Corruption of Souls

Ch.23

I groggily woke up, my eyes not wanting to work for some reason. Then I realized my face was protruding directly from my cum and foal-filled body. “Oh~...they actually fucked me unconscious and then blew me up into an immobile ball of their babies~!” I mean, this isn't unusual, but it was the first time I’ve gone so far I basically imitated Daring. Then again, I wasn’t awake to keep modifying myself to avoid this.

“I still would have liked the warning. I’m going to be sore from this even with my powers. I’m not my goddess, but this won’t kill me and force me to respawn.” I huffed and remembered they’re still in rut. “And they’ll do this again soon!” I’d better use the bonfire to level up. I’ve gotta have more than enough souls to increase my Vigor to at least 20 so I don’t have to worry about being fragile. Or maybe Dexterity, I am still fairly clumsy, like that pratfall onto the giantess…

“Hey Willow~!” Twilight sang as she strutted up to me only wearing a plain T-shirt and panties that hid her male organs. “I managed to get us to stop when your outer membrane was reaching its tensile strength limit.” She then slapped my orb of a body and I yelped at how I was drum-tight and barely moved from the strike. “We’re still horny, but we can wait a few days for you to recover before we lose our brains again. Days you can use to hunt down those forts.” Twilight informed me, her nose scrunching up weirdly in disgust. I know, demons are unpleasant but don’t make that face while talking about having sex with me, please.

“Ugh, well first I’ve gotta get these...47 foals out of me and I’ve gotta go make the purification pools at the next fort. The sooner it’s done, the sooner Tel’Adre can start recovering instead of hiding. Then the witches can be more active.” I grew in size, my body forming around my blimp belly and I huffed as I used my powers to advance them to the last month and started birthing. It was a quick affair since I was in full goo mode. I just osmosed them out of my belly and Twilight professionally wrapped the foals up in tiny blankets before teleporting them away. “Hey, if there’s a population crisis, how are there enough people to care for all of the babies I’m making?”

“Teams of professionals, multiple children per foster family, along the fact that, at least for ponies, we’re used to having a lot of children in one go due to the constant dangers from the demon invasions.” Twilight’s response reminded me for a moment how much of a hell this world really is.

“Oh good. I don’t want you to use me for just a breeding fetish.“ I sighed in relief as Twilight got that look again. “I know you’re not like that, don’t make that face.” For some reason, she seemed confused and worried before humming to herself.

“A bit of column A, and some column B. Now then Willow, since you’re done and I kinda stole you away from your job, I’ll let you get back to it.” Twilight then slapped my ass and I felt kinda awkward. It was a good slap, but she did it from the side, mostly hitting my hip, not my cheek. She’s really not good at intimacy, is she?

“Well, good, but there may be a slightly small delay. I’m going to show the Marines the fruit Harmonia grows now and show them the guest quarters so they’ll maybe get some actual restful sleep. This all made me sore too so I might join.” I told her as she blushed. “I’ll see how things go.”

“Oh! Before you go, Cadence wants you to wear these!” Twilight said as she held up a pair of black lacy panties. “She says not to take them off too, Luna’s orders as well.”

My left eye twitched at the new Portal Panties with four runes clustered together in the gusset and it seemed to have the same enchantment as my collar, so it would change with me. Well, at least I won’t have to worry about being completely naked if Svartr isn’t around. Though I did dread it a little because it meant that they could decide to fuck me mid-battle.

“I...Okay. Just not in combat.” I told her sternly before putting them on and having them lock with a spell to my hips. “Hey!” I yelled but Twilight had teleported away. “Great, they tricked me.” I tried morphing out of them, but no matter what shape I took, they adhered to my membrane perfectly. “Ugh! I feel like I’m not getting the better end of this deal!” Suddenly, Cadence’s massive cock rammed into me for a brief moment, getting me to squeal before she pulled back.

“I’ve altered the terms of the deal. Pray, I do not alter it further.” Cadence declared with a horribly bad Darth Vader impersonation, then giggled before the panties shut off. I’m not gonna comment. I’ve watched Robot Chicken, I know how this joke goes. I retraced my steps through Twilight’s crystal palace and found the door with Harmonia’s true form on it, which was a stable portal back to the shrine.

“Uh…” I wasn’t prepared for there to be a network of hoses running around, each suctioned to Harmonia’s multitude of nectar breast blooms around her roots and sucking relentlessly with her groaning in pleasure the whole time. I followed the hoses with my eyes to see they led to the MILK tank, which thus far was barely used. I guess with Harmonia being a magic cow they have a source. “Okay...not gonna get involved.” I stepped around the ornate sarcophagus that still wasn’t touched, ignoring it again as I moved to the Lordvessel. Once I sat down, I choked.

I have 1,843,297 units of soul energy?! I mean, I’ve been killing a LOT of demons and some of them were really powerful, but really?! That’s with me using soul energy for the purifying pools too! Just how many poor souls have these demons killed in their conquest? Sobering up, I began allocating my combat stats, since it seemed my body had two different ‘modes’ with me being in Ava's Chosen Covenant. Ee~! I’m a Chosen!

After I finished fangirling, I put 16 in Vigor, 14 in Endurance, and 30 in Dexterity to round myself out. If I’m getting this many souls just doing my job, I won’t be hurting to level up more even with the levels from here on costing 56,393 upward. It would cost me 1,659,329 souls and I bit my lip, anticipating what permanent changes would be put on my ‘base/combat’ form. I pressed confirm.

I suddenly felt incredible! Not pleasurable, but, well, a sense of being in perfect health. I suddenly felt so energetic I had to fight the urge to get up and sprint. Then I suddenly felt loose. Incredibly so, like when I was a formless goo. I got up and bent over backwards, my abdomen curving and I touched my palm to the floor and still had one paw touching the floor. Then I simply used my muscles to pull myself into a handstand. Wow, Dexterity is awesome!

“As much as I like the show babe, where were you?” I looked down, up for everyone else, between my breasts to see Daring who seemed annoyed. “Cocoa and I had to wake up to an otherwise empty bed when you were back. She feels neglected.”

“Sorry Daring.” I twisted my body back to standing on my paws and Daring flushed. Apparently being flexible is another turn-on for her. “I kinda got...well.” I patted the panties and she huffed.

“They’ve got you on a collar bigger than the one on your neck. Look, babe, I’m getting kinda...antsy. I know I’ve retired from archeology, but would it be okay if I went adventuring with you soon? Not being a cum balloon constantly in ecstasy reminds me why I was always so active.” Daring pulled on the hem of her red shirt and the swell of her tummy reminded me she was still properly pregnant. “Maybe even speed these little kids up so I can come with?”

“Not now. I’m going at heavy combat and you don’t seem the sort of for that.” I remembered that in every situation where there was a fight, Daring fled or stayed out of it. She wasn’t a warrior. She was a rogue, a thief. She didn’t Do direct- WILLOW~ -REPRESS! REPRESS! Pain is bad! I’m okay! She’s okay! We’re fine! I don’t need to remember!

“Yeah...maybe later.” Daring wilted, thankfully not noticing my minor panic attack. She approached me and kissed me gently. We embraced just as softly until we parted. Her eyes were so full of love they made me wonder- WILLOW~ -accept it. Don’t need to remember. Just accept that I love her so much. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Meow~.” I gave her body an appreciative squeeze at both her growing breasts and her ass with my tail-hands, making her squeal. I laughed as I went to the portal...only to realize I needed to use the one at Canterlot, because they’re using the remote portal beacon...damn it.

(<3)

I got to the latest Fortress after having to get Twilight to teleport me to Canterlot. I then had to dodge busybody nobles who actually wanted to talk about me helping organize breeding projects for other species now that the dragon project was on hold until the new volunteers showed up. How are they aware of all this? I blame Twilight.

Regardless of the detours that ate up the early morning, I eventually got to the portal room and stepped through after having to endure Celestia and Luna managing to catch me and slapping my ass with promises of giving me a repeat in a few days. “Moderation. I was told Moderation, but those girls don’t want to give it to me!” I whined as I rubbed my sore butt through my red dress that Twilight gave me since there was no way I was going half-naked through the castle.

“What are you talking about?” Berserker asked as he entered the fort from the utterly wrecked gates. Damn it, dude! Why did you destroy their mountings too?! Ugh...

“Cadence and the other royals are in their breeding period. I already gave birth to the latest set so don’t worry about extra wards in combat.” I sighed as Svartr, now nearly 8 feet tall with tits the size of b-balls even compressed, wordlessly formed over me and purred as she ripped the dress Twilight gave me apart and began playing with my body again, making me sigh at the fact she let herself get so Corrupted again. I thought she was the responsible one.

“As if! I’m going to enjoy myself after so long-suffering!” Ah, right, Svartr was a former tormented soul possessing armor and attacking all moving things on sight for thousands of years.

Berserker didn’t say anything else, but I could feel his eyes giving me a deadpan behind that helmet. He wasn’t impressed, just very, very disappointed. He’s doing the ‘son I am disappoint’ meme! Is he fucking serious?!

“Okay, why are you disappointed? I promised to help, I didn’t know a week later they would go into rut and make me wear portal panties! I’m not happy with them and if Cadence hadn’t put a spell on these to last the rut I would take them off!” I huffed as I tugged at the edges of my hips while Svartr whined about not being able to get under them.

“Because of how very inconvenient it is.” Berserker answered flatly. Yeah, captain obvious!

“I know, which is why I’m pissed. Do you think I want another Chrysalis to happen?” I sighed while rubbing my temples. I may not get headaches, but stress is universal.

“...Nevermind.” Berserker sighed and shook his head. “I was going to say something mean, but I’m not going to.”

“About damn time you showed some restraint. If you still want to do it then save it for later. Have you gotten the fort done?” I asked in indignation as I looked around and at the carnage.

“Yes and no. It’s not about the sex, it’s about how they never told you about their seasons and all that other shit.” Berserker explained, causing me to blink at the fact he logically considered beyond the obvious why this was inconvenient. That still doesn’t mean you get to be a pissy asshole, since it’s not your problem!

“Yeah, I would have liked to know that. Each time they call me over it’s to fuck me silly. Look, I like them and I promised to help and I love the sex but the next time they come over I’d like them to stop and explain all their damn traits. I even give you permission to hit them over the head. This is getting annoying and I need to know so next time it’s not; ‘Hey I’m on a mission in another country, NO, we need you to come home so we can fill you with babies, babies, and more babies!’” I roared just as Hunter and a new Marine entered through the destroyed gates. Well, they looked like a Marine but had a feminine shape to her armor. It was also a steel colour and not green. Also, it’s style was that of a futuristic Templar Knight.

“What happened?” The newcomer asked. “Girl trouble?” The fact that she looked at me about it was a bit surprising. She has a sharp sense to her.

“Something like that. Just that her lovers are getting in the way.” Berserker snorted.

“And she couldn’t just tell them off?” The woman questioned in wariness.

“I just tried. They’re in a rut and my adopted daughter forced me into bed and gave me two hours of thirty-six-plus wonderful orgasms along with Celestia, Luna, and Cadence taking turns with each of my holes, even the two I had to make in my tails. Then I accelerated the pregnancy just to get over here.” I bemoaned my situation to the new member of the team, or at least I assume that’s why she’s here.

“So, what are you going to do? Are you going to ask my mate here to beat some sense into them?” The newbie asked. Wait...what?! Mate?! “Why do you look so shocked?”

“I didn’t think I was making moves on a mated man,” I told her with an embarrassed shuffle of my paws in the sand and my ear wilting. “Sorry about that.”

“I have seven mates.” Berserker stated as if he just realized that may be pertinent information to tell a woman who’s openly flirting with him. “Most of which are of Royalty, including her.” He said when he pointed towards the new girl with his thumb.

“My name is Visilia; the Princess of Tartarus.” Visilia introduced herself to me with a nod, perplexing me. I didn’t know humans would or could be the ruling species of Equus’s parallel hellish dimension. Are humans demons in their version of the universe?

“I’m Willow; the Champion of Aventurine,” I replied cordially. At least I’m not getting the shit kicked out of me by a possessive woman. “Anyway, yes, I asked him to beat them up if they just try to take advantage of me, but he can’t help if they use the panties.”

“Alright, back to business.” Berserker suddenly declared. Hey, dude, I was-. “The other forts are done and I’ve delivered eight-hundred-and-eighty-eight skulls to Khorne, anything else we need to do?”

I huffed at how he so rudely changed the subject, even if it was to get back on track. “Besides maybe helping me with my lovers, I don’t think so. Sabrina can help me make the Purification Pools. There are also fruits that may help your lustiness, and there’s a weird sarcophagus.”

“Sarcophagus?” Visilia perked up at this for some reason. “What did it look like?”

“Hold on, let me make a portal pool so we can head back and I can show you,” I informed them, looking around. “Hey! Sabrina!” I got worried when there was no response for a bit, but then she came stumbling out of the lone building like both times before. It seems the kitty wasn’t a morning person. “Time to make a pool.”

“Sure thing Willow. Just let me wake up. The constant fucking those former prisoners have been going at was hard to sleep through.” Sabrina’s words made me wince since I forgot about the prisoners. Whoops. Another thing against the alicorns then. “Alright then, clear a space.” At her order, I helped move corpses out of the center of the fort and she used her magic to make the pool. Once I took the bonfire materials out and set them on the raised flagstone, I moved to the edge to get ready.

“Okay Svartr, I need to be naked now.” My amorphous armor whined, groping my whole body needily and I huffed. “Svartr. Off.” At my stern demand, she finally relented and got off of me. I grew to my full size and laid with my VW Beetle-sized tits resting on the edge of the pool, and soon enough the boys were tossing bodies on me, which I absorbed into me and began dissolving and churning into the mixture for the pool.

In just several minutes, I was once more an immobile sphere with tits and I groaned and moaned as I let my breasts flow, filling the pool and it linked to Harmonia like the others, only the little sapling was bigger than before, had several breast blooms around the roots and had the peach-like fruits hanging from the branches. “That...is a perverted tree.” Berserker commented, making me roll my eyes.

“You have no idea.” I snarked before I swam into the pool and sighing as any Corruption left me. Svartr groaned as the same happened to her when she jumped in after me. I waited for her to get back on me as a swimsuit, a bunch of her mass going into my tit-space. I then led them through the portal once they swam across the pool and into the Shrine. I walked over to the sarcophagus while ignoring Harmonia’s groans of pleasure and they all noticed the symbol on it.

“Another Doom Slayer?” Berserker questioned as they circled it. “How? How did it get here?”

“It dropped from the air and almost crushed me. I have no idea why it showed up.” I shrugged at my cluelessness, ignoring how somehow Svartr made me extra bouncy in the chest.

“Well, I don’t know what to do with this. We don’t even know what would happen if we open it up.” Berserker huffed and scratched the back of his helmet.

“Figures. Well anyway, the ripe fruits are over here.” I told them as we approached Harmonia’s tree. “Hey Harmonia, mind dropping us some fruit?” The branches were really high up after all. Harmonia moaned but shuddered and tossed several of the peach-shaped fruit to the ground. I caught the falling grapefruit-sized unnatural fruits with my hands and tail-hands easily, instinctively shoving extra into my cleavage. Wow! I’m so nimble! Go Dexterity! I held a few of them up curiously, they were smooth and shiny like apples and were a rainbow of hues.

Taking off their helmets, they each took a fruit and ate them with loud crunches and hums of appreciation. This also gave me a chance to see Visilia’s human face. She had long red hair tied up in a ponytail and her eyes were a golden yellow. “I’m feeling better already.” She commented before she surprisingly devoured the large peach-like magic food fairly quickly. “That swim did the trick before, but these also seem to fill you with energy.”

“Yeah.” Berserker sighed as I took a bite of mine. Whoa! It tastes like...like...it’s good! I’m totally not going to voice that it tastes like Daring’s weird travel snack mix, because then I’ll ask myself how I remember that and- WILLOW~ -it tastes good! Tastes good...

“Something wrong Br-Berserker?” Visilia asked him as she quickly corrected herself, placing a hand on his shoulder. So they do have names besides their appellations.

“I couldn’t beat this Corruption out of my system.” He answered, clenching his right hand into a fist. “The stuff was constantly trying to twist me into giving in to my most basic desires. I was getting fed up to the point of suicide before I took a dip in the purifying waters.” That sounds way more intense than how it affected me! Then again, he’s clearly an OP shounen protagonist, so he probably has a mindscape and everything like Ichigo or Naruto. That was also nothing like what I saw when around him, so that’s another point in the edgelord column.

“That’s how the demons overran the world. It’s why this became more than just something I was thrust into. I’ve read what they’ve done and driven people into doing.” I couldn’t keep reading after a few pages. Disgusting, depraved shit that makes the actual game of CoC seem tame.

“Fucking cowards. Couldn’t even grow a pair to do it themselves!” Berserker snarled but his wrath was restrained by Visilia’s hand on his shoulder. Ah, she’s the Orihime to his Ichigo. Only she isn’t an intelligent but naive ditz.

“Lust demons want you to give in to the urges and become their pets. Killing yourself is seen as a way to defy their wants.” Which was the excuse I read was the most common one those who committed suicide confessed to friends or family moments before they took their own lives.

“I’m going to crusade throughout this fucking world and purge every last Lust Demon.” Berserker vindictively declared while Hunter nodded and Visilia seemed a bit uneasy.

“Some of them can be cured, just remember that,” I told him before I took his formerly clenched hand and pulled him to the first pool I had made to sit on the edge of it near the Firekeeper, who was just passively sitting in a custom chair and even seemed to be napping while still being relatively close to the Lordvessel.

“No promises. I am a Berserker, after all. Killing everything in my path is what I’m good at.” He said as we sat on the edge of the cool and invigorating pool. “The killing never stops for me. Never.” He stated as he stared at his reflection in the water. Oh-Kay, dramatic anime character moment, I just need to stay quiet for a few moments...

“Well, ahem, everything In moderation. It has to stop at some point just so you can let yourself reflect. Take time to relax, be with loved ones, let them ease your pain.” I preached, remembering how much better I felt coming home to Daring and the others after my week-long purge of the local lust demon incursion. It wasn’t just because of the wild impassioned sex.

“If only it were that simple,” Berserker muttered disappointedly.

“Isn’t it? What are we doing right now? Even the little moments are important. You may fight for days, maybe years, but the moments you break it and let others in should be cherished. Take time to heal the scars of battle, even if those wounds may never heal fully.” I preached to him further, some odd sense of commiseration coming over me...Svartr?

“Sorry. You know my story already.” Svartr morosely said to me telepathically and I felt sad knowing she’d suffered but also relieved that she had this wisdom and someone to share it with.

“I suppose,” Berserker muttered reluctantly.

“Well now, want to rest?” I asked him earnestly, for once no dirty thoughts in my mind.

“You should take her offer, Berserker,” Visilia commented seriously from where she and Hunter stood behind us.

“But-”

“It will have to wait. For now, you must rest.” Visilia stated firmly with a glare that made it known that she was not going to take no for an answer.

“How about you Hunter?” I asked the other Doom Marine who had been here the longest.

“Sleep sounds good.” Hunter answered with his datapad held up for me.

“We have spare quarters this way, my bed is full of my mates and the other one is Spike’s,” I told them before I led them in the direction of the guest quarters. On the way, a breeze thanks to the ceiling having opened up, swept from behind me and I noticed a change in their scents. Specifically Berserker’s. “Weird, I still smell Corruption but it’s...burnt?”

“Ah, finally!” Berserker cheerfully declared and I couldn’t help imagining he had a savage smile showing off his razor-sharp teeth since he put his helmet back on the moment he finished eating.

“I guess it took you eating something pure for your blood to fight it. Hey, it might mean another method to fight the Corruption if you donate blood for us to research. People may even start worshiping you as a Blood God!” I chuckled at the obvious irony since he’s already affiliated with Khorne.

“Wouldn’t that end up starting Bloodborne?” Berserker questioned flatly.

“I think it’s already here, but within a painting. I don’t know where it is, but there are legends of a painting leading to a world of blood. Maybe you could actually save them! Berserker, Hunter of Old Ones!” I chuckled, trying to remember where I heard that. Huh, it’s not tied to whatever caused me to- WILLOW~ -d-don’t think about it Willow! Fuck!

“Well, we’ll have to wait awhile. I can’t donate my blood to you just yet, not until we finish researching it ourselves.” Berserker said with a hint of unease. I could understand that a bit. I’d be iffy about people using something from my body for research. Imagine how thoroughly incensed Henrietta Lacks’ family were when doctors used her immortal cells to study cancer without the family’s permission.

“I understand,” I said before we arrived at the guest quarters. “Here we go!” I opened the door and led them into the guest quarters. It was spartan, but it had a large and fluffy bed to sleep on. I yawned from the day, short as it was. I went to the bed and flopped onto it.

“Hey, do you still have the mirror on you?” Berserker asked me out of nowhere. Why are you asking about a mirror that reveals your alternate form right now?

“Yeah,” I muttered into the bed. Feeling lazy, I used my tail hands to fish under me to fetch it from my cleavage, making Visilia blink.

“She has a pocket dimension in her bosom?” Visilia questioned and patted her armored chest curiously.

“All females and herms have access to an innate dimensional pocket through their cleavage and males and herms have access through their pants, shorts, undies, etcetera. But I think especially endowed males and herms don’t even need to wear something to use it.” I informed the female knight, who looked at herself in consideration while Berserker took the mirror.

“Yeah, it’s a thing here. I got the scoop on that from Sabrina while we were between forts and she brought out a canteen from her boobs. Now, why don’t we get comfy, Visilia?” Berserker answered as he handed the mirror to her. Holding it over his head, she brought it down on him and he disappeared into it, deforming like a cartoon character to squeeze through with ease. Once it was flat on the floor, she pulled it back up and he returned in a similar fashion, only he was in his other form; a hybrid of Wolf and Dragon.

He looked like he had when I saw his reflection in the mirror with tasteful scales in places on his head and otherwise complimenting his red fur. His hair was a bit longer and spiked up more, but was still silvery white. Hm, I didn’t notice that his anthro dragon eyes were emerald green instead of red. I guess the eyes and the fur/scale tones swapped? He also had horns that were made out of some kind of red crystal, which also had a faint glow. He had dragon wings on his back, along with a dragon tail, so I guess he could fly if he wanted to.

Also, his armor was gone. Now he had a sleeveless red leather trench coat that was left unzipped to reveal a black muscle-shirt which had the Slayer symbol on his chest. He had small spiked shoulder pads and on his forearms were chain bracers with fingerless spiked-knuckle black leather gloves with smaller chains in an X on the back of his hands. He wore black leather pants held up with a belt which had a skull-engraved buckle.

He looks like he was ripped straight out of a JRPG.

“Why are you changing forms anyway?” I asked as I rolled over and sat up.

“I like sleeping in this form. It’s oddly easy to get comfy when you’ve got either tough scales or fluffy fur between you and everything else.” Berserker admitted as Visilia did the same with Hunter with that weird mirror.

He too was a wolf/dragon hybrid but he clearly an asian-style dragon. His eyes had become golden, his fur and scales were grey and he looked much like Berserker but he lacked spikes on his brows. He did have horns but they didn’t shine. He also had eagle wings and his dragon tail had fur running along the top of it ending with a tuft. His armor had become grey samurai armor with Native American accessories, such as dream catchers and feathers from crows on it. He was also carrying four katanas.

“Whoa, while Berserker got even more rugged, you got more handsome!” I complimented the mute warrior, which was obviously still true with that scar on his throat even now.

“Well, she seems to like what she sees.” Visilia teased with a smile. “Care to do the honors, Berserker?” She asked as she held the mirror out to him.

“Of course.” Berserker gave a short bow before taking it and doing the same with her as she did with those two. Apparently, her original form was that of an Alicorn. She was a blood-red demonic version of one, wearing a black dress and her black wings were like a thestral. Her mane and tail were a lighter crimson than her deep coat. Huh, I guess she wasn’t kidding about being a Princess of Tartarus.

“Oo~.” I cooed and licked my chops at the three sexy anthros standing before me.

“You’re drooling.” Berserker smugly pointed out.

“Oh, please, Chrysalis drools whenever she sees you in that form,” Visilia remarked with a cheeky grin. “Why you don’t stay this way and insist I change too baffles me.”

“Not sorry! There’s three super sexy people in front of me. Although, judging by the lack of a bulge, I’m guessing Visilia is not a herm like my world’s alicorns?” I questioned as I eyed the crotch of her black dress. I’m of course assuming things considering locals avoid any male groin bulges due to the innate storage magic this world has.

“No, I’m not,” Visilia answered with a shake of her head. “Nor are Celestia, Luna, Cadence and Twilight.” Ah, so her world’s alicorns are all female instead of all herm.

“Hopefully my world won’t pull bullshitery on you. The others here are in rut, which would mean you would be too. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.” I warned her before I got off the bed and stretched. “Well, you three have a good night.”

“You’re not going to stay?” Berserker asked, catching me off-guard. “I figured you’d want to stay since you said your bed is already full and this bed is pretty dang huge.” It is maybe bigger than a California King and those things are so big you can barely fit one in a bedroom, let alone through a door.

“I don’t feel the need to breed.” Visilia retorted dryly to the Doom Marine, who blinked and then looked a bit embarrassed. Oh gosh, he wasn’t even thinking about sex, was he?

“Okay, if you’re offering. It would save me the walk down the ‘street’ so to speak. To warn you; I’m going to be nude. I don’t there’s enough spare pajamas in here for all of us and I don’t sleep in Svartr unless she sneaks onto me.” I said as my ghostly goo lover formed her body and pouted.

“What? I’m comfy!” Svartr crossed her arms under her bust and I held up my hands placatingly.

“Svartr, it’ll be crowded enough in the bed and you still need to get used to having more mass. Being my nightclothes can’t be relaxing.” I insisted and she huffed before she approached the room’s provided armor rack and morphed over it to solidify in her new imposing 8-foot tall Black Knight form. Which had an exaggerated bust and hips for the skirt. This left me in the black panties that I can’t take off because of the princesses. Oh, and my collar, that doesn’t come off.

“I don’t get why you want to sleep right now. Aren’t you Undead and don’t need sleep?” Visilia questioned uncomfortably and I felt my ears wilt, which made Visilia oddly perk up. Oh? Does she like my huge cute fennec ears? I perked them back up and moved them around, enjoying the sight of Visilia’s eyes following them.

“Can’t I nap with some friends? Besides, it’s the middle of the day and you guys have been busy. I don’t really have anything to do with Cocoa watching the pups and having no patience for me exciting the pups. Daring is likely watching her adventure dramas which are a bit too cheesy for me. Spike is likely off doing whatever it is Twilight has him do. I also don’t really have any business to do with the trip to Tel‘Adre on hold for the moment.” Not to mention the current company is preferred to four specific lusty alicorn princesses. Even if Berserker’s an ass.

They looked at each other and shrugged. “Okay.” Berserker said, all three of them taking off their clothes/armor and placing them on convenient armor racks and clothes hangers. I shamelessly watched them undress, and I purred at how tight Hunter’s ass looked under that long thick tail. Berserker was good too, but he was Visilla’s and she gets priority. I was a bit disappointed that they kept their underwear on. Well, save Visilla’s bra which did come off. Nobody sane wears a bra to bed. Well, unless said bra is amorphous slime you can’t feel.

“Are there any shirts here?” Visilia asked, opening a dresser and pulling out a huge red T-shirt. “This will do.” With that, my view of her well-shaped DD-cup bosom was obscured by nightwear. Curse you non-sexy nightwear! Thankfully my lament was forgotten when Hunter and Berserker turned around in their briefs and I cooed at the size of their balls bulging in the cups. I can’t see that kind of show around here normally.

“See anything you like~?” Visilia teased before they all hopped on the bed with me. Berserker and Visilia moved to one side while I cooed when Hunter gently pulled me into an embrace on the other side.

“Yes, very much.” I purred and nuzzled Hunter’s fit chest while he placed his snout between my massive ears. I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled the sexy mute.

“Why do I get the feeling that when I wake up you’re going to be found between my legs?” Berserker said as I blushed at the thought of being in between his legs, even if I don’t necessarily like him. I’d rather be between Hunter’s legs really~.

“He’s only saying that because most of the girls tend to sneak to his groin,” Visilia told me. “Mostly Chrysalis, Cadence and Luna.”

“Oh, I’ll try not to,” I replied with a blush, but if anything I was likely to get between Hunter’s legs. At least he appreciates what we’re doing...I think. He usually uses actions more than words.

“Let’s just get some sleep.” Berserker huffed, pulling the blanket over us as he and Visilia snuggled with each other, while I snuggled up with Hunter, even wrapping my tails over him.