Corruption of Souls

Ch.33

“So, we have a...I think it’s a fetch quest and a farming quest?” I blinked at the fact that one of the two available quests is literally to help a farm.

“What does the first quest entail? We can split into two groups, one doing the fetch quest while the other helps the farm.” Berserker questioned since I was the one in front of the board and he had the courtesy not to loom over our shoulder, which I both appreciated but wouldn’t mind if he did.

“The fetch job is about getting some guy's family heirloom from an old family mansion in the desert. They had to leave in a hurry about two hundred years ago.” I’m a little impressed that this guy was apparently rich enough to offer a good reward and that his family still held together through all the tragedy of the demonic invasion. I bet his family is either stuck-up or incredibly skilled to have both survived and flourished for generations after all that.

“Hm...Hunter and Sabrina can take this quest and track the item in question. If it still exists. Willow and I will take the Farming quest.” Berserker? Why are you giving them the potentially exciting quest and having us do the drudge work? Oh well, it’s fine. We could use a break from excitement anyway if our consensus is any indication.

“Alright. The farm job is to go to a farm near a small oasis. Wards keep it from being attacked, but the water is a little Corrupted. Makes it so only Canine Peppers grow there. They make you slowly turn into a dog when eaten raw. Mutations of the fruit also do other things, like larger knots, two cocks, make your cock fatter, longer, or if it’s a black one, well different things, like changing your fur midnight black and stuff. Different for females, they mostly grow extra breasts.” We explained to them upon noticing Berserker’s and Hunter’s curious looks at the mention of Canine Peppers. Thank you for that info Daring.

“Okay, do they want us to destroy the place, or what?” Berserker’s assumption made me frantically wave my hands.

“No, the owner is just asking for workers! If cooked right the Corruption of the peppers is burned off, but the transformative effects stay. There’s also demons attacking almost daily to try and jerk off in the water the place uses so the city pays freelance guards to keep watch and harvest food while they’re at it.” I further explained to the hot-blooded draco-wolf.

“Oh. Well if that’s all there is then we should get moving.” Berserker said as he turned to Hunter and Sabrina, who were going to the derelict mansion since Sabrina knew where it was.

“I’m just a little annoyed that it’s nothing big right now.” I sighed when we all started to leave after we told Phil what we were taking off the board and our group split up upon leaving since the farm was to the north and the fetch job’s target was somewhere to the south.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s big or small, it’s something that needs to be done.” Berserker’s words reminded me of what Hunter mentioned last night, about how Berserker feels the need to help people when he can and feels guilty when he can’t. I mused on this as we made our way towards the city gate.

“Right. We can come and go as we please, so let's help these people out.” I declared in agreement. Once we made it to the North Gate we were allowed out after having to put a band on our wrists. It was a little difficult for Berserker because of his chains, but he got it on.

“Yeah.” Berserker muttered quietly after the guard cleared us and let us pass.

“You okay?” We asked as we walked next to him, us all having consensus in our concern. Ugh, now that We notice, We’re thinking more and more alike. We’ve got to spend some time apart soon so We can get our heads on straight.

Once we were past a dune north from the city Berserker let out a sigh of contempt. “I couldn’t handle living in that city. It felt as if I was being strangled. All of those people living on the streets, feeding off of scraps. I just…” He shuddered a little bit before continuing on. “I just felt like I was dying, so slowly.”

“Sorry, they are living off scraps in an invaded and blighted land.” We reminded him, Daring’s knowledge of the subject was fairly in depth and made the reality all the harsher.

“I felt so damn useless in there. I don’t want to feel that way again. That’s what got me that first title in the first place, because I couldn’t do-!” His self-devaluing rant ceased when We stopped him from speaking anymore with a tail-hand finger to his lips and a stern expression.

“We know. We were feeling the same, but we can still help and we have by taking those forts. Their foothold here has lessened immensely and without constant threat from a coordinated army they can start to recover.” We firmly told him with certainty from both Daring’s understanding of economics and Svartr’s experience of aiding such efforts.

“Is it going to be enough? I mean, there are more of them scouring across the world and spreading their Corruption. You have to remember that most have lost their whole nations.” Berserker pessimistically snarled and We stood a little straighter as We stared into his eyes.

“We know, but with the stranglehold lifted they can grow into a new Nation, if slowly. They’ve banded together for many centuries just to survive and with the chance to expand they can find new land to farm. Find more space to live. They'll be happier. Most of the issues were from the constant attacks.” We insisted. It was just common sense that with such a limiting factor dealt with that the problem would mostly resolve itself.

“Alright, but quit it with that ‘We’ stuff. Only one of you speaks at a time.” Berserker insisted and We, er, I nodded. “No, seriously. That can’t be healthy.” We puffed up in fury at his assumption that us growing closer was a bad thing and his ears bent back as he backed away with his hands raised. “I-I’m serious! This can’t be good for your mental-.”

“We decide what is good for us!” We snarled furiously and slugged him in the chest, tossing him on his back into the sand before spinning around and stomping away in a huff. We love the guy, but there are limits to our tolerance of how much someone else controls us!

We trudged onwards towards the faint scent of water and ignored our studly companion until we neared the farm. It was a small place, but the dark soil here was a complete contrast to the desert back the way we came. It seems the aquifer here is fairly close to the surface for the earth to be so fertile in this arid land.

“Listen, Willow-.” Berserker’s addressing only one of us brought forth another surge of anger and We snapped our attention onto him, making him flinch.

“We are still upset with you.” We snarled and approached him, poking him in the chest as We got in his face. “We aren’t just one woman! We’re three! We may be individuals, but so long as We are in one body, you will treat us with the respect all of us deserve, not just one of us!”

“I’m just concerned! Look, you mean a lot to me. You’ve gotten close to me in such a short time, something nobody else has managed to do.” Berserker insisted and We growled.

“Are you only talking about Willow right now?” We seethed, but further anger was cut short by him grabbing our shoulders and pulling us into a surprisingly deep kiss that made our body stiffen, our tails to fluff up and straighten and our face to heat up so much our black membrane must’ve turned red. He pulled us against him and gripped us tightly, his passion slowly melting our resolve and We leaned into his embrace, letting him lift us off our paws. After minutes of kissing he left us panting and held in his arms in a bridal carry, making us feel so special. “B-Berserker…”

“I accept all of you. If Willow wants you two to be a part of her and you want to be part of her too, then I want all of you.” Berserker passionately declared and We felt our metaphorical heart pound beneath our huge bosom. “But I am worried about your mental health. All of you.”

“W-We’re fine…” We mewled, not wanting to think this wonderful sensation was a bad thing.

“Just promise you’ll take time apart for each of you.” Berserker insisted and We leaned against his shoulder with a hand on his chest as he continued walking with us in his arms.

“Okay…” Holy hell...he’s just grasped our heart and put it on a pedestal. No wonder he has other mates. He may be a jerk a good amount of the time, but wow...

“Whoa, uh, do ya need a moment?” Came a woman’s voice from the direction of the barn, causing us to look away from each other’s eyes and towards the border collie looking at us with a knowing smirk. “I think I requested help, not a show of two lovestruck folks.” At her words, I scrambled out of Berserker’s strong arms to my paws with a blush, thankful that Svartr was acting like a bodysuit by hiding our nipples and groin while still seeming practically naked.

“Are you the one who put the bounty in?” I asked her while Svartr mentally drooled over the plump but fit border collie. Thank gosh We don’t have our male organs by default or this would be even more awkward.

“Yep. I need help with my harvest, but I also have this big brute that’s been attacking lately.” She huffed as she swept her eyes up and down both of us and We perked up at her scanning gaze. Damn does that constantly boost our ego whenever someone gives us a once-over or even better, a double-take. We resisted biting our lip at her interest, but thankfully the overalls-clad woman managed to stay professional for the most part. We don’t think she’d be able to walk later if she offered a roll in the hay.

“What does this thing look like?” Berserker asked with a hand on our shoulder, an invisible spark of electricity seemed to cross the distance between their eyes. I-is Berserker being possessive? That makes us feel tingly inside!

“Big, red, floats about. Kills the lust demons, but also attacks me.” She told us as she approached us boldly, specifically getting in front of Berserker and looking up at him with a smirk, her wagging bushy tail expressing just how excited she was.

“Does it have one eye?” Berserker questioned as if he knew what sort of Demon it was. Oh no, is it a Hell demon? That’d suck-okay, uh, back off a bit lady...I can smell your arousal...

“Yeah, it’s solid green.” She told him as she got up against Berserker, her huge bowling ball boobs pressing into his lower chest since she was shorter than both of us.

“That’s a Hellspawn known as a Cacodemon.” Berserker explained to her as stoic as he was at the start. “I’ll keep an eye out for it and other forms of demons. Willow, could you help her out with the harvest?” He looked at me and I could see he was distinctly uncomfortable with the woman’s forwardness. I’m a bit uncomfortable too, considering she just saw how close we are.

“Okay, though We honestly thought We were supposed to be the party leader.” We grumbled in mild disappointment. Willow wasn’t much of a leader, but Daring was used to calling the shots if she wasn’t alone and Svartr was a damn Knight Commander who led a battalion in Gwyn’s order of battle. However, Berserker has proven to be quite strong and skilled...and handsome. Sexy...like that one knight that led the charge against the Chaos Demons and Svartr absolutely ravished him in her tent after-oh, where were We?

Berserker was looking towards us with an apologetic gaze. “Sorry honey, but you should know that my brothers and I’ve led armies straight into Hell and back. Literally. However, I promise I won’t take the lead of every situation and let you have a go.” He told us but he left out the part where he just wanted to keep some distance between him and the collie. Not that We blame him since she was clearly getting too friendly for his liking.

“Well, know that Svartr led a battalion into the depths of the world to battle the legions of Chaos. We’re no fresh-faced squire.” We then got between the lusty collie and Berserker and she seemed to realize what she was doing and backed away with a blush and wilted ears and tail. “Oh, Corruption?”

“Y-yes. Sorry. It’s why I don’t live in the city…” She sighed sadly and she willfully led us out to the field to work. Her name was Whitney, Willow cheered at the name clicking in her memory. She showed us where to go and what to do along with warning why you don’t eat raw Canine Peppers. Because those fools become a sex-obsessed near-demon dog like her. The only reason she wasn’t imprisoned, executed or exiled was because she still had her wits when her head wasn’t between her thighs and she hadn’t given in to the allure of the peppers.

That said, Berserker was on Guard Duty to look out for any demonic activities. We would sometimes require his help to speed things along, but he would still look out along the wastelands. “Say, uh, where’s the water source?” I was hoping to turn this place into another purification shrine. The water of Harmonia would not only cleanse Corruption, but keep this farm clean. It would help Whitney and other people out here close to the city.

“It comes from a cavern just north of here. It’s connected to some old ruins of a place called Shulva or something. Legends say it was once part of an underground kingdom ruled by a Sunken King supposedly, until it was destroyed by a Dragon of Old.” Whitney informed us and We winced at realizing what part of Dark Souls was involved.

“A dragon of Rot and Poison. Sinh, Shulva’s guardian dragon was driven mad by frenzy poison and treachery. He destroyed the city and poisoned everything. We’re surprised the water is clean at all, even after all this time.” Shulva was home to an underground lake and waterfall. Nature usually does best for cleaning water, so maybe I’m worrying over nothing?

“Ah, yes. Although even that does pale in the legends of Everlasting Dragons saving the world from Hellfire and Demons, but that’s kinda off topic and long before even the Era of Grey. Why do you ask?” Whitney questioned but her eyes couldn’t keep from drifting down to our bust.

Berserker’s ears perked with interest about the Everlasting Dragons, but he didn’t push for answers. However, We felt an odd sensation of immense pride at the mention of those ancient long-gone dragons. Weird.

“We have the ability to create magical springs that purify Corruption. We were hoping to do the same to the source here, to keep the demons from ruining this place and hurting Tel’Adre.” We informed the farmer who gawked at us in amazement.

“What-really?! That’s amazing! What’re you doing wasting time with me here?! Go!” Whitney eagerly pointed towards the nearby mountain to the north. It was a squat brown thing, but it did have a stream running from it and into the desert where the water eventually sank into the endlessly thirsty sands.

“Will you be alright on your own?” Berserker asked us as We patted the dirt from our hands.

“We’ll be fine Berserker. We’re not a helpless damsel.” We huffed as We stretched to-oh, We don’t need to stretch. We smirked at how both Berserker and Whitney looked us over though. Especially when We surged up to ten feet tall to emphasize how not helpless We are.

“Then I’ll help hold things here on the farm.” Berserker declared as green fire erupted from our back and formed our wings-when did We put those away? Why didn’t Daring notice? Oh, um...We should spend some time apart after this.

“Thanks, We’ll be back soon.” We declared before We took off in one flap with our huge wings sending dust scattering. We found an updraft easily from the sun baking the sands and turned towards the mountain, following the stream.

“What do you girls think?” I asked my other halves, hoping some verbal interaction would help us keep sense of ourselves until we could take a break.

“Hopefully we find more demons to use.” Svartr chuckled before Daring gagged.

“Can we find a new method? It works, but it’s disgusting.” Daring pleaded with a whine.

“Maybe, but this is the only way I’ve found so far.” I explained to my lover as we glided along the creek, having to stay off to the side for the thermals since the water was much cooler than the sand. “At least I have plenty of demon corpses in our tit-space already, we can do it immediately.”

“It’s called an Inventory Willow. Please stop calling it ‘Tit-Space’. Everyone has one, it’s just easiest to get into and out of in the cleavage for females and groins for males.” Daring informed me with exasperation. Wait, I knew that! I knew it because our brains-oof. Right.

“Aw, I liked how innocent and naive she sounded calling it ‘Tit-Space’ though.” Svarter whined and I felt embarrassed at not asking Cocoa more about it when I first captured her.

“Nobody’s bothered to tell me this whole time?!” I can’t believe this. Nobody said anything when I said it to them before. I guess it took Daring getting annoyed about it. “Whatever. I have demons in my Inventory we can use the moment we get there.” I huffed, angling us down with Daring’s instinctive help before pulling up and landing gently on our paws at the mouth of the cavern that was trickling the crisp water into the desert below.

I was about to take out a torch when my vision suddenly became grayscale, but I could see just fine. “I finally figured out ‘Ghost Sight’ a few nights ago. We can see without any light, but it’ll be all grainy and dim.” Svartr informed us and I felt a bit creeped out by it. This kind of vision reminded me of horror games I’ve played before.

“As great as this is, I agree with Willow. This is a bit too spooky, Svartr.” Daring reached into our cleavage and fished out an electric lantern. Once she turned it on the vision whited out until our normal sight returned. “Oh great. I forgot I don’t have my usual kit on me.” Daring held the lantern to our left side and Svartr hooked the handle in a tendril that sprouted from our shoulder, pulling the lantern tight so it wouldn’t shake too much. “Thanks Svartr!” Daring cheered before she pulled a pistol from our tits...wait.

“Uh, Daring, that’s just a normal pistol.” The thing was so tiny in our hands! We looked at it in a bit of bemusement. We held it up, pinched between our fingers. We couldn’t even fit our index finger into the trigger guard. “... It puts into perspective how much We’ve changed.” We looked down at ourselves, forlorn. We love our new form, but it was so vastly different from how we all started out. “Once done here...let’s all separate and cuddle as our normal, small selves.”

“Agreed.” We spoke together, the unity tingling our brain. We blinked, felt confused and patted our shelf of boobflesh. “Hm~. So close.” We purred, then shook ourselves and blinked. What were We doing? Tiny gun...oh!

After putting the tiny toy pistol away, we took out the Infinity pistol from our inventory and smirked at how it sized to our hand, but the actual barrels were still the same 9mm caliber despite how big the weapon was. The other firearm had been Daring’s and I mused on the fact that possibly our inventory was shared in this fused form.

Shrugging and figuring it could wait until later, I began the trek into the mountain cave. It went upwards, which made sense if this spring was the source of the creek leading to the farm.

After climbing up the incline for several minutes we finally came to a dark cave lake with a waterfall pouring into it from the far side. It was perfectly dark in here, so the light of our lantern illuminated the place like a spotlight. “So beautiful…” I breathed out in awe. I wasn’t really the outdoorsy type before I was Displaced. You don’t see things like this in a life like my former one outside of photos and fantastical works of art.

“It’s things like this that drove me to become an adventurer.” Daring whispered wistfully in nostalgia. The flashes of beautiful scenes, similar yet different to this flashing in my mind told me Daring loved the thrill of discovery more than any potential treasures. The fact Svartr did something similar earlier made it feel natural. “Well...let’s get started then.” Daring hesitantly stated, swallowing nervously. “How’re we going to put the bonfire in the middle though?”

“I’ve got an idea. I could-.” Any further discussion was interrupted by a long dark tendril lashing out of the water. It wrapped around our waist and yanked us into the depths before we could even scream. We tried to, but the water silenced us. Bubbles rushed from our silently screaming maw as our vestigial lungs emptied of air painfully. Soon though we were yanked through what felt like a freezing cold layer of slime before slamming into more of said freezing cold semi-liquid, gasping for the air we suddenly found ourselves with.

“Who comes? To the Dark?” We froze at the impossibly powerful and ancient voice that rumbled over our head. It was wet and hoarse, as if constantly near-drowning. “Speak!”

“We-We are Willow, Daring, and Svartr! We are the Corrupted Undead, her two mates and-!”

“Cease babbling!” The voice demanded and We shuddered as We kept our head down. We flinched when something impossibly hard pressed into the back of our neck. The deep inhale pulled a practical gust of wind around our head and made us shiver in fear at the sheer size of our sudden host. “You smell...familiar? Like a Dragon. There’s not a single hint of Dark within you yet you claim to be Undead. Answer Dragon.” D-dragon? We’re not...right. Right! Willow transformed into a draco-fox! It’s hard to tell when she’s usually slime.

“I-I am also Displaced! I have a Soul of Magic that has-!”

“Subsumed the Dark...stand.” We did as he demanded, looking up into the blackness. There was nothing here. No light. Not even the lantern revealed anything. just...Dark. “Indeed. You cannot see. Not a trace of Dark in you. Spirit. Enlighten them.”

“Th-the Abyss. W-we’re in the Abyss.” Svartr, who had gone ramrod still, whimpered fearfully and surprisingly it was Daring and I who managed to keep her from breaking down at the realization. “Only creatures of the Dark should exist here. H-he’s not one though…” Svartr shivered and whatever she saw had some part of us aroused. “Girls. I-I’m going t-to share my sight with you…” Shortly, the Ghost Sight returned and I and Daring couldn’t help screaming in horror, stumbling backwards onto our ass. Our retreat was stopped by the paw of the utter titan of a feral dragon that loomed over us. Why are we getting aroused?!

“Witness. I. Am Darkeater Midir. You have stumbled into Dark; a place long forgotten, and best left so.” Midir told us and We felt our core ache with need as our bosom expanded and our tails started wagging like if We were about to have incredible mind-blowing sex with Berserker or Hunter. We tried hard not to pant and further announce our nearly all-consuming need to somehow breed this glorious-.

“Th-this was supposed to be Shulva!” We yelped to try and get our minds off of our overwhelming urges, wriggling under his left claw to try and get up. Thankfully the sheer terror at the situation helped us stop vividly imagining being a feral dragoness, presenting ourselves to him and getting mated so fucking good that-! No! Brain! Stop! This is the Abyss! The Dark! Luna was supposed to have sealed it! “W-why are we in the Abyss?! It’s supposed to be sealed!”

“Shulva has long been part of the Dark. This place is merely the highest point of the Abyss with it properly sealed away by the Master of Dark.” Midir stated as he used his tattered wings to gesture at the emptiness around us. “The fact you have found this place, means a new Era is upon us once more. Tell me, why have you come young Dragon?”

“T-to purify the Corruption here and make a link to the Shrine.” We stuttered out, focusing on the cold, the Dark, not the incredibly well-built stud pinning us and-stahp~!

“You are also a Fire Keeper?”Midir asked with a curious tilt his head.

“No, but I want you my king~.” We lustily panted out and Midir actually seemed to rear back a bit in surprise before We shook our head. Was that Willow? No? The voice was hers! We felt dizzy. Why are We pressing needily against his claw?

“M-maybe? We don’t know anymore. We have our own Fire Keeper, but she keeps to herself and tends the flame.” We informed the scary-sexy dragon-mate and he hummed in consideration before he looked up into the emptiness.

“Then perhaps it is time I left the Dark. It does not need a sentinel.” Midir looked down at us and took a deep long whiff of us again. “Yes. It is time.” Then he began running his tongue on us and We groaned needily, presenting our chest to him as he released us from his pinning claw. He purred and dove that incredibly dextrous tongue into our snatch and We wailed as something within us lit up like a firework. Our vision danced with false lights, pleasure and a barely noticeable pain in the back of our mind spun as sense drained from us somehow.

We pressed against him, snarling, feeling more of him on our flesh as We willed ourselves to be as big as We could for him. We keened and hissed and experienced orgasm after brain-melting orgasm. We thrashed, roared and fought to get every inch of the delightful throbbing heat into our core as he pressed down on our back! “Yes. At last, my Queen seems to be waking.”