Corruption of Souls

Ch.36

“Are you okay babe?!” Daring asked when she ran straight into me, hugging me tightly as my escorts warily backed away and the gates slammed shut between them and us. Clearly they were too scared shitless at the sight of my group to properly fulfill their orders.

“Not so close~!” I wailed and I started panting, my arousal suddenly surged now that I was back among trusted friends and mates. “I’m in full heat and rut! I’ve never felt like this before!” Sure, I’ve been horny, but dear Goddess I want to just fuck and be fucked simultaneously right now!

“That’s probably because you’ve been in close contact with an artefact or religious tool attuned to your Goddess, rather than directly with a Shrine. Oddly, effigies or other things made in worship tend to have alternate effects than ones made directly.” Daring theorized while she backed away at the news that the tent in my robe was more than because I was glad to see her.

“Oh.” I huffed before Daring suddenly hugged me and flashed green, turning into her adventurer clothing to cover me rather than the robe which burned away. My painfully erect boner disappeared into the Inventory males have in this wacky kinky world.

“Svartr, get on her.” Daring ordered with a pocket as her mouth before she flashed again, fully merging over me in the nude before Svartr joined too. Our shared erection was again covered as Svartr formed clothes over us while still being like a third skin, copying Daring’s adventurer short shorts and khaki crop-top. “There, that’s better. Wow you’re aroused.” Daring panted, but oddly my raging needs soon faded and it was more the ambient tickle of desire.

“We’ve got to talk to Aventurine when we get the chance. This is weird how your needs are stretching across us.” Svartr commented before she turned to Urta. “Sorry you had to get pulled into this. We needed a good lay to get over a terrifying possible near-existence-ending situation and Willow’s memories of how you could be drew us to you since everyone else was busy.”

“Eh. This world’s fucked. You’re not the worst thing to happen to me.” Urta shrugged, her armor clinking. “What did the council want from you?” Urta’s ears wilted, letting us know she was clearly concerned about my abduction.

“One wanted to turn me into a baby factory to make living batteries out of my pups.” I shuddered and hugged myself before I felt the assuring squeeze of Daring and Svartr around me. “He was immediately overruled by the other two, especially when I mentioned I made a purification spring at the farm. They told me to do so at the well in the north of the city as well.”

Berserker had a look of murderous vengeance on his face as he glared up at the glass-topped tower, but Hunter placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place. Even so, Berserker was muttering on how he was going to kill each of the governing bodies and have them displayed for the whole town to see. Hanging from the top of the glass and staining it in their blood.

“Wait, you purified the main source of water for the region?” Sabrina perked up from her displeasure at the council. “That is incredible! Does the water keep its properties this far however?”

“Considering that it doesn’t keep its healing and purifying properties when bottled, I doubt it.” Hunter held up his pad towards us. With that stated, Urta clacked the bottom of her spear’s shaft on the stones of the street.

“Alright then. I’ll guide you there. I’ll watch you work and report your success once it’s done.” Urta declared before she quickly guided us onward to the north end of the city. Once there, we found a bucket conveyor system dumping water in the aqueduct system running through the center of the city, around the tower, to the cardinal and intercardinal corners. It was hard to imagine a city with as archaic a plumbing system as this one with my shrine, Canterlot and Neighappolous having modern indoor plumbing. Truly the demons have been a plague on this world if isolated cities are still primitive. “Here it is. This station provides water to the whole city.”

It was a thing of beauty if simplicity. It was a massive bucket conveyor made of an odd wood, chains and gears plunging down into the rectangular stone shaft that exposed an underground cave filled with water from the sounds of the endless sloshing below. Above, it tossed the buckets of water onto the elevated aquifer from the speed of the constantly rotating mechanism along with the shapes of the buckets and the input of the aquifer. Of course…

“That is the most exhausting job I’ve ever seen.” Daring hissed in disgust.

I mentally agreed with Daring. It had to be manually cranked by a team of burly males of various species, who were all panting, groaning and sweating. They all wore slave collars of plain design unlike my ornamental one. It confirmed what the wolf council member stated, but they looked determined rather than downtrodden and the spray of water overhead kept them drenched with water to spite the hot sun. They even had other slaves with paddle fans and shades to keep the sun off them and the air moving which with the simulated humidity was quite welcome.

“Why do they all look like slaves?” Berserker asked with a growl as he clenched his fists.

“Because they are.” Urta’s ears bent backward in shame. “This is an ancient city with ancient rulers. The powers that be keep the practice going. We’ve managed to make it as kind as possible, such as providing wages for demanding work like this. They all choose it too. Selling oneself into servitude here in exchange for food, water and a place to lay your head isn’t uncommon. We also use the system as a form of community service for prisoners with long sentences.” Urta hacked a loogie to the side in disgust. “Still leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Well, well, well…” I squeaked in surprise and jumped into Hunter’s arms and he caught me like I was part of Scooby Do’s signature gag. When we turned to look who spoke we saw a yellow Wolf with rabbit-like ears who smiled creepily at us. “Quite the shocker though, we probably should’ve expected this. Right, Berserker?”

“When did you get here, Runner?” Berserker asked as if all his anger van-that’s Runner?!

“Oh, a little while ago.” The bunny-wolf answered with a shrug. “I may or may not have been scoping out the entire city, grabbing some dirt about the City Council, making some deals with them.” He smiled impishly which sent some chills down my spine.

He was a yellow wolf-bunny with mostly lupine over lapine traits, the rabbit ears being the most bunny-like thing about him. His long hair covered his right eye, his left eye was blue. He looked like some badass steampunk casino-goer from Mad Max. He wore a top hat with a 13 of clubs pinned to the ribbon on the front which clashed with his worn yellow leather trench coat buttoned properly with especially bright brass half-belt buttons. Over it was a brown leather bandolier lined with pouches. That aside, he wore plain leather pants, smooth-studded leather gloves and had even more satchels strapped to his thighs. He also had a cane with a tiny monster’s skull for the knob.

“So. You must be Willow right?” Runner asked me with his smile losing its creepy factor and looking more normal. “Your punishment seems to have already been given by Murphy and that’s good enough for me to forgive you. Oh, you guys left out the part where I’m the bat-shit, insane bastard of the family, didn’t you?” No, they kinda hinted at it already...

“They could have been more clear about it.” I huffed at both Berserker and Hunter, a little peeved that neither of them spoke all that much about their brothers. I don’t even know who the fifth brother is!

“*Gasp*! You guys haven’t even told her about Collateral?! What did he do to you?!” Runner gawked overly dramatically at Berserker and Hunter, who looked sheepish and apologetic. “Hmph! Well I’m telling Collateral that you two snatched up the last BFGs from the latest raid!” The brothers paled and Hunter dropped me, which I didn’t mind considering how hilarious it was to see them trying to bargain with Runner.

“Okay, so how should we do this? If I could somehow make the pool on top of the aqueduct, it would dump some of the Everfree’s water straight into the system.” I suggested as I stood up and dusted myself off while the brothers bickered. Let them hash it out, it’s clearly a family issue.

“Considering how damn huge you get while doing it, I don’t think we could manage that.” Sabrina huffed, looking over at the overworked but obviously determined slaves supplying water to the city. “We could’ve ended the need for such labor if we could do that, but I suppose such innovation will have to wait until when, or if, Equestria is willing to help modernize the city.”

“Oh, they will. No doubt about it. This is right up Equestria’s alley.” Daring stated from our mouth before we approached the square well the bucket conveyor was mounted in.

“Now how to get down there without enough space for wings, or for us to climb down.” I mused, looking over at the slaves. I still couldn’t mold my body so easily since I was affected by that orb. From what I could tell from Svartr and Daring’s thoughts, they didn’t have their full range of abilities back either. “Hey boys! Is there a way down there?!” They kept working, but one of the fan holders scooched closer and pointed at the buckets. Huh, there’s a couple of handles on the rim of the buckets. “I’ll be back!” I called out to my group, causing Berserker and Hunter to perk and look over at us before we jumped at the buckets heading down.

We grabbed onto the handles and let ourselves be lowered into the darkness. It was a fairly long ride down and We were impressed with how strong those teams of men must be to haul all this water up, even if the gear system took most of the work out of it. Svartr activated our Ghost Sight when it got too dark. We’d entered a shallow cavern, barely 15 feet above the water which was flowing fairly quickly. It was an underground river. “Please don’t be an actual underground river.”

Hoping We weren’t about to get Daring and Svartr killed from being dashed upon rocks in an underground river rapids, We touched down and let go. The water quickly swept us away until We began growing to our full size. The river was shallow, only about 10 feet deep and the ceiling quickly got low towards the edges with sharp stalactites hanging overhead their sister stalagmites. We looked around, but couldn’t find anyplace shallow enough for the bonfire.

“Okay girls, inventory time. Do we have anything big enough to set the brazier on? This spot here is about 2 feet deep.” I padded the spot with my paw and soon Svartr reached into our cleavage, pulling out… “No~! I don’t wanna use my demon hammer!” It’s been such a faithful minion-masher!

“It’s either this or the axe and it’ll be awkward to get that mounted on the stalagmites enough to make a platform for the bonfire.” Svartr reasonably argued and I whined. “Consider this to be a good reason for us to carry around random bits of lumber or blocks of stone.”

“Okay fine.” I mewled and set the Square Hammer on head for more height in the shallow water, leaving a half-foot out of the running water. “You’re going to a good cause, even if you’d be better served crushing demons or solving a crooked rhyme, you’ll be protecting the city.”

“Willow. You never even got to use it more than a few times. It’s not like it has a soul infused into it.” Daring huffed as Svartr pulled off, surprising me by her being 20-feet tall from all the knights she’d consumed. The lupine giantess began pulling demon corpses from Daring and I’s cleavage, feeding them to us by cramming them in our stretchy maw. “Huh...the taste doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“Probably because we’re all foxes.” I commented while I felt the bodies churning in my guts as I finally started returning to goo. Soon enough, again Daring and I were a massive balloon of the mixture and we let it out as soon as we could. Again the bonfire lit, Harmonia’s sapling sprouted and bonded to the hammer like it did with the log.

“Oh~” Daring panted from the decrease in spread of my breeding state once we finished and I had to resist the urge to fuck Svartr to let her mold back onto us. “Okay, I’ve had it. Aventurine! Your blessing is screwing with us!” No response, save Harmonia poking her head out of her tree curiously.

“Hold on.” I huffed, kneeling in the shallow water, grunting as I filled our tits with our cocktail of milk and I held them up, panting, needy, letting my arousal surge. “Goddess~!” I couldn’t say the rest, too aroused to form more words.

“Yes Our Champion?” Aventurine’s voice sleepily echoed from her flames.

“Can’t stop wanting to breed~!” Daring managed to squeal as our cock dribbled pre into the water. Thankfully Harmonia would take care of that. It would be rude to contaminate the water further since we were upstream of the bucket conveyor.

“Oh~, where’s that fox or the wolves?” Svartr huffed as she started playing with us.

“Thou’rt fallen off the wagon from a prolonged breeding frenzy haven’t thee?” Aventurine’s voice sounded annoyed and displeased, but I didn’t care about that right now.

“Yes~!” I squealed, pulling our horsecock to our lips and sucking, before a lick of flame shot out and struck us, sapping the arousal and instantly killing our boner, shrinking our breasts back to DD-cup. “Th-thank you. What does that have to do with it?”

“You’ve been busy. Very busy. Your body has adjusted to it, your magic as well. It’s considering your lack of pregnancy as well as your lack of constantly seeding other’s wombs as being irregular. You’ve literally addicted yourself to breeding. What did I tell you?” Aventurine chided and now I felt the shame, but also indignant.

“Moderation, but we were backing off, ever since you told me. Well, Queen Mesosoma didn’t help and even then I think it was too late.” After all, my body automatically inseminated her.

“Or anything I may have brought to the table.” Daring mewled.

“I certainly haven’t been helping.” Svartr grumbled.

“Combining our sex drives may have been a bad idea.” Daring said.

“Says the one that loved filling up with seed and breeding dragons and changelings en masse.” Svartr huffed.

“Enough bickering.” Aventurine then gave a long-suffering sigh. “Thou’rt even following in our hoofsteps, but at least We managed to maintain some measure of control over our needs to procreate.”

“Sorry mother.” We huffed in frustrated indignancy.

“As flattering as such a title may be, remember that We are not thine mother. Now, listen closely. Whenever thou art filled with an overwhelming desire to breed, stalk off alone until it dies down. Or set up a system where thou shalt constantly breed on a regular basis. The whispers We hear of thine world is one of declining population, certainly a few good females would be willing to help thee out there.” Aventurine suggested helpfully.

“We just haven’t gotten it going yet. We’re going to go visit Sabrina’s coven and maybe play surrogate for a short bit as well as ‘donate’ our seed and milk.” I informed my Goddess. “Thank you for your help my Goddess.” At this her presence faded and Harmonia, who looked forlorn, sighed before fading back into her sapling.

We stood up and waded over to the bucket conveyor. We grabbed onto the handles of a bucket going up and shrunk rapidly to normal size. It was a fairly long ride up like it was going down, We just hoped We weren’t making more work for the men cranking this thing. We’re not fat, but We are rather thicc and bricc... Soon the midday sun reached us and once out of the well We jumped away to end up landing in Hunter’s waiting arms with a blush.

“W-were you just waiting to catch us?” We asked in unison, to which he nodded. We kissed him gently and nuzzled his neck. “Thank you.” We got ready to get out of his arms, but yipped when he began carrying us behind Sabrina and Urta’s retreating backs. Berserker seemed to have gone off somewhere and Runner was gone too.

“Great, now I’m thirsty.” Urta said after getting a good look at our chest. We blinked and looked down at our bosom. Even though they shrunk back down to DD-cups, We forgot We were naked and our nipples were dripping water like we were lactating. She looked around before she leaned over and licked our right nipple, making us squeak. Of course Hunter used his right wing to cover us from curious eyes, which surprised us because we thought he was going to smack her away with it. Although he did give her a glare.

“Urta~.” We mewled when she started suckling. “It’s the middle of the d-day.” We shivered when our chest bloated a bit more with milk, panting as our arousal began spiking. “N-not now~! T-take us to Sabrina’s Coven so we can start making kittens and donating our milk!”

“I want some alcohol milk from the tap too.” Urta purred and licked her lips as she cupped our balls, which churned. “I never realized how sexy I am. Let me indulge in some narcissism.” Hunter held up his pad towards her and she rolled her eyes before she backed away. “Yeah, yeah. Bad manners to sex your mate without both of your permission. Look, please just wait for me at the Wet Bitch. I have to report to the council before I can go anywhere else. While I doubt anyone can stop you, the guards will try to keep you inside the city without an escort by now.”

“That’s understandable.” Sabrina sighed and leered at the vixen. “Now, don’t go forgetting what we talked about earlier.” Sabrina purred and Urta’s tail wagged before she hurried off towards the council tower. Wait, what did they talk about while We were in the well?!

“What’s going on?” We asked the titty kitty, who smiled deviously at us. “Sabrina?”

“You’ll see~.” Sabrina became silent as she led us back to the Wet Bitch. When we got there our nudity drew plenty of hungry eyes. We moved to a booth in the corner while many of the patrons looked at Sabrina’s and our breasts. “Down ladies and gentlemen. No free milk tonight.” This got plenty of disappointed whines and they mostly went back to their own drinks.

“Not free huh? Niamh hasn’t been around, we’ll pay for some good quality kitty milk even if it isn’t alcoholic.” Came the voice of the fluffy MILF of a husky behind the counter. She was actually bent over and getting railed by a panting male wolf behind her and she barely seemed to notice as the guy busted his nut in her. This must be the ‘Wet Bitch’.

“Wait...that one looks exactly like Urta! Didn’t she say she makes some sort of high-proof liquor in her tits?” A random patron voiced and We shrunk into Hunter’s side as he covered our body with his wing. Lots of people got up with clinking purses in their hands and began chanting as they shook their purses. “Booze boobs! Booze boobs! Booze boobs!”

Hunter became angry with them and drew all four of his swords with his Wind magic. He held them out towards the crowd, making the patrons flinch and stop chanting immediately.

“Alright, alright! Back off! If she wants to sell breast beer she’ll let you know! Now sit down, shut up and drink what you’ve got!” The Wet Bitch demanded of her patrons, some of her motherly fury rising. “Sorry hun. If you want to sell your product, feel free to come up to the counter. Otherwise just relax.”

“We don’t know if We should.” We huffed before blushing at the sound of our suddenly-hard cock knocking against the underside of the table.

“Well, we don’t know when Urta will get back…” Daring bit our lip.

“Might as well make some of those Bits we spent on the room last night back.” Svartr proposed, rubbing our arms as we looked at Hunter with our big eyes and shimmying into the seat.

“It...would be really fucking hot.” I admitted with a lick of our lips.

“Can we?” We asked Hunter hopefully. As our immediate mate and the one We weren’t sure of the disposition on this, discounting Sabrina due to her openness with being a kitty-cow.

He looked between us and the patrons before writing something down. “Are you sure?” He asked us with a quirked eyebrow and a faint blush to his cheeks.

“If We make our boobs big enough We won’t be able to fuck anyone unless someone comes up from behind.” We bit our lip again. “Can We count on you to keep any males or herms from taking advantage?”

Hunter gave a firm nod before glaring out at the males who feebly cowered under his look and turned away. “I hope you know what you’re doing Willow...Daring. Svartr?” Sabrina looked annoyed and We sighed, coming to a decision.

“Just call us Wiatr if you’re referring to us all together.” We answered, feeling right. We stood from the booth and ignored the catcalls and wolf-whistles, literal on both parts, as We approached the bar. We shook our breasts when they began expanding, filling with our unique milk. “Oh~ Goddess~.” We groaned in pleasure, our shiny black tits already the size of beach balls by the time We reached the counter. We panted, resting them on it when We rounded the corner, letting our massive breasts face the public from next to the Wet Bitch as she admired us with a gaping mouth. “F-feel free to touch us~.” We breathed to her.

“Sure thing! But first.” She took out a wooden sign and placed it next to our breasts. “Come get your Breast Booze! 5 bits a mug!” The bar cheered and soon We felt hands touching the far side of our boobs, squeezing our nipples and making us whimper and shudder in pleasure as Bits began filling a tiller next to the sign.

Oh Goddess Yes~