Corruption of Souls

Ch.37

“I can’t believe you made over 100 Bits in a couple of hours!” Urta gawked at us as we followed Sabrina out of Tel’Adre and towards a seemingly random direction to the south. “That was with you only getting 1 bit for every 5 bits paid too!”

“Not to mention Helena bought two barrels for 100 bits each when We needed to deflate to leave.” We blushed, tugging on our replacement brown travel robes since Svartr was too aroused to properly turn into clothes right now. We were still stuck as copies of Urta. It wasn’t bad, but it was getting annoying that local pagan worshipers of my Goddess actually interfere with my powers this much.

“I dislike that we can’t change back.” Svartr huffed as we passed statues of armor half-buried in the sand. “I mean, Urta’s hot as fuck, but I’d prefer to have full control back.”

“Th-thanks!” Urta perked at the compliment and put a spring in her step.

“Hopefully when we fuck some willing brood mothers full of kittens we’ll get some of our abilities back.” Daring complained. “I can’t believe this. Our powers are essentially locked behind sex and breeding?”

“It is quite the risk when dealing with the Great Serpents. Or rather, Goddess Aventurine.” Sabrina shrugged from up ahead before we descended into a sudden fissure in the earth, rather suspiciously clear of sand and the incline conveniently composed of wide steps.

“Why are there so many statues of armor around here?” I asked when I noticed another statue with a sort of gun. It looked like a lizardfolk, like half of those lizard-wolf hybrids the demons fielded at the Factory. They must be one of the races almost stamped out and interbred by the demons.

“They’re Sentinels. Golems. Sometimes made from our defeated enemies.” Sabrina stated before we neared a pair of grand stone doors. Well then, We guess the lizard ones must be made from demons. Also, spooky~! We wish We knew the Sand Witches knew petrification magic earlier than when we’re all about to waltz into their home!

“Huh, well good for you.” We nervously replied before our group was stopped by a feral Sphinx stomping a massive front paw. She seemed to be fully female like Briallia appeared to be at first. Oh...I hope she’s doing okay. We haven’t checked in on the giantess anthro sphinx since we sent her to the shrine.

“Who-oh, Sabrina. Guests?” The Sphinx asked when she looked us over. “Hm, you’re late by nearly a week. What has been holding you up? You were merely supposed to drink from the Fountain and return.” She seemed to eye Sabrina’s breasts closely. “Hm, at least you did so.”

“Yes, for the last time. I have news for the coven and need to bring these visitors before the Sand Mother.” Sabrina stated plainly and the Sphinx hummed as she looked us over.

“These ones are armed. They stay outside.” The Sphinx imperiously demanded, looking at Berserker, Hunter, and Urta. “While this one is carrying weapons, a simple lock on her inventory will be enough for her to pass.” She stated with her eyes shimmering yellow as she looked us over. We looked at the others to see Urta casually dropping her spear blade-first into her cleavage. “She may pass now as well.” She looked to Berserker and Hunter.

“Fuck off and die, bitch.” Berserker retorted with a glare before he turned and left. The Sphinx huffed in irritation at his response and looked at Hunter.

“I’ll wait out here and guard.” Hunter wrote to her only for her to smile and shake her head.

“Unnecessary. You can head back to the city and wait for your friends. We are secure enough.” She then snapped her tail against the door and it began grinding open against the ground as it moved by magic while a yellow shimmer ran over Urta and Us. “Enter and be on your best behavior.”

Sabrina bowed slightly and We mimicked her, Urta as well. We then followed her into what was clearly the main chamber, seeing dozens of witches almost exactly like Sabrina milling about, staring at us curiously while our friend and guide led us in. “We apologize for Berserker’s behavior.” We sighed as We looked around, noticing this main chamber acted as a sort of town square and market with stalls for various wares selling goods to the residents.

No wonder the Sand Witches can be separate from Tel’Adre. They are essentially their own town or small city with the sheer number of them and from the various foodstuffs We can see at the market stalls. The interior of this underground cavern was smooth and clearly carved in mimicry of the architecture of Tel’Adre, but actually had the artistic details woven into it too. There was a sun-like gemstone in the ceiling that illuminated the whole cavern with daylight, likely even directly delivered from the sun with whatever clever design the witches have made.

“They could have come in if they just put their weapons away.” Sabrina shrugged without concern from where she walked only a few feet ahead of us with her tail tapping against Urta and us at the waist, clearly a tactic to keep us together through the thick crowds of cat women. Where are the males? We only see female felines with a nearly uniform sandy fur tone. If not for their different facial or ear structures, We’d nearly proclaim they all look the same. “We’re safe here, they don’t have to tote around weapons in this place.”

“They have trust issues, it’s their right to refuse to disarm.” Daring declared mulishly, having experience with being forcibly disarmed while we climbed the stairs up to the back wall of the massive main chamber. “Is that running water? I thought the mountain north of Tel’Adre was the only local source.” Daring asked as we passed through the hall and came out into an obviously magically hewn stone bridge and stairway that had multiple platforms where incredibly over-endowed titty kitties moaned and gushed milk into the massive churning cistern of milk filling the cavern below, all illuminated by a similar sun crystal in the ceiling here too.

“Oh. Oh gods…” Svartr whispered in shock, perhaps some measure of horror. “When Sabrina talked about gathering milk to restore the desert, I didn’t think…”

“It is our sworn duty…” Sabrina muttered bitterly, looking off to the side where a clearly pregnant sand witch with quad breasts the size of yoga balls was getting fucked by a dusky-furred hermaphrodite cat as she was milked into the reservoir below by hands made of sand. “That will be me soon. That will be well over half of us at this rate.” She clutched her stone-hewn staff so tight it creaked. “I’m hoping, praying, that you can help us avoid such a fate.” Sabrina whispered as she looked over at me.

“We will.” We snarled in fierce unifying determination. Willing or not, the fact that they are driven to this out of desperation disgusts us.

When we left the enormous ‘milking’ chamber, we neared a lavish door maybe a quarter the size of the entry gates that was inlaid with gems, precious metals and even caricatures of some sort of story. Sabrina tapped on it with her staff and it rasped open like the main gates, letting us into a fairly large chamber.

On a throne at the back of a fairly decadent throne room sat a single sand witch, easily 8 feet tall and with quad breasts the size of beach balls. “Hm? Who is...ah, Sabrina!” The cat woman grunted as she stood, revealing her breasts hid her massive pregnant belly when she was seated. “Come daughter!”

Sabrina’s ears wilted, but she still jogged up to the woman and hugged her side as the matron leaned down as much as she could to kiss the smaller woman’s brow. “Hello mother.”

“...Did not see that coming and she’s my ex-um, former ex-girlfriend.” Urta admitted, looking sidelong at me and We shrugged sheepishly before perking at hearing the news.

“That’s great-uh, right. I didn’t know either, you had more time to find out than I did.” I said as we approached the titty kitties. “Um, hello, I’m here to make donations to your cause.”

“Wiatr!” Sabrina hissed and We flinched back at her referring to all three of us simultaneously so caustically before she turned back to her mother. “Mother. I bring before you a Friend. She is Champion to Aventurine; Goddess of Fertility, Sex and Commerce. She has the ability to rapidly gestate young in her womb, as well as to rapidly inseminate wombs. She can also produce an abundance of milk with ease. She filled two barrels just a short time ago as if it were nothing.”

“Really?” The large blond-furred cat asked skeptically as she leaned forward to look at us. “I do sense quite an impressive font of power from her, but can she truly produce so much with such a tiny bosom?” T-tiny?! We’ll have you know, lady, that DDs are still pretty big!

“Hey, do you guys know where to find good booze?” Questioned an average-height wolfess from a hall leading to a side room. She wore full stone plate armor and had a Stone Greataxe on her back. Svartr went slack jawed as this knight strode out. “Oh, new meat. Were you also woken up by these guys?”

“Miss Alberta. Again, we’re sorry for ‘un-burning’ you, but please have courtesy. We’re in a very important meeting.” The Queen groaned and turned her attention back to us. “We found her after the day you left my daughter. She’s too powerful to not leave unattended.”

“I’m supposed to be dead. Fuck off and get me booze while Niamh takes a break.” The clearly Undead wolfess named Alberta snarled before she turned to leave the room.

“Wait! You’re Undead too?!” I called after her, getting Sabrina to wince and her mother’s eyes to widen.

“Yeah. I went to turn a fire up and die. Apparently I’m still Undead even if I’m not contagious anymore.” Alberta huffed in annoyance before she stormed out. “Bah, why the fuck did I listen to that sexy chimera woman and get Dis-.” A door slammed, silencing the irate Undead’s ranting.

“The Curse is pretty damned complicated. I mean, even being burned to ashes and she still get’s up?” I questioned in annoyance, only to have a furry hand pull my chin up towards the leaning Sand Mother, who pulled my jaw open and looked under our tongue. “Ah…?”

“Daughter? What trickery is this?” The huge woman’s voice was sickeningly annoyed.

“N-none! She is a Champion! She may be Undead, but she is still able to not only procreate, but do it in fantastical amounts and speeds!” Sabrina declared, sounding desperate for some reason.

“Is hoo!” I tried telling her that I am beyond fertile and to assume otherwise because of my curse is, quite frankly, insulting.

“No Undead can safely bear proper mortal children. For this false claim daughter, you will be paying the Cum Witches a prolonged visit.” The matron imperiously ordered and Sabrina recoiled fearfully while Urta puffed up furiously.

Something within Us Snapped!

“Listen to us you fat cow!” We shouted as We pushed her away from our face and shot up in size until We had to kneel from the merely 15-foot high ceiling to entirely surround the shocked and backpedaling woman with our body. “We are doing you a favor! We are willing to aid your people as a Champion of our Goddess should! Do not make us depose you out of spite!”

“I yield! I yield!” The Sand Mother squeaked and hugged her belly fearfully as she pressed herself as deep into her throne as she could. “I apologize to the great and benevolent Demigoddess! I am your humble servant!” She groveled, whimpering as she hugged her stunned and worried daughter to her side protectively. “Please do not harm my kin for my disrespect!”

“We only threatened you because you threatened one We would consider to be our mate!” We boomed in fury, only to blush at realizing, once again, our size-changing had destroyed our clothes and in our sudden burst of size We’d nearly sat on Urta, who was wriggling under our balls. Rather than shift and fish her out, We decided to let her keep wriggling. It felt nice. Especially when she started licking~.

“I apologize! You have her with my blessing!” The matron whimpered, yet still held her daughter tightly while Sabrina looked up at us in awe. “Please, spare me!”

“Whoa~! Holy shit! If I could do that, I’d have fought through Lordran like it was a damn pansy party!” In came the wolfen femme fatale Alberta again, looking up at us with a smirk. “But size isn’t everything. Are you nothing but a hollow tree?”

“To be honest, for now? Yes. All We have on our side right now is sheer mass. We’re only as powerful as a normal person could be at this size.” Which was obviously still a lot, but with Willow’s combat powers currently locked behind a quirky bottleneck, We weren’t much to write home about. Though some cheeky part of us said to embrace our draconic side to unlock this power, to follow Midir into the Dark and-whoa~ dangerous thoughts! Into the sin bin you go! Sexy god in the sack he may be but-wait, off topic.

“Aw, I was hoping for a good fight. Well, let me know if you come across any booze.” The demanding wolfess turned to leave again, but in a fit of mischievousness We turned a nipple to her and sprayed her down. “The fuck?! That’s...hm?” She took a sniff, then a lick, then looked at us like We were the Ark of the Covenant. “You make booze with your tits like Niamh.”

“Blessed magic booze laced with ectoplasm and love nectar.” We smirked, looking back towards the Sand Mother who seemed to be calming down from her panic, her daughter who she was threatening to turn into a kitten factory just moments ago patting her hand and whispering calming words to her. “Now then, are you going to let us aid you?”

(<3)

We’d shrunk down and the Sand Mother, who Sabrina told us was ironically named Sandy, agreed to let us help. Sabrina led us back through the milking chamber, where We’d be staying a while later, through the main chamber and into the north wing of the coven going to the right from the main gate. “Oh, hey Sabrina. Do you have brainwashed milk slaves here as well as your oversized witches?” I asked after we passed several rooms. The reason I spoke separately just now was because the reason for my question disturbed Daring and Svartr a bit.

“Brainwashed? No. Milk slaves? Yes. They volunteer though, but again it’s not something I enjoy being a necessity.” Sabrina grumbled. Clearly she didn’t care for how her mother ran things. “This is the Cum Witch’s wing. As you can imagine for the sake of rapid reproduction, we have dozens of expecting mothers at any given time. Right now the Cum Witches are actually on ‘paternity leave’ while their selected mates are in their last month of gestation. The reason you saw Troia fucking Milliana out there is because they’re more exclusive to each other and Troia wants to make the situation as wonderful for Milliana as possible.”

“Don’t you guys have 2-month pregnancies like foxes and dogs though?” Urta questioned. She wasn’t at all upset about getting pinned under our giant balls, but she was a little annoyed that We marked her so thoroughly with our musk without warning her first.

“Yes. Now imagine those mothers being pregnant 6 months out of the year, with a rotation of other mothers taking their places. We’ve been at this for decades and we’re still flagging in population due to resource constraints. Hopefully with Wiatr and Equestria’s help, that will change.” Sabrina replied tiredly. Maybe she’d already been one of those mothers.

“We’ll see what We can do.” We said as We looked around, taking sniffs of Urta that made her tail swish and fluff up again before we entered a fairly large room with a quite busty dusky reddish-furred cat reading a book.

“Oh, hello Sabrina! I didn’t know it was your turn. I’m sorry, but none of your usual partners are available right now.” The dusky red-furred cat woman stated as she looked up from her book.

“That’s fine Sifty. I’m actually here for my dear friend Wiatr to help us. See, she’s a Champion of Aventurine and-.” Sabrina was interrupted by the witch slamming her thick book shut.

“Yes! All of the yes! Where does she want it?!” The woman suddenly bolted to her paws, sending her luscious single-pair of H-cup breasts wobbling in her robe and her huge 15-inch barbed rock-hard kitty-cock parting her robe to slap into the underside of the desk and make us all wince. “Ow~...” Sifty whined in pain, but with a wave of her hand and a muttered spell she sighed in relief and backed away from the desk.

“Um, I’m willing to fuck and be fucked, but I’m also here give milk. I don’t exactly run out of milk either.” I explained since Svartr and Daring had some lingering hesitation.

“To the milking chamber!” Sifty declared with her excitement restored. She rounded the desk, grabbed my hand and we began nearly sprinting back the way We’d just come from with Sabrina and Urta. “This is so exciting! I’ve never fucked a Demigoddess before!”

“Woah, hey!” We yelped as she pulled us along, back to the massive milking chamber. “Put us in the biggest possible space for milking and breeding. If you go get as many Cum Witches as possible for genetic diversity, We can make even more kittens than if you alone fucked us.”

“I’ve heard you Demigoddesses are quite something, but I’m even more interested! You there! Go round up as many Cum Witches as you can to the Broodmother Platform!” We could hear the Capital Letters as Sifty called to a random sand witch, who scratched her head and shrugged, moving onward to likely do what she was told. “This is going to be so much fun! Most of my partners tend to be in it more for the fact that they have to, not because they want to.”

“Hopefully our contributions today will help change that.” We declared as We descended a stairwell to the largest platform in the milking chamber that hung off the side of the cavern. Once there We looked around, wondering where the milking equipment was only to remember the sight from earlier. They don’t need machines to pump milk. “Alright, let’s...Urta, Sabrina?”

We just noticed the vixen and the princess had kept up with us. “What? Need something?” Urta questioned as she took out her junk from under her armored skirt and began jacking off with a saucy smirk while Sabrina looked all fluffy, more than usual.

“N-no. It’s just that, We’re going to be spending the rest of today being turned into a baby balloon. We won’t exactly have the ability to entertain all of you when our limbs go.” That was one ability Daring provided that was invaluable here. If We were going to get as much done in one sitting as possible, We had no room for unnecessary things like arms, legs, or tails taking up valuable womb space.

“Before you begin! I just want to thank you so much. For doing this and for sparing me a harsh punishment earlier.” Sabrina moved up to us and kissed us passionately, her rumbling purr vibrating into us before she pulled away. “However, that trick you did to copy Urta, could you do it with me? So you’ll have extra breasts for the milking and no male genitals getting in the way?”

“That’s a great idea! It would also make sure the kittens don’t have fox traits, but there’ll be herms and boys either way.” We informed them, which made both Sabrina and Sifty beam excitedly at the idea of male cats.

“Thank Aventurine! After the demons took all our males, we were lucky we managed to alchemically convert Corrupt transformatives to make non-Corrupt herms like me, or we would’ve been doomed.” Sifty commented as Sabrina quickly stripped from her robes and We blushed at realizing that after intimidating Sandy earlier, We were naked the whole time on the second and third trip through the coven.

“Now then, We were drunk when We did this before, but try to put us on like a suit.” We laid down and made sure our body was as elastic yet durable as We could manage before We opened our mouth wide. Sabrina gingerly laid down and put her paws into our mouth to discover We easily stretched around her.

Sabrina shimmied her legs into our throat and then we began swallowing audibly. Sabrina yelped when we pulled her into us quickly. She was soon in us up to her groin and feeling naughty, We tongued and ate the pussy’s pussy until she yowled in orgasm. After she stopped spasming, We began to swallow the blonde busty witch once more.

We quickly engulfed her torso, but had to stop and have her help shove her breasts into our cheeks before she pushed her arms in. We swallowed until We’d entirely engulfed her and she had her body filling us out awkwardly. Then we shrunk onto her and conformed to her every contour.

Our male genitals vanished since they had nothing to cling onto, our breasts were now E-cups with matching partners underneath them and all traces of Urta vanished from our visage until we were a black copy of Sabrina. “Wow! It’s like I’m still naked!” Sabrina exclaimed with excited surprise. “I almost want to be in you when you get started, but I don’t think I have your abilities even while I’m inside of you.”

“We’re not willing to test that. We’ll get off of you the same way you got in us.” We then peeled off of Sabrina who helped shimmy herself out of us. Soon We were standing next to her, hefting our copies of her quad-tits in bemusement as our long cat tail swished about. “This is weird...We don’t think We like having multiple breasts. They feel crowded.” The lower pair also covers the top of our stomach area, which reduced the profile underboob has.

“Preaching to the choir.” Sabrina huffed as she rubbed her lower breasts in irritation.

“Are you ready yet?” We turned to find that at some point Urta had orgasmed her steaming hot glowing turquoise load onto the floor of the huge platform that had several Cum Witches who had arrived examining the rather large puddle in awe, some even slathering it onto themselves without being harmed by the supernaturally hot substance and working themselves up. Needless to say; they were all rock-hard and excited. “That was a really hot show you just put on, but I have to go and report back to the council. I’ll see you four later.” Urta winked at us and turned to leave with a shimmy of her booty and a flick of her fox tail. “Good luck ladies~.”

“Oh uh-yip!” We yelped when Sifty came forward, spun us around and gently pushed us down onto all-fours with our breasts aimed at the edge. We quickly changed our milk to something less alcoholic since Willow’s usual properties along with the automatically added cocktail from Svartr and Daring would be potent enough. “R-ready-ahn~!” We were interrupted from further conversation by the massive barbed spike of a cock ramming into our new kitty-quim.

“Holy fuck~! She’s so tight! It’s like I’m fucking three cunts at once!” Sifty crowed in pleasure as her heavy apple-sized balls slapped into our thighs.

“Crap! Barbs!” Daring and Svartr yelped as I moaned and milked her as intently as I could with our unfamiliar feline vagina that gleefully took to those little spines of pain-pleasure. While this was going to be pleasurable, We had a job to do. The sooner Sifty cums, the sooner the next witch can get started, the sooner We can turn into an immobile baby ball.

Nearly forgetting to, We began pumping our breasts with milk when hands of sand grabbed onto our nipples. The sand-hands stroked and tugged, squirting our milk into the collection trough that poured over the edge to add to the gigantic reservoir below. It wasn’t long before Sifty gushed into us and our belly quickly bulged, but not much off the cum alone. After We spasmed from her grinding into us and she pulled out to let the next witch get started as our belly still bloated, firming up with her kittens.

“Holy Serpent of Fertility! She’s already showing!” Cheered one of the witches when our belly reached term with twins and began to push us up from our hands. Meanwhile, our breasts were already the size of beach balls and dumping milk like four garden hoses on full blast. “She’s producing more milk than our most dedicated broodmothers can manage in a day already!”

“Praise Wiatr! Praise the Demigoddess of Fertility!” Sabrina declared and the retinue of witches joined in the chant as the princess came to our side to start slathering our growing belly and breasts with sweet-smelling oil which made our shiny black surface even shinier.

“Crap, they’re Worshiping us!” Daring panted after she started milking the Cum Witch in our snatch. Svartr also joined now that they were getting into it and the barbs were more pleasure than pain. “Th-they’re going to start turning us into a real Demigoddess!”

“I already was~!” I squealed in pleasure when We came from the second witch filling us and our belly was already nearing term with quints. “I would love to bring you two along with me!” I declared as our partner disengaged and a third took her place.

“I was already Godkin~! Oh fuck~!” Svartr declared when We chained into the next orgasm.

We lost track of time after that. Each new partner was much the same as before, but the pleasure never stopped. Our breasts became so huge they had to tug us away from the edge as our body rounded out and absorbed our limbs to fill entirely with kittens and amniotic fluid. We groaned, moaned, cried and screamed. We went from climax to climax, each new orgasm a blinding sensation that rendered us a wobbling ball of insensate sex. At some point someone climbed atop us and was fucking our throat. We sucked them off without hesitation.

“Stop! Stop! She is getting too big!” Came a desperate scream along with a loud cracking noise. We blinked after the pleasure in our pussy stopped.

“Hm?” We dumbly mewled around the thick barbed dick in our throat that We idly sucked before dozens of voices began chanting in the witch’s reverse-speak magic. Soon, We were being levitated up by a cradle of sand and our oral companion pulled out of our mouth to jump off on a platform of flying sand. “W-what are you doing?!”

“She is still growing! There is...the basin! It is the only place!” After the loud woman's declaration, the witches began chanting again and We felt our body rolling back in the sand cradle so our head was fully upright.

“W-what’s going on?!” We wailed fearfully, barely able to move our head since the rest of us was pure womb or tits. Speaking of which, We couldn’t see anything below our massive horizon, our breasts completely blocked all forward vision and our black rubber-like skin was stretched so thin we could see both the milk swirling in our bosom as well as the unborn kittens being jostled in our ocean of amniotic fluid within the same golden lattice that had supported Daring’s foals before our fusion. “H-how gigantic are We?!”

“All Praise Wiatr! All Praise Wiatr! All Praise Wiatr!” Came a deafening chant that caused us to pant and feel strange. We managed to turn our eyes upwards enough to We were nearly touching the main bridge between the main chamber and the Sand Mother’s throne room. We squeaked when our engorged cunt was set down in ice-cold liquid. They’re putting us in the reservoir! “Praise Be to the Goddess Wiatr~!” At the declaration, We felt a surge of incredible power that was whiting out our eyes like light was shining from them.

“Oh~ Goddess~!” We squealed when our form rapidly stretched and swelled, our breasts gushed milk like burst fire hydrants, our cunny clenched around invisible cocks as it touched the stone floor of the reservoir and We continued rising. “Oh~!” We moaned wordlessly, soon nearly eye-level with the platform that We had been breeding upon. We panted with our eyes rolled back in ecstasy while We surged and grew until We were nearly twice as tall as the platform with our breasts still gushing, the milk level rising. We think We can feel the far wall pressing into our back!

“She is the epitome of fertility! All bear witness to the ascension of the Goddess Wiatr!” Declared a reverent voice before the whole chamber was deafened by rejoicing cheers. We couldn’t even moan at this point. Our body had subsumed everything save our breasts. We couldn’t even really see since our eyes were pinched shut atop the orb that was our womb.

Having no idea what to do now and exhausted, We drifted off to sleep while massive firm grainy hands began to roll us around in the milk…