Corruption of Souls

Ch.46

“Oh~...I think I have a migraine.” Shining groaned now that we were all finally out of Utra. We were all lounging on the couch, another couch that Cadence summoned, as well as a recliner for our husband. We all utterly reeked of afterbirth and sex, but were too tired from the erotic events prior to get cleaned up. At least we’d dried ourselves before sitting down on the furniture and were all draped in bathrobes. We’d even split back into our three bodies. “Going from drowning, to breathing fluid like air, then back to air? My lungs are burning and my head is pounding.”

His words got everyone, including us to groan in agreement. “I think I want to try that spell, but on demons...or some animals.” Svartr huffed in perverse satisfaction, making Daring and I send back curiosity through our connection. “Eating is eating.” “Yes~ we should grow to our full height too~. Take whole fortresses~.” Svartr’s mental lustful declaration made Daring and I blush, then feel a bit sick.

“Svartr!” Daring and I yelped at her, appalled at the idea of using such an intimate and beneficial spell to torment and then slowly kill a victim, or...unf, many victims. No! No. It was similar to what happened when Daring accidentally unbirthed me, so what we all just participated in was especially intimate to us. You’re outvoted Svartr, We’re not doing that.

“Yes, no twisting mom’s magic.” Sabrina huffed from her place on the other couch from us. “The cockvore is a bad enough side-effect of a hermaphrodite surrogacy transplant spell. I don’t want to hear you used it to make an actual cockvore spell to digest things into cum.” Sabrina continued. “...Well, unless mom uses this to actually make such a spell to execute captured demons and put their death to good use. The cum witches would get a kick out of it.”

“I think she would. I know Gwynevere used to take prisoners slated for death and stuffed them up her snatch to rebirth them into newborns. It was part of her aspect of Fertility.” Svartr chuckled. “I think I know where her resting place is as well. Mm~ I want to eat her soul.”

“Just absorbing Dragon Queen Ember’s soul nearly turned me into a breed-hungry dragon broodmother. I don’t want to know what absorbing an actual lost ancient deity with our primary aspect in common would do to us.” I shuddered at the thought of becoming a giantess like Gwynevere, lounging about, birthing babies endlessly while having others drool over our gigantic tits put on display. Oh~ US I want that~!

“Y-you know my name?”

“I want that too~!” Svartr begged us. “Also you absorbed who?”

“You were there, big dragon skull in the cave cairn, remember? I did read a little on that while I was on maternity leave. Some Queen named Ember like our friend with benefits Ember. Considering she was in a cairn of Everlasting Dragons she was likely a ruler from before the Era of Fire.” At least I assume so. The Royal Archives may be the largest history resource in this world and Daring is a history buff, but there’s mostly speculation on anything before the 1st Era.

“Yes! That’s me! Hello! Can you hear me?!”

“We’re not going to Anor Londo to defile a long-dead First-Era Goddess’ tomb and that’s final.” Daring declared. “I’ve given up my tomb raiding days for good reasons.”

“No...you still can’t hear me…”

“Not Anor Londo, Lothric. She’s not in a tomb, she went to the Untended Graves where I vaguely remember guarding her until she died.” Svartr told us as the image of the Untended Graves and the skeleton that was hunched over Andre’s old anvil that zapped Willow and made her so horny and-.

“Wait! I absorbed it already! That’s why I’m so-why we’re so-ugh!” I pulled on my fennec ears in distress. All of this bullshit is because I accidentally consumed the last traces of a long-dead Fertility goddess?! I wondered why I was even hornier and kinkier ever since finding Svartr!

“We ate her already?” Svartr whined in disappointment, then perked up. “We ate her already! Yes!” Svartr cheered and she quickly flooded Daring and I with perverse fantasies of us lounging outside of cities, being carnally worshiped before our mountain-sized bosoms and old or sickly seeking rebirth braving our cavernous cunt to-unf~! Stawhp~!

“I used to do that to pygmies before they started killing us.”

“That’s not the point! All of this. All of this!” I gestured wildly around us and over at the gray and white baby ball named Urta snoozing away in her pool, dildo up her cunt and her hungry dick squished against the side of the pool to prevent any accidents. She was also being milked endlessly on low. “Is because I unintentionally absorbed Gwynevere’s last soul traces! It also explained how having Svartr go into my cunt and getting somewhat ‘reborn’ felt so familiar!”

“Hehehehehe! Now we just have to find Velka!” Images of the scantily clad crow-woman flitted into our minds, but unlike Svartr who lusted after the eerily beautiful and strict woman, Daring and I only felt disgust and hatred.

“Hell no! That crazy bitch is well over half the reason all of this tragedy even happened! I hope wherever her soul is she’s in eternal suffering!” I declared vehemently, getting nods of agreement from the rest of the room. I guess even this far into the future nobody was willing to forget what Velka has done in the name of ‘justice’ and punishment.

“But Velka had been good in the old days,” Svartr whined sadly and memories of how Velka’s laws and justice brought order to the chaos of the beginning.

“Svartr, we share thoughts.” Daring focused, her well-learned education on history and myth flooding forth for us and Svartr groaned.

“What? She’s to blame? She’s the one who...fuck her...not in the good way.” Svartr sulked, her memories now painted in doubt and understanding.

“While all this is great to learn, Cocoa is tired from sexing Wife Urta.” Cocoa got up and grabbed Honey on the way towards the bedrooms. “Time for sleep love.” Aw~ those two are so cute~!

“Do you have any pigment?” We all heard and jumped at a girl’s voice that sounded a bit echoey from the door. In our home was a dragon, but she didn’t look like modern dragons. She was feral like the skeleton we found Ember’s soul on or Midir. Her eyes were also yellow and shone faintly with power, like some gods from the old days did. “Do you have any pigment?” She asked again, her unnatural and echoing voice giving us shivers.

“I’m afraid not, but the shop down the way: Handmaiden’s, has everything you could ever need.” Where did this small feral dragon come from? Why is she in my home? Why is she asking for pigment?

“Nu-uh. Her pigments are made from plants. I need pigments of Blood.” She insisted eerily. “The nice old lady in red rags told me you could help me.”

“...Wait. Are you from a world within a painting?” I groaned and rubbed my temples, Daring and Svartr following as I broadcasted why I’m upset now.

“Uh-huh. It’s begun to rot, or I think it is. There aren’t worms or flies, but we’ve got way too many snakes and other monstrosities lately. It's not safe for the Forlorn anymore. They need a new painting.” She explained, her voice still sounding like she came from a nightmare.

“Before you continue, are you from Ariamis, Ariandel, Aria or Ash? Or something along those lines?” I probed, the others all watching our back and forth in concern.

“Aria made the Painting, but she named it Ash. She used the Dark Soul faithfully gathered by Gael and delivered by Coldra.” She told us while tilting her head, a single tear dripping from her left eye. Whoa, I know Gael’s fate is saddening, but to think they remember his sacrifice. Good feels for a brief moment there.

“Oh, fuck me running she’s from Yharnam. How the hell did she get out of the Painted World of Ash? Luna’s had that thing in her personal vault for thousands of years since it has the largest concentration of her soul besides her.” Daring whined and shrunk into the couch like we all wanted to.

“A big thing saw me starting to paint and threw me out. Or I think it did. It hurt me and dropped me in a dark pit. I couldn’t get out of the Dark for a while. Eventually a big handsome dragon helped me out. He left after helping me escape, but your scent was on him and I followed it here.” She sniffed in our direction and We all blushed at realizing the dragon that helped her must be Midir and that he still has our scent on him somehow filled us with irrational pride.

“My king. My sexy, kind, stupid king…”

“Ugh, please leave, it’s late. Or if not then go sleep in the corner. We’re not dealing with this.” Svartr, Daring and I stated in unison before We fused back into a black fox and hoisted Shiny and Cadence to their hooves. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out if you leave.” We huffed as We led Cadence and Shining towards the bedroom.

“But I need help!” She whined as she shrunk back, her distorted voice grating on the ears but still broadcasting her distress.

“She’s just a child. Don’t be so cruel.”

“Whatever plans this force has in motion aren’t about to be realized in another night if it hasn’t been done already. We are tired. Good night.” We summoned a large mattress with a bunch of plain pillows and threw them at the corner We indicated before tossing a large quilt on it. We nodded firmly at the saddened dragon and dragged our husband and wife into our room with Chrysalis meekly following us in.

“Wait! I want to adopt the little dragon! Oh, right you...still can’t hear me...”

“That was mean of you.” Cadence chided us, looking at the door with concern.

“Cady, she was nice enough to let an intruder stay the night. That’s plenty nice in my opinion.” Shining rebutted with a supportive nod to us.

“If it were me from before, I’d have had her flogged and in chains before she could even defend herself. So Wiatr’s behavior was practically saintly.” Chrysalis meekly informed us, fiddling with the tie of her robe. “So...um. Are we just going to sleep? It was really tiring inside Urta.”

“Sleep or sex is up to you three. We’re going to lay down on the bed and not move.” We groaned and got on the bed, flopping into the middle of it. Soon Cadence and Chrysalis snuggled against us and Shining laid atop us, using our bosom for a pillow. The fact Shiny was snoring within a few minutes gave us our answer and We drifted off to dreamland…

(<3)

We found ourselves waking from Luna’s bosom, wearing nothing but a naughty see-thru nightie, matching Luna’s own saucy sleepwear. “...Good evening Luna.” We happily greeted, our fluffy tails undulating in comfort.

“Good evening Wiatr.” Luna leaned down and kissed us gently. “It is good to see you again, even if not directly.” Luna said before pulling back to reveal we were in a facsimile of her bedroom. “We sensed something Dark near you, are you alright?” Luna questioned as she ran her fingers along our gilded metal collar, which the Princesses had insisted We part with, but We’d refused. The Collar was practically part of Willow at this point, she loved the thing.

“A Painter Girl from the Painted World of Ash.” We told her, causing Luna to blink, pausing in her work on her sheer top’s straps which were clearly uncomfortable, considering the tug our own had. Why must she insist on enforcing such inconveniences in the dream realm? Ah yes, when not immersed in a dream, encounters like this are best kept as real as possible or something.

“Oh, that changes my plans for the evening.” Luna sighed and helped to our paws before the room changed into a vault filled with relics. The focus was the massive wall-spanning painting that looked as if it was rendered in Blood so Dark it was twisting in on itself. The image was of a towering gothic castletown, so utterly wrong it looked like something out of an H.P. Lovecraft novel. “This is The Painted World of Ash. The realm within has always been disturbed, tainted by a lust for Blood and violence. The Lost and Forlorn always find themselves there, regardless of my attempts to stop it.”

“We are familiar with this. You remember our memories of Bloodborne? This seems to be exactly what We mentioned. Now a new Painter has appeared, pestering us for Pigment.” We huffed and crossed our arms under our bust.

“I do remember my first meeting with Willow. So this is the world of Bloodborne?” Luna asked with a growl. “The girl is looking for pigments...is she under the assumption that the painting is rotting?” Luna approached the dream painting and ran her hand on its surface lovingly, caringly, almost sad yet proud. Well, it is a literal physical manifestation of her very soul...

“Yes, but Bloodborne is constantly rotting, reveling in it’s decay and then rising back up to repeat the cycle.” We replied, trying not to look too closely at the painting. Sometimes We imagined moving figures, roads where there were none, things where there weren’t. How Luna could look upon it and seem so serene was both worrying and impressive.

“It isn’t. This painting is made from the Dark Soul, My Soul. It is in this cycle because of the paint, but for a Painter Girl to decide to paint, then something from the older works gave birth to her, just like the other two painters after Ariamis. A piece of Ariamis’ soul always wakes in one of potential when the time for a new painting arises. Aria’s Painting will never rot, but it does not mean a new one can’t be made to have the Lost and Forlorn flee from this painting. What could have stirred Ariamis if Aria’s work is not rotting?” Luna questioned curiously as she pressed against the painting, her bosom mashing into the impossible image. Um...Lulu? You okay?

“We don’t know and don’t really care to be frank. This world is what matters, this little realm isn’t our problem.” We huffed as We tried to ignore how...obsessed Luna seemed with the image. Then again, like We must keep telling ourselves, it is literally her Soul. Likely the painting is a constant issue for her. “If that dragon wants to make a new realm for the hopeless, let her.”

“I did not take you for the callous sort, Wiatr.” Luna commented sadly, clearly not having anticipated this of us. Which made sense really. Luna only ever spent time with us for naughty things, We never actually spent meaningful bonding time together. Also, this is concerning the people living within her soul so maybe they’re kind-of sort-of her children in a way?

“Is the moon in the painting turning red?”

“Hm, maybe it is.” Luna said absentmindedly looking to our left. “Shoo errant one.”

“Wait, you can hear me?!”

“Of course I can?” Luna blinked as she looked at us, who is she talking to?

“Well, We are just being practical. This realm of Aria’s is an aberration of the Cycle. It is it’s own unique Hell in a way, where the mad and violent thrive in realms within realms of dreams within concepts. We want nothing to do with it.” We declared, turning to our lover, though not mate or wife. “We have enough problems dealing with this world.”

“...Rather mature of you to say.” Luna insecurely rubbed an arm, looking at the painting and seeming sad. “But I cannot ignore this. Their lives, their very existence is owed to me, my Dark Soul. If I disappear...you’ll know why.” Lulu? Oh no, right, the painting essentially is her and We just-!

“Because bitches love cannons!” Shouted a cheerful baritone, causing us both to yelp and Luna to squeak when the thestral Vampire Alucard appeared as if from shadow and dipped Luna into a deep, nearly floor-scraping dip. “And you’re one fine bitch.”

“A-Alucard?! W-when did you-mmph? Mm~.” Luna dove into the searing kiss the thestral was giving her and she gestured at us with a shooing motion. Soon We blearily awoke under our pile of wives and husband for a brief moment, moaned in displeasure at our sleep being interrupted, then went back to the blissful blackness of rest.

(<3)

We stumbled out of our room in the morning, groggily staggering into the kitchen. Once there We idly slapped Spike’s sexy camo-pants clad ass as We got a plate of food, to which he chuckled and gently nudged us towards the table where We sat with our bacon and eggs to a full table. We paused taking a bite of bacon however when We saw the feral dragon at the table munching on some sausage.

“...Right. She’s here.” We sighed. “Okay. What pigment does your instincts tell you to find Ari?” We might as well help since she came to us. That and helping Luna by proxy would be a good way to start apologizing for basically saying her problems weren’t our own. We may not even be Mates, but damn it, Luna deserves better treatment than what We gave her last night.

“It’s Arian. As for what pigment; I need two. The pigment of Magic and the pigment Fire.” Arian informed us. The moment she gave her name, memories of Arian from CoC flooded forth from Willow. Hoo boy, hopefully she isn’t about to become our waifu. She’s a bit young for our tastes.

“Oh, well either us or Twilight are Magic, but We doubt Twilight would be willing to donate so much blood. Fire might be Celestia, but her soul is Light. Fire didn’t have it’s own separate soul from what We know.” We hummed in consideration, none of our accumulated knowledge had other leads.

“Oh, well I feel I must need Fire and Magic for my painting.” Arian sighed, looked down at her more primitive claws since she wasn’t anthro. “Why am I the Painter anyway? I don’t even have hands.” Arian bemoaned, scarfing down her sausages before laying her head on the table with another sigh. “I want hands~...”

“Adopt her now! The cuteness is too much! I must call her daughter~!”

We suddenly had an odd urge to adopt this creepy girl.

“We wouldn’t know. What do you know of the earlier paintings?” We asked her, hoping she could help us both work towards a solution.

“Well I think Ariamis was a full dragon like I am, but...I don’t know how he painted. The other two were half dragons and got to have hands! I also have to go back into the painting to paint. It’s scary. The mad hunters, the beasts, the...old ones. At least the Good Hunter is kind and means well, even if he is an Old One himself.” Arian sniffled and pouted as she nibbled on a biscuit without taking her head back up off the table, draping her long neck on it. Oi, head off the table!

“I must have her~!”

“I think this conversation is above our station hun.” Shining commented to Cadence, who looked utterly confused. “Besides, we need to head back. We have an Empire to run.” Shining admitted, standing up with my two northern wives following him, their plates clean and levitating over to Spike, who wordlessly dumped them onto the floor, to let the enchantment clean them before he put them away. “Why don’t I see a ring on that hand buddy?”

“Uh...well...although I’m close with Wiatr and everyone here, I just...I feel like I’d be intruding, y’know? I’m only part of this awesome thing because of a curse and then me being too damn attracted to Willow for my own good.” Spike admitted and our ears wilted at him feeling that way.

“Spike. I get you, but you’d work with us just fine. Take your time, but don’t drift away.” Cadence hugged the towering domestic god and he blushed before patting her wings, since he was still twice her height and had to hunch to even reach that far down. Then there was the fact I could tell she was grabbing his ass and nuzzling his eye-level crotch. “Just take it at your own pace.”

“Thanks Cady.” Spike smiled and after they parted, Cadence, Chrysalis and Shiny approached me.

“Kisses before you go?” We fluttered our eyes and they chuckled, coming to us and Shiny leaned down for a warm gentle kiss. Cadence and Chrysalis followed his example and then they used the portal next to the entertainment center to go home.

“Hey! They forgot to kiss us!” Chorused Urta, Cocoa, Sabrina, and Honey. The mute changeling queen using angry bold words in her magic writing.

“They’ll get used to it ladies, don’t get too upset, but be sure to hold it over their heads for a while.” We tittered and then looked at Arian again. “So you’re somehow an Everlasting Dragon. We met an original Everlasting Dragon named Midir who was the one who helped you out of the Dark. He could turn anthro at will, so maybe you can too.”

“What?! That’s not fair~! I don’t know how to do that.” Aria huffed and whined as she pouted and looked at her claws as if they betrayed her.

“You’re still young, baby! You’ll figure it out soon enough, don’t be in a hurry to grow up!”

“Well...We could see about figuring out how to teach you to transform, but we have no clue how to teach that.” We felt compelled to teach her now. What is wrong with us? Why are We even entertaining the idea of Mothering this annoying house-crasher?

“I know how! Adopt the girl! I want her even if she is a teenager already!”

By Aventurine! What is up with our maternal instincts?!

“Hey girly! Is Daring in there?” A male voice said from behind us, causing us to jump and turn to see Patches had snuck up behind us. He was covered in a dozen wounds but walking fine. The mangy rat seemed cheery in spite of his condition.

“Patches, what happened?!” Daring asked in shock as We split apart, Svartr and I awkwardly shared the same seat as Daring ran over to her friend.

“Seems the bitch in the Throne of Want is stronger than I thought. She’s strong enough she might bother Luna with how much Dark is in her. Still nothing on me, but she managed to break my flask, you got a spare?” Patches asked as if him fighting something potentially god-tier wasn’t anything big. Then again, he’s been around since the First Era...

“Afraid not. You can borrow it for a sip, but take your old flask’s remains to Andre and the Fire Keeper, they should be able to help with that.” Daring pulled our estus flask from her cleavage. We’ve yet to even use it. Then again, none of us have been grievously injured since Willow got it. Are We Cheesing even more than We Thought We were?

“Yes, my scales give us an Armor Class of 40. I think. What is DnD anyway? Sounds fun.”

“Ha, ha! Cheers!” Patches cheered, raising the flask up before taking a drink, looking slightly better. “Demons got to her. They didn’t Corrupt her, but she went on a rampage. I think she still is, but she’s deep in the wilderness of the north and is actually drawing Hell Demons away from the Iron Keep with her tantrum.”

“Should we be worried about her being out?” I asked as Svartr got up to go bother Spike for more food since one meal split three ways wasn’t much of a meal. We may not need food, but we still appreciate it.

“She has a soul near-comparable to Luna. You tell me. She’s a coward, but she can take armies. In all honesty I’d be much happier if Luna went up there and ate the bitch at last.” Patches huffed and drank more estus, his wounds continuing to heal.

“Oh don’t be so worried about it. Let them duke it out, they’re just weakening each other.” Svartr huffed on her way back to the table with three plates of breakfast fare while Spike was now rubbing his rear, which she’d slapped much harder and groped too. “If anything, from what I know thanks to both Willow and Daring, that dumb fragment of Luna’s soul is just clinging to a dead dream. Leave her be. If she does get captured by Hellspawn then whatever. One less problem for us.”

“We’ve also found the Chosen Undead: Alberta. She’s languishing at my mother’s place, practically having Mated with Niamh because of her booze boobs and they also click oddly well together.” Sabrina announced before drinking a glass of milk which we all knew was fresh from Urta. The kitchen had a milk dispenser hooked up to the MILK tank outside. “Ah~. So if we need a legendary warrior’s aid in fighting off a legendary monster then we know where to find her.”

“I don’t know about all of this adventuring stuff everyone, but we all have places to be. Starting today Wiatr is no longer on active breeding duty.” Spike nodded towards us three. “Cocoa needs to tend to the nursery and the maids helping her. Honey is still helping establish the infrastructure of Under. Sabrina needs to continue working out our new deals with her coven’s impressive breeding capabilities with Wiatr unavailable for now. Urta...well, she get’s to stay here, get fat and make enough milk to drown the former desert of Saddle Arabia.”

“The fact my tits are reviving dead land makes this even more worth it!” Urta called over to us, bouncing on her stationary vibrating dildo in her breeding pool. Tt was all the motion her orb of a body could manage besides her gigantic breasts pulsing with each tug of the pumps on her nipples. She even had a hose attached over the flare of her hyper horsecock which thankfully stopped eating people. She had also shrunk back down to a 10-foot baby ball when we had all gotten out of her. It seems the magic Sandy developed tries to keep a lot of room for the womb.

“I’m impressed that they moved on to converting other dead or near-dead lands once the majority of the retainable land in Saddle Arabia was secured.” I commented when I stood up, kissing my wives as they made to leave, giving appreciative gropes and caresses as they left.

“As for me, I’m mostly done with studding myself out, at least for a good long while. I’ve bred...I’ve lost count of how many dragonesses I’ve seeded.” Spike sighed and rubbed his groin. “I’m going to take a break too. So much breeding has just exhausted me.” Spike admitted and We nodded in understanding.

“I’m impressed you managed to keep it going for this long.”

“Um...sex and breeding isn’t all that taboo in Aria, but why is it so casual out here?” Arian questioned now that it seemed there was an opening for her to get back on her own topics.

“Ah, right. From a brutal realm of Blood, Beasts and Madness rather than Corruption, Demons, and Lust. Well, this realm has been besieged by Demons of various kinds for the longest time. Ask Twilight when we leave you with her.” I scarfed down the technically second, but honestly first, plate of breakfast and sighed when I stood up and looked around. “Uh, where’s Patches?”

“No, keep her with us! Keep the adorable adolescent with us!”

We all looked around and Daring noticed the flask nestled in her cleavage, but not all the way in. “Sneaky bastard.” Daring muttered and shoved the flask in with a sigh as she approached us while Svartr leaned into me. Then We simply melded and were one once more.

“I’m gonna head home now. Ember’s work as Dragonlord doesn’t end just because she’s moved here. I swear, without Smolder and I she’s a rampaging ball of fire that would rather burn scrolls than write them.” Spike chuckled and We perked up at hearing Ember had moved to Unity instead of sticking to the Dragonlands. We perked up more when he knelt down and kissed us.

“Mm~, don’t be a stranger Spike. Please find time to drag Ember and Smolder along with us on a date. The occasional tryst or meal together just isn’t enough.” We cooed and Spike bashfully rubbed the back of his neck before he stood back up. Damn, we may not want him to go, but it’s always a treat to watch him leave~. Now then. “Do you need anything before We go love?” We asked when We turned to address Urta in her breeding pool.

“Naw, I’m good. I’ve got a hose to suck on leading to the MILK tank for food. I’ve got a vibrator in my cunt. A good, attentive mechanical cocksucker on my dick. Then to top it all off, an endless near-boobgasm from this pump and the spell keeping inflammation down. I’m maybe the most well-off person in the world.” Urta chuckled before stretching her head up, biting onto the mouthpiece of the hose dangling over her and we watched her suck and swallow from it. She apparently needs no food like us, but the nutrition takes strain off of her body.

“Okay then, have a good day. Come on Arian, We’re going to take you to Twilight. She’s the egghead Princess after all.” We declared to our unwanted guest/quest lead. Even if We want nothing to do with Yharnam and it’s cursed world, if it involves Luna and the Dark then the least We could do is get her to Twilight, maybe help figure out where to get her ‘Pigments’ and quest for them so Yharnam doesn’t have a constant stream of forlorn victims. Also help Arian become anthro so she has boobs...and hands, that’s also important, to grab things...squishy things.

“She’s still growing up! She’ll figure it out! And no sexing her! She’s too young for breeding!”