Corruption of Souls

Ch.51

Over the next two weeks the Scinoxes and Night Sentinels examined and studied Urta, who was a shameless tease to the scientists that couldn’t really object since her literal genitalia was the subject of study. Or rather, the diluted liquid Argent Semen her gonads and prostate produced instead of plain-old sperm. The Scinoxes were in a tizzy trying to figure out how she did it as well as the why while the less biologically inclined researchers used her milked cum in weapons testing.

“Death by cumshot? Really?” Scoffed a Sentinel who loaded a fuel cell filled with Urta’s somehow Sanctified Hellish cum into a Hellshot rifle and aimed it downrange. “If this works I’ll-.” He fired a shot perfectly down the testing range We’d let them set up in our home. “...This world is fucking dumb.”

“You’re dumb!” Urta gave a maniacal cackle at the fact her literal semen was being weaponized.

“I still can’t believe you can literally kill people with cum.” Huffed a Scinox who was looking at data of scans of Urta’s reproductive organs.

“Hey, if you think this is weird, Svartr has cunt-seeking-cum!” Urta declared playfully, causing us to fluff up in embarrassment. Who told her that?! We certainly didn’t!

“You have what?! That sounds so hot!”

“I think I’m good not firing magic impregnating semen at people.” The Sentinel deadpanned before removing the cell he used. “Still though, Urta here produces tons of this stuff daily, she could easily replace the local force’s munitions stores for our energy weaponry.”

“Sweet! So I’m not just sitting here, getting so big and fat!” Urta aimed at us playfully, to which We fluffed up for a different reason. Damn it Urta! Stop kink-shaming us! Why did We admit to her that the idea of a pregnant woman getting thiccer naturally turned us on?

“Ugh! Oh, c’mon! My gun!” The Sentinel growled out when some of Urta’s semen leaked out of it. “Shit…well I guess you can have this gun, Lady Urta. We’ll have to change the intake so the guns don’t get all gummed up with how much thicker your, uh, product is.”

“Good news everyone!” Called Rathazul, the master alchemist rat, or rather, Skaven, that once led that village Urta saved in Rodenas which is now once-more Carim. “I have developed a new concoction from Urta’s male ejaculate! I’ll call it: Goo Go~!” Rathazul dramatically declared as he held up a glowing blue vial. “It’ll cause a massive detonation upon being electrified! Easily several magnitudes more potent than TNT or modern shaped charges.”

“That’s a dumb name Rath, just call it Sap-Zap. You get the sticky gooey part and the electric part in the same two syllables but it’s actually relevant.” The Sentinel stated.

“I’ll name it what I want! Hm...Sap-Zap sounds good!” Rathazul declared in senility and the Sentinel huffed in annoyance.

“How goes the research?” We were brought out of the conversation by Celestia approaching.

“It goes well, how goes the search for local researchers for the Helix Stone?” We asked Tia when We approached her and joined her in walking away from the controlled chaos that was Urta and the researchers around her.

“Krimzon gave arcanotech specialists from my university permission to research the stone, but we all agree they’ll need to be watched closely. Out of all the qualified ponies I have at my disposal, only a dozen or so were willing to even go near a relic of Hell. I also have personal misgivings about several of them.” Celestia admitted with a sigh.

“Well, it’s better we learn something from it. We have it, it’s not going anywhere. We’ll keep a close watch, count on it.” We promised Celestia, who smiled gratefully, then looked back towards Urta as she gasped and groaned in orgasm, pumping the milkers more at the behest of the researchers so they have even more of her magic cum to work with. “Yeah, she has that effect on people who aren’t prudes.”

“Ah, um. Could we…?” Celestia asked a bit sheepishly with a bite of her lip and We tittered before taking her hand and heading towards our room.

(<3)

The arcanotech scientists were constantly watched by the Night Sentinels while they worked, always being followed around. Six of them in particular were monitored even more than the rest. They tended to give dirty looks towards their watchers and We don’t think it’s about being watched 24/7. No, this was something more.

“So, you think Hell is getting to them?” We asked Celestia conversationally from our new ‘throne’. It was just an overly plush and fancy chair We apparently ‘needed’ in case anyone in Unity wanted to meet us officially for something the Mayor couldn’t manage.

It was at the end of a blue carpet running from the doors towards the back of the main chamber. Behind our new throne, curtains were put up so Urta and her own R&D could have privacy. Urta didn’t mind, but her attendants did. They didn’t like the idea just anybody could waltz in and see them getting fairly intimate with a quite intimate part of someone else.

We still think the Scinoxes must have all had hysterectomies or something, they have no libido at all. If We were them, there’s no way We could resist getting very intimate with male genitals when they’re so big, plump, juicy-brain come back~!

“I think so. While they have been doing their jobs, they’ve been making some rude remarks about the Night Sentinels and the Doom Marines.” Tia informed us while she paced in front of us. Since the throne had a sort of charm that made anyone looking on from afar not notice anything ‘unusual’, she felt at ease enough to show her feelings.

“If they start worshiping Hell, We’re eating them.” We growled, only to hear a voracious gurgle behind us. “Or we’ll feed them to you Urta. You need to eat more than milk and cum.” We leaned around the throne, looking back at our engorged baby ball of a wife through the slim opening in the curtain.

Urta was easily a few feet bigger than two weeks ago, but We didn’t anticipate that impregnating her with pony foals would cause the rest of the babies to match their gestation period, so she was gonna be there for nearly a year, getting fatter. Something she didn’t mind at all and loved teasing us about along with tormenting her non-Scinox attendants to the point of fluster.

“Sounds good babe.” Urta moaned sleepily, dozing off as the researchers had just finished coaxing her to orgasm with electro-stimulus. Because of course the Scinoxes are too good to just get in there and-ahem. Different society of people Wiatr. Don’t disparage them.

“That’s if the Night Sentinels doesn’t get to them first.” Celestia said with a knowing smirk. Having become accustomed to them the past month. “The rest of the other scientists and mages are in the clear, though I think they’re starting to see the Doom Marines as Gods instead.”

“We have no clue how they’ll react to that.” We mused, rubbing our chin with consideration. “Nor what that will do to them, if anything.”

“Either way, it seems we have an understanding on how these ‘Crucible’ weapons are created. It’s just that we might not have the resources to make one. Except for the Night Sentinels, but they won’t give us the materials.” Tia sighed while rubbing her forehead. “Not that I blame them, with how these six act and behave. Have I made the wrong decision?”

“Regardless of whether or not you did, We want to eat them or feed them to Urta.” We huffed. We hate Hell and all who worship it for obvious reasons.

“You can’t, not yet. As much as I would want to let you do it, we’ll lose a lot of information. They’re hiding something, I just know it.” Tia leered over at the shrine door where most of the research was contained within, several guards were posted outside it with more inside.

“Fine.” We huffed in frustration. “Sorry Urta, no extra protein today.”

“Aw…”

(<3)

After two months of research and still no word from Yharnam, there was thankfully a lot of progress on utilizing Urta’s semen in outstanding ways. It wasn’t just good for making man-portable high-explosives or fuel cells for energy weaponry for instance. With Rathazul’s aid, the Scinoxes even discovered that Urta’s biological Argent was an astounding base for salves and accelerating recovery speeds.

Of course, though since it was still semen at base, the prudes were hesitant to use it for these reasons. Seriously, why the fuck do they-argh, no disparaging people with different sensibilities Wiatr.

However, during those two months the six acerbic arcanotech specialists were becoming bolder in their opinions about the Doom Marines and the Night Sentinels, becoming judgemental and looking down upon them. They were being outright jackasses to everyone, but Celestia insisted We stay our hand and not feed them to our ever-growing currently-literal trophy wife.

The only thing that finally made us all snap was when they brought up the children We had with Berserker and Hunter, saying that they should be handed over to them for scientific purposes, not even bothering to disguise it as being for medical reasons. So We tried to arrest them for threatening the Royal Family only for them to teleport out and escape our clutches. Our pups were all safe, thankfully, but the research materials and information they’ve made outside of the other researchers was gone. A nasty blow considering they were some of the brightest.

“We’re going to slowly torture them and feed them alive to Urta hooves first.” We snarled as we paced around in the lab built into the shrine that was still in our home. It was just a few doors down from our family’s living quarters, yet it might as well have been a world away with dimensional magic shenanigans making barriers like walls seem continents apart.

“We don’t even know where they headed off to. We can’t track them down.” Krimzon told us with a snort. “Cowards. All six of them.”

“We’re still feeding them to Urta if we catch them.” We snarled furiously at the net loss this represented. Not only do they threaten us and our family, but they also made off with all the research they hadn’t released yet. Clearly their demand for our children was merely their announcement that they were done here and ready to leave.

“I really wish our Lords would wake the fuck up, we need them. Hell would try to make an assault here, if those six actually have found a way to bring an entire horde into this world with speed compared to their slow-boil efforts thus far.” Krimzon said before looking back at the other scientists. “Continue working.”

They nodded and got back to it with the help from the Night Sentinels since the rest have proven their Loyalty by now. To be Honest, they seemed happy to be rid of those six asses and We couldn’t blame them.

“Great.” We sighed as We trudged towards the exit of the lab. The shrine had expanded itself as time went on, getting deeper and bigger with more hellish architecture, but kept to the blue stone of the region. Everyone keeps assuring us that it was the Helix Stone simply emulating it’s ‘home’. That said, while disturbing it was still benign apparently, so We’ll accept having a spooky shrine so long as nobody follows those assholes to Hell.

“You think the girls will be alright? Twilight and them, I mean.” Krimzon, why do you bring this up? Part of why all this is going on here is because We don’t want to dwell on what We can’t deal with ourselves.

“We think they are capable, but We still worry despite having sent Samantha after them.” We replied as We opened the door and left it open for Krimzon to follow.

“Berserker would’ve probably been the best bet to go there and save Princess Luna.” Krimzon commented as he closed the door shut behind him. Thankfully the Hellish architecture didn’t extend outside beyond a few feet of the door.

“We can guess considering how Bloody Ash is. Has he woken up yet?” We asked hopefully when We approached our throne, which has been updated to a real one lately. We don’t like that We need to have it, but damn if it isn’t somehow more comfortable than the plush chair We’d been using until it arrived a week ago.

“No.” Krimzon shook his head. “Although, soon enough they will awaken.”

“Good.” We sighed as We turned around and plopped our thicc yet firm booty in our unbelievably comfy red metal throne with white cushions and groaned in relief.

“Permission to bring more troops and armor here?” Krimzon requested with a more formal attitude. He always tended to do that when We were either in this throne or in a commanding mood.

“Of course. Especially considering with the most skilled warrior of our wives indisposed We don’t have much in the way of personal protection for the children.” We sighed in lament that the said wife is currently a beautiful busty baby ball with a bulging baby batter bazooka bumping up our bombshell production.

“I’m skilled! I fought wars with Svartr as my enemy for years…I just realized how awkward this is going to be whenever you can finally hear me.”

“Sorry babe. I’ll drink your milk if it’s that much of an issue.” Urta called through the curtain behind our throne.

“No. Having those babies in you means they’re not running around complicating things even more Urta.” We looked back around the chair at our massive 15-foot across wife, still happily getting endlessly milked in her pool, the other two pools were flattened out so the lab that grew around her would have space. Of course, since she’s been steadily growing more and more massive, the lab has had to move equipment at least weekly.

“Alright, I’ll make the arrangements. By the way, take this.” Krimzon held out a comically large earphone to us. “Someone wants to speak to you.” Taking it from his hand, We put it on our huge foxy right ear. It was interesting how it hooked around the pinna and held the speaker facing our ear. With that, Krimzon gave a short bow before he left the room.

“Thank you. Hello?” We asked into the radically different bluetooth device.

“Hello darling.” We gasped as We heard Visilia’s voice on the other side. Though, what’s with the ‘darling’ bit? She isn’t usually this tender or warm, even to us. “How have you been?”

“Worried, angry, trying to figure out what to do to work out the frustration six certain assholes have caused us.” We growled as We tapped the arms of our throne.

“We’ve heard of that. The reports have recently come in. Berserker and them won’t be happy.” Visilia sighed.

“We know. Are you okay?” We asked with concern as We leaned back in our adjustable throne and tried not to get aroused by her voice. We really do have a burning flame for her, she also has a voice that just made us shiver. Plus being in the same chamber as Urta turned us on, especially when she got to moaning and making all kinds of lewd noises, like right now. The researchers must have decided they need more Argent to work with.

“I’m doing fine. Though I sense you’re frustrated in so many ways you either want to kill something or fuck someone, just to get your rocks off.” Visilia commented casually, causing us to purse our lips. She’s being oddly forward compared to before...what’s going on?

“Yes, not sorry about that, but many are too worried to think about sex here at the moment besides Honey and Cocoa. Urta has been well. what with her being an immobile ball of babies and Sabrina is taking care of things at her coven. Celestia is...worried, Cadence is worried about something on the border of the Empire and Twilight is in a painting that is also a world. Then there’s the fact We’re stuck without even Spike available beyond our early evening visits with the children.” We sighed after We’d summed up just how bogged-down everyone was.

Even Cocoa and Honey being available in the evening hasn’t been much of a balm on our concerns. It also didn’t help that Nobles were starting to show up here and badger us. We may be the Princess of the Everfree, but damn it, most of these petty things can be taken to the mayor! We don’t care if birds have decided to poop on your house you snobs! I will laugh behind your backs because Fluttershy told me they target your houses because you’re jerks!

“Well...shit.” Visi cursed with surprise. Clearly she wasn’t expecting things here to be that bad on the homefront.

“Yeah.” We sighed and spread our legs to get comfortable. We bit our lip when We began caressing our body, listening to Urta groan and the pump whirring as another of her orgasms forced it to keep up with her magical fluid production.

“You’re not even in your room, are you?” Visilia asked with a surprising amount of honey in her voice.

“We’re sitting on our throne, but it is enchanted to hide anything that would be considered unusual.” We sighed and peered behind us through the opening in the curtain at Urta, seeing her panting and moaning, quivering her ball of a body and trying to get off even harder as a Scinox stimulated her body with a remote control linked to the pleasure pads adhered to her boobs, penis and out of sight in the pool, her balls.

We fucking swear, only Scinoxes could do something so incredibly kinky and not at all be aroused by it. Ugh~ why couldn’t they have libidoes?!

“I know you’re getting horny from just hearing my voice and considering where you are, Urta isn’t helping either. Maybe you should get to bed or at least spend some quality time with Urta behind the privacy curtain.” Visi purred at us, making us look up at the chamber-spanning huge ceiling-to-floor blue stage curtains that were always pulled at least mostly shut since the researchers didn’t like onlookers.

Which sucked because Urta didn't like being hidden, she enjoyed the idea of being shown off to everyone. At least We get to open the curtains when the researchers aren’t around.

“Okay, oh hold on. Girls!” We joyfully called out to Sabrina, Cocoa, and Honey entering since it was the evening “What are your plans?”

“Cocoa was going to spend time with wife Urta.” Cocoa licked her chops and she began unbuttoning her blouse which was stained with all manner of mess from tending unruly children all day. Oh yeah, it’s about time for the researchers to go home too.

“Same.” Sabrina agreed before she rushed over to the kitchen and shoved the groceries she was carrying into the fridge before running to catch up with the dog who was sauntering towards the curtains that the researchers were vacating in a hurry upon seeing our sexy dog and cat approaching. Prudes~!

“I’m just going to bed, today’s been tiring.” Honey wrote in the air with her golden magic and she yawned as she went to the bathroom, likely for her evening constitutions while our other two wives moved over to our immobile baby ball, tittering as they pulled the curtain shut.

We sighed, realizing they didn’t feel like doing anything with us tonight. To be fair, We have been fairly dry compared to our usual libidinous the past months, so they likely expect We’re not in the mood right now. “At any rate, only the few breeding sessions We’re still obliged to do has kept us from running off to kill something, or rut someone for a week straight. We split for those though and it’s not the same as when We’re fused. We get satisfied individually, even if all of us cum from the sympathetic orgasms, We aren’t getting off as Wiatr and We’re still frustrated.”

“So I’ve heard. So the others have been busy, did you miss me?” Visi questioned.

“Yes, your voice is sexy.” We chuckled before We got up and quickly left the main chamber for our private room and tried not to wish We were behind that curtain too right now, giving Urta’s mast of maleness the respect it deserves.

“Hm, is that so~?” Visi crooned, sending shivers down our spine.

“Yes, our sexy Succubus Alicorn.” We cooed to her before We jumped onto our massive bed, getting the bedroom to ourselves was a rare thing even with how busy everyone has been.

“Enough to drive you crazy, wanting nothing more than to fuck me silly~?” Visi lilted, her breathing was getting a bit heavy. Um, is she...she is! “Take those skilled hands of yours and run them all over me?”

“Yes!” We huffed and rubbed our crotch through our dress, lamenting that even loose clothing hid male genitals quite well. “What else do you want to talk about? We’re sure sex wasn’t it.”

“What if I did?” Visi had an audible pout to her tone and We snickered.

“Visi, it’s not like you to be this forward and playful. What’s up?” She’s being uncharacteristically warm and flirty. Not that We object, but this isn’t like her and We want to make sure she’s okay.

“I’m lonely. I’ve been watching my boys sleep for ages and I remembered how good it felt to be with Berserker and Hunter, how good it felt with you and…*sigh* whatever, you somehow managed to kill my mood. Did you see it?” Visilia suddenly changed the topic and We were surprised that We were the one to cunt-block someone. Oof! We feel like We just got stabbed in the ovaries~! Ugh...note to selves, derailing someone’s lust when it’s justified is bad for us.

“See what?” We asked as We rubbed our abs, trying to soothe the pain We’d inadvertently caused ourselves.

“Their memories from the Helix Stone.” Visi clarified and We growled.

“Yes, We’re still angry.” We huffed, a bit thankful for something to distract from the pain.

“Well, it does more than just that. It seems to help with communications across dimensions. Not only that, but Todd felt as if someone or a group of people were praying to it.” Visilia warned us with her voice full of venom.

“That would be some of our researchers. Six of them wanted to experiment on our pups and started worshiping hell, while the others are maybe worshiping the boys.” We informed our mate.

“Figures. Seems Hell promised them something they couldn’t refuse.” Visi sighed as clattering echoed through her end of the line.

“Yes, We’re going to feed them to Urta.” We snarled vindictively.

“Alright, hold on.” Visi must’ve taken off her earpiece before setting it down. We heard voices from her side that We couldn’t quite make out. “Wiatr, they’re awake!”

“Really?!” We squeaked in joy as We jolted to a sitting position.

“Yes! I’m heading over to see them! Don’t hang up, I’m muting myself.” Visilia practically gushed happily before the line went silent but didn’t disconnect. We finished undressing as We waited and before long the line opened up. “Alright, they’re a little shaken up, but they’re fine.”

“Thank goodness.” We sighed as We laid back down on our bed.

“Easy, Bryan! Take it easy. Don’t rush.” Visilia chided.

“Fucking Hell.” We heard Berserker’s voice growl from what We guessed was his failed attempt to stand up.

“Calm down, you and your brothers have been asleep for some time now.” Visilia told him.

“It felt like I was reliving a bad memory. Oh, wait, we were all fucking reliving bad memories. What’s been happening lately?” Berserker demanded immediately and We rolled our eyes at him immediately getting to business.

“A lot has happened.” Visilia started before she gave him a brief rundown on what has transpired. We tuned out most of it, since it was things they were dealing with in their home dimension that they hadn’t wanted to involve us in, but eventually she got to what was going on over here.

“Are Wiatr and the pups alright?” Our heart skipped a beat when he asked about us.

“They are. Here.” Visilia said before obviously handing him the phone. Ow! The mic scratching is not nice on our poor sensitive fennec ear~!

“Wiatr?” Berserker asked.

“H-hey.” Is that all We’re going to say?! Say something Bitch!

“Wiatr, are you okay? Are the pups alright?” Berserker frantically asked and We were so happy to just hear him that We were choking up! Speak THOT!

“Th-the pups are okay, but We had some Hell Worshipers that wanted to...do things to them. We tried to deal with them, but they ran off. We’re okay too.” We told him, our shared heart pounding in our chest.

“Holy shit he has you three by the ovaries…”

“Shit. Hold on, I’m-argh!” He grunted in pain as We heard him falling over. “Fucking dammit!” He growled as whoever was with him helped him back up.

“Are you okay?” We mewled with our heart sinking into our stomach.

“No, I’m not! I’m pissed that I can’t stand!” He yelled, but We knew it was aimed at himself. “Goddammit!”

“Sorry.” We mewled. If it was just Willow on the phone, We’d be whimpering like the submissive she is. Thank gosh Daring and Svartr have more spine to them or We’d be a sobbing mess in worry.

“It’s not your fault babe. It looks like we’re still bedridden for now.” Berserker grumbled and We calmed down a good bit.

“Oh, but you’re okay?” We questioned as We snuggled our big fluffy tails.

“I’m not sure. I feel different and I’m not sure how.” He sighed and We hoped it wasn’t serious.

“Okay, We miss you.” We said with full Honesty. While he grated on us, We missed him because he provided us a sense of security despite how volatile he is. It seems like ever since he and Hunter left, things just spiraled out of control.

“Same. Visi, could you head over there and watch over our mate?” Berserker asked her, his words filling us with a heady warmth.

“Alright, but first what would our son’s name be?” Visi asked him about their son, reminding us that she’d withheld naming her son herself, something about her firstborn needing to be named by their sire, whether male or female. It was a tradition where the name granted by the sire rather than the mother supposedly provided strength and stability to the child and all children after. Aka: silly old traditions that as a Royal, Visi was expected to follow.

“Rex.” Berserker answered and We snorted.

“Naming him King?” We chuckled as We used our tails to move pillows down between our thighs to get comfy.

“Nothing wrong with that.” Berserker snorted. “Visilia is on her way there.”

“Okay.” We sighed in relief as We laid back. “Hope you can help Twilight and Sam if they aren’t back when you’re well.”

“I’ll have to head on over there and unfuck the bloody situation. She and the others shouldn’t have gone through with that bullshit.” He said in disapproval. “Even if it was for Luna’s sake.”

“We weren’t here to tell her not to. We were busy in Carim with a Hell incursion.” He already got that bit of news earlier, but he just woke up, so We knew he might need reminding.

“Right. I better lie down, talk to you later. Take care, alright?” Berserker stated, clearly reining in raw concern and fury at the fact We’d been involved in a battle with Hell.

“We will, bye love.” We sighed when the line hung up. We were still finding some of his tone annoying, but We’re really growing to love him, Hunter and Visi. We just had to cope with Berserker’s harsh, but meaningful tone and his jump to punching things in the face more often than not. “Ugh, We still have a bit of chub.” We grunted over how puffy our pussy still was with all the sexual tension We were experiencing going from horny to not and back. We sighed and let our male genitals out, caressing it idly as We considered how to kill our boner.