Corruption of Souls

Ch.56

We fused back together first thing in the morning and walked about Unity in the hope of finding Visilia. However, both she and Cocoa were nowhere to be found. Our other wives were also clearly busy with their daily lives, so We checked with Urta. She said Visi never came back last night and Cocoa was being oddly sneaky, disappearing the moment she left her room.

With this We dejectedly wandered about town and took it all in. While the box canyon below was shops, the Breeding Center/Clinic and our home, the walls all the way up were small homes and apartments. On top of the plateau however there was a proper town with buildings and all. The structures were a mix of Victorian and modern in their designs. Unity is such a quaint little town. The kind of quiet place you’d expect someone to retire to.

Of course that meant We soon found a magic show going on in the park in the section of the town atop the plateau, what with it being so noisy you could hear it clear across town. It was a sunny mid-spring day, a great day for a show since the bulk of the estrous cycle and the biological clocks of the women have mostly reset by now, a perfect time for things such as this to pick up.

The show was run by a rather beautiful light blue unicorn mare. She was challenging others in a light-hearted manner to display an act and she would try to one-up it. From our place at the back of the crowed, having decided to enjoy the spectacle, We could tell it was a rather good business model since not only was the mare quite talented and able to magically best her opponent’s display, she was also sharing a small portion of the bits thrown on stage from each act with the participant, incentivizing others to come forward and extend the show.

She was also for the most part gloating about how Great and Powerful Trixie was, which kinda grated on the nerves despite how she seemed to be joking about it rather than being entirely serious since she constantly spoke in the third person. Then again, We have no right to gripe about that considering our necessity to refer to ourselves in the plural. We also saw Starlight helping her while minding two foals off to the side of the stage who were enjoying the show too. Ah, those must be Gleaming Shield and Dusk Shine, her and Twilight’s precious little ones.

We also appreciated how sexy she and this powder-blue mare looked in their skimpy show-mare outfits hugging their bodies tightly and lifting their huge busts, emphasizing every single curve of their hourglass bodies.

Wanting to say hello, We waited until the show began winding down to approach the stage from the side where Starlight was using her magic to play with her adorable white and purple foals while at the same time putting away props.

“Wiatr, what are you...right, you live here.” Starlight stated with a vibrant blush, meekly trying to cover the deep cleavage her pink ringmaster-like outfit displayed. Odd, she wasn’t so reserved as she shook her motherly tits and ass for the show. Does someone have a crush on little old us? Then again, she does have those two little bundles of joy with Twilight thanks to us. Does she visit the wolf-foals Svartr, uh, gave her? We’ll have to ask Cocoa, it feels wrong to ask her directly considering the...circumstances back then.

“Yes, how could you forget since you helped found Unity, We’ll never understand.” We chuckled good-naturedly. “We were just out for a walk to see how things are going when We came upon the show.” We looked over at Trixie as she said farewells to her audience. “So what’s going on here? We never took you for the type to put yourself on display, what with you usually swaddling up in billowing robes.”

“Just helping out my best friend.” Starlight cheerfully declared before turning towards Trixie. “Trixie! Come on over and say hello to Princess Wiatr!”

“Oh, Trixie is humbled to meet you Princess Wiatr!” The Blue mare said with a bow, showing off her plunging cleavage and how enormous her nearly beach-ball sized breasts were, or at least they looked that big because of how her outfit lifted and presented them.

“Nice to meet you Trixie.” We chuckled at her with our own bow. “How have you been?”

“Very good your majesty, Trixie is blessed by your presence.” She said with a smile.

“Oh, but you only get blessings from us if you, well, suck our cock, wear us like clothes, or end up in our womb. We haven’t found out how to bless people in other ways.” We said with a vibrant blush while Starlight facepalmed.

“Trixie meant in the metaphorical way.” Trixie snorted in amusement when she levitated the tophat of bits her show had earned backstage.

“Oh, We’re still getting used to this.” We admitted sheepishly.

“Clearly. Even Sparkle has her roles down by now and she’s been such a shrinking violet from the limelight.” Trixie declared after she magically packed up the stage. It vanished from under us and collapsed into an impossibly compact carriage wagon with a steering wheel instead of horse leads. We suppose a magic carriage is cheaper than a van or livestock.

“Well, our daughter is still quite something, she is trying to save Luna at this time.” We purred proudly before tapping the ground with our paws. The transition from standing on an elevated stage to the ground was seamless. “Nice trick.”

“Indeed, Starlight’s told Trixie that much at least.” Trixie looked over at the mother who was cooing to her foals. “Trixie figured getting her out of that lonely palace would be for the best.”

“Thank you for that.” I smiled Kindly at the light blue mare, who smiled back with a faint blush. “So are you staying here or moving on?”

“Trixie has no reason to leave. Not when her friend needs support.” Trixie declared as if offended at the thought. “That said, feel free to watch Trixie work her magic another time Princess.” Trixie then sauntered over to Starlight, wrapping an arm around the mother’s waist, making her squeak before the showmare began guiding the pink mare away with her foals babbling happily in magical tow.

“Is that an offer?” We chuckled under our breath as We looked at Starlight. Would We pursue her crush? Then again, it seemed Trixie’s feelings for Starlight might not be entirely platonic if that hand on her hip and the way their hips met as they walked and talked said anything. Oh well, We have so many beloveds as it stands and our daughter’s wife shouldn’t be on our hitlist anyway. “Time to check on the shops, then guards.” We said with a happy tune, having thankfully eased the discomfort our current relationships were causing us for the moment.

(<3)

We were near the edges of Unity’s plateau and were chastising a couple of guards We’d caught having a quickie in a shed nearby. We don’t mind sex, but it is an after work activity for most jobs, that went double for guards. Though to be fair they were both sexy and female guards were a rare sight so We may have been fairly lenient in our word choices. Towards the end of our scolding of the impropriety of having sex at work that wasn’t part of the sex industry, a bellowing roar echoed from the sky overhead.

We looked up in shock to see Telda falling from the sky. We could barely make out a large spray of blood and We faintly made out what looked to be a sword-spear protruded from her ribs. Willow oddly experienced traumatic flashbacks of similar weapons stabbing into her, while Svartr remembered such scenes during the war she fought under Gwyn’s service.

“No~! My kinsman! Not again!”

We felt an absolute heart-stopping panic sweep over us that We barely managed to shake ourselves from.

“Gather a squad of Night Sentinels and follow after us now!” We ordered the guards who scrambled to follow our orders before We rushed into the forest by jumping off the cliff and sprouting our wings as We grew to our preferred combat height of 15 feet and formed armor over our dress. We were shocked to find Telda had survived the landing, but were even more shell-shocked at the knight in lion-themed bronze armor looking down on her while holding the haft of the sword spear as she weakly wheezed and coughed blood. A Dragonslayer.

“Nonononononono!”

Our blood froze in our veins, fear filled us even as Daring felt awe and Svartr was dumbfounded at the sight of a Dragonslayer in this era.

Thankfully, Night Sentinels arrived at our location shortly after us with their weapons trained on the knight, jolting us from our paralysis. “Your highness, who is this? Why is he killing Dragons?” One of them questioned while our fear was being replaced with apoplectic fury.

“Maybe he’s a nutcase that needs to be put down. His mere presence reeks of sin.” Another one commented with disgust.

“A Dragonslayer from Gwyn’s Age of Fire. Whether he is Ornstein or not is unknown, though We highly doubt it.” We snarled furiously, our vision tinting red as righteous wrath replaced the ice in our Undead gooey body’s simulated veins.

“Even if it is the Lion Knight, he dies today!”

That fucker is dead!

“So do we kill him?”

“Yes. Hopefully there is someone in that. Plenty of armors of that era are haunted or just full of memories of their owners and running on instinct.” We snarled as Svartr fed us the info. The Dragonslayer Armor that lasted until the Third Era in service was one such memory gestalt.

The Dragonslayer pulled it’s spear out of Telda’s ribs. The poor dragoness faintly gasped and applied pressure to her wound as it turned to us. It didn’t say a word and immediately thrust it’s ancient weapon at us, it’s spear sparking with lightning and solid sunlight lanced out to strike the Night Sentinels which injured a few while the others started firing. The rounds pinged off the bronze and dirty armor, while plasma scorched the surface of it.

We pulled out our axe from our cleavage in time to deflect the blade of the spear, snarling when the electric manifestation of sunlight hit us. It burned. We swung and it dodged backward, but We managed to score a hit at the elbow of it’s left arm, not finding blood and barely managing to dent the magic suit of armor.

“Back off!” We ordered when the Dragonslayer thrust into the sky, summoning Sunlight to hit the earth and scorch the ground and any too close. Those were mostly Berserker’s Crusaders who took the hit which scorched their armor black. Pillar’s Defenders threw up a green barrier in time to protect everyone else from the blast.

“Damn this thing!” One of the Crusaders growled.

“What of the Dragoness? Is she still alive?” Another asked and We looked to see her being secretly tended to by some Scinoxes and Ghosts. Defenders were with them watching their backs.

“That thing is not being worn. We’re unsure if it’s haunted or just a memory husk yet.” We informed our allies as We looked at the slightly damaged joint.

“Can’t the Past just remain in the history books?” A Gunner asked sarcastically as he and his brethren pulled out the bigger guns. Rocket Launchers, Gauss Cannons, Chainguns, Grenade Launchers, you name it. The fact that most of those were in some ways fueled by Urta’s cum was incredibly amusing and sexy.

“This thing will just keep going until it’s made immobile.” We growled before We retrieved our BFG rifle from our cleavage and fired at the armor, but it dodged in a charge at a Gunner and impaled him through the chest while it lost an arm in the process, melted off from one of the BFG rounds finally heating up the limb to the point of liquefaction. Infinity may be convenient, but this thing won’t go down from a peashooter!

One of the Crusaders roared in anger and jumped onto its back, stabbing his sword through the back and out the front. With it staggered, the Crusader wrapped an arm around the helmet and kept its head locked while the armor struggled to shake the Night Sentinel off while it was bombarded by all of us. The helm fell off and the hollow armor slid the spear in it’s remaining hand towards the blade to stab the Crusader. However, he threw a grenade down inside the armor before disengaging, barely avoiding the spear tip before the armor exploded.

“Alright, We think it’s dead.” We sighed and took several calming breaths. “Where did that come from?” We questioned as We warily approached the smoking epicenter of the scattered armor.

“We’ll have to ask the dragoness herself.” A Defender said as they proceeded to gather up the dead Gunner and take his body back home. Anyone else who was injured were being taken care of immediately.

“We’re sorry about your comrade.” We apologized to the Defenders carrying the body away before approaching the green dragoness. “Okay, where did this thing come from?”

Telda coughed when her obviously punctured lung was healed by the fancy field surgery of the Scinox at her ribs. “A cave, by the main river. It led down deep into the earth and I smelled meat down there. I found the roots of an ancient tree and bones of giant dragons. I think most of the trees of the Everfree grew from the roots of the ancient Archtree.”

“Wait, remains of Giant Dragons, you say?” One of the Ghosts asked her. “Where’s the cave located?”

“East of here, look for the odd gray tree with a face.” Telda managed to wheeze.

“We’ll check it out, your highness.” He said before he and the other Ghost went off.

We sighed and looked at the armor, before grabbing the holy weapon it had. It must’ve been very high in the dragonslayer order to have a swordspear infused with sunlight rather than just lightning. Not even Ornstein used a Sunlight Spear. Then again, he was the first when lightning was new to fledgeling gods. “We’ll take this and the armor back, see what We can do with it.”

“As you wish.” The Crusader that finished it off grunted while being looked over by a scinox.

“Let’s head back to town. We’ll be able to take care of the dragoness much better there.” One of the Scinoxes stated. Indeed, since there were so many people of varying sizes in Unity, the hospital that was part of the Breeding Center was massive and able to care for people up to 20 feet in height thanks to the dimensional magics worked into the building. The fact it was the same building as the Breeding Center helped with that, since it was already meant for rather, eheh, massive people.

“We will have the city put on full alert in case there are more of these things.” We said before We began heading back to town. We could faintly feel the memory echoes in the armor, powerful memories too, but Svartr couldn’t recognize him though. The Black Knights were Gwyn’s Order of knights and she didn’t have much interaction with Ornstein’s Order of Dragonslayers. Either way, these were just the memories, the soul had long passed on. Andre would know what to do with it.

(<3)

Once We returned to Unity, We had the town assemble around Harmonia for an announcement where We told them what had happened and why We are on full alert. Most were fearful about the news since relics of eras past were always dangerous with few exceptions.

The Night Sentinels bolstered the town’s defenses, sending out patrols and putting in more security personnel for projects conducted outside of town limits. Telda was sent to the hospital to be tended. Her life wasn’t in immediate danger anymore, but they want to be sure she’s properly healed. Hopefully she’ll take this as an incentive to accept our invitation to live in town.

“She will. As her Queen I demand it!”

Nevermind, she’s lost the choice after this. Hm, it’s about time We had a more permanent housing solution for giants and giantesses established instead of the communal housing near the entrance tunnel.

“Oh! And fuck her full of eggs until she can’t move! Then she’ll be too egg-addled to care.”

We suddenly want to breed Telda...