Corruption of Souls

Ch.63

More paperwork.

We sighed where We sat at our desk on our throne after We received another report from Twilight about the witch Baba Yaga in the painting and how the witch was working for an Old One called Nyarlathotep. It presided over many Nightmares in the painting from what she wrote. Before We could think on this further, a knock came from the front door.

“Yes? It’s open.” How odd, people are used to just barging into our home by this point. Maybe it’s someone with actual manners, or the guards are nervous about letting this person in.

When the door opened, We felt conflicted emotions when We saw it was Berserker. His armour was charred and scratched up, his gauntlets covered in blood and his helmet’s visor was cracked and broken, showing his shimmering left eye. He looked fine for the most part. “Hey.” Was the first thing he said with a nod.

“Hi.” We replied awkwardly and weren’t sure where to go from there, so We defaulted to checking our paperwork. “We just finished reading a report from Twilight. She seems to be getting close since The Good Hunter mentioned they’re close to finding the Nightmare that is trapping Luna with help from Alucard and Seras since they took his ‘Beautiful Moonlight’ and Integra doesn’t want Ash endangered further. At least we know where they went now.” It’s fishy she was abducted shortly after Alucard interrupted our dream meeting, but if he’s not the secret antagonist then he’s welcome to help.

“Do you still want me to go there?” Berserker dutifully asked when he rounded our desk to look at the report without touching anything with his dirty gauntlets. We don’t want his hands stained in blood getting it dirty, so We appreciate that. Though, We wouldn’t mind if he put those hands on us. Blood is a close friend by this point.

“Please rip that armor off him! I want to feel him again!”

Hnng...no Wiatr, down girl. Business.

“It would be appreciated, but it seems they’re doing well, even if Applejack and Rainbow Dash have become wolf-pony hybrids and relish in savagery in combat.” Our fennec ears wilted at hearing the good ponies being corrupted, even if they were still the same people.

At least AJ and RD have apparently opened up about their feelings for each other, so that’s something good out of all this. Even if, aha, it was in the heat of the moment where they were going berserk together and after the enemies stopped moving they passionately-hnng why did Twily have to get so graphic about that?!

“That doesn’t sound like they’re doing well themselves.” Berserker remarked severely.

“See here: ‘Although they are more impulsive and short-tempered, they’re still the same ponies I became friends with. The Good Hunter says so long as they don’t forget Who they are in favor of What they are, they will be fine.’” We quoted Twilight’s words, but still felt sad. Though, thinking of those two lesbian wolf-ponies going at each other was-holy shit. Bryan has been here a couple of minutes and our mind is dripping into our twat out our ears!

“Your face and feelings on the matter say otherwise.” Berserker observed and We nodded. “Even if you’re projecting how hot I make you onto them.” Oh shit he did notice! Calm girl, calm. This isn’t the time for this!

“We don’t like it. This Nyarlathotep sounds well beyond their ability to handle. We’re not well-versed with Cthulhu mythos, so We have no idea what they could be up against.” We stood up and stretched to refresh our body since We’d been sitting for hours dealing with an unending train of paperwork. It’d only been a few days since the attack on Unity, but Jack hasn’t returned and the sexual escapades in the bedroom have only gotten more intense.

Urta is insatiable, Visi has actually gotten more into it with her going after Urta as much as us. Sabrina, Cocoa and Honey who emerged from Undercity in one piece jumped in on it too. All that’s kept us from being sealed in our bedchambers for days-long trysts is that Cadence, Shining and Chrysalis are all too busy dealing with Chaos Demons up north in an oddly peaceful manner along with Visi’s attendants helping rein her in.

It was almost like they were prepared for something like this happening. What’s Visilia hiding about herself that her attendants are prepared to deal with a violently amorous demoness? We mean violently amorous. She broke bones when her attendants dragged her away from engaging us in another session earlier today.

“So, it’s back to my question: do you want me to go there and help them, or not?” Berserker asked again and We thought about it. It would help very much if he was there. He might not see it, but he seems to be gaining a bit of a Demi-Godhood here, maybe even in his own universe.

“Yes, if it would bring them back faster.” We admitted reluctantly. We’d rather he stay here, with us. With his children.

“Where is this painting?” Berserker questioned intently, clearly not going to leave this situation in the hands of others when he could be helping.

“In Celestia’s private study. It used to be in a vault, but after all this she doesn’t trust it in some sealed-off safe where it isn’t being watched. Want us to take you there?” We asked hopefully, eager to get away from paperwork.

“It would be best, yes.” Berserker nodded to us before taking off his helmet to show us his face. Nothing new, still the same handsome man with an attitude and temper.

“Let us clean this up first.” We insisted before We put our paperwork and desk in it’s designated storage spot under the floor in front of the throne. Convenient, but We need a study~! Once that was done, We led Berserker outside. “We’ll fly to Canterlot then meet up with Celestia since there aren’t any portals there.” We said while growing Daring’s wings and resisting an odd urge to size up and go dragon. We don’t need to do that for a simple flight.

“You will discover that it is best to be at full size whenever you can manage it.”

Nodding his head, Berserker placed his helmet back on and summoned wings made out of red fire from his back. The very same fire We had seen him use once before in the Helix Stone. It was surprising to see it being used in a non-destructive way.

“Huh, didn’t know you had those.” We chuckled before taking off.

“I figured it out once I could actually use my Pyromancy!” Berserker explained as he kept up with us. He sounded very proud of his newfound ability.

“It’s cool.” We chuckled, flying close and nuzzling him before We shot off to Canterlot, the flight being no more than a few minutes at best with us both using magic to aid our flight forward. It took us a bit to get through the air traffic to land within the castle courtyard though. “Now we just need to get to Celestia.”

“Hun, I just realised something.” Berserker said to us, almost sounds as if he was on the verge of panicking.

“Yes?” We asked curiously while We continued to lead him onward.

“We didn’t even name our children.” Berserker answered us, upon which We blinked at realizing that aside from Marcus who We winced at realizing We named him on accident in the belief that was already his name, none of our other children with him or Hunter were named. At that point, we both facepalmed ourselves. How could We have had this oversight?! We just mentally acknowledged them by physical appearance! What does Cocoa call them?!

“Well, you wanted to wait for them to show some personality before we did We think? We can say they act a lot like you. One in particular loves fighting with us. We may have accidentally named him Marcus in the belief that he was already named as your firstborn son.” We flinched, expecting to be shouted at only for him to pat our shoulder consolingly.

“Hey, we both made the same mistake. Marcus is a good name, but I’ll name the rest of the boys and one girl and you name the other girls.” Berserker gently insisted and We nodded.

“It was what popped into our head for him.” We chuckled at remembering how that boy loved to yell while using his fighting toys. “Lily and Aerith for the girls, you have one more girl and she’s fairly combative like Marcus.”

“Then Valkyr for the one that loves fighting, Revix and Nolix for the other two boys.” Berserker promptly named our other children.

“Aw, no Goku?” We joked playfully with a vulpine grin.

“Fuck no. I love anime, but I’m not using any of those names.” Berserker scoffed at the notion. “It’s not even an original thing, his name was ripped from Journey to the West.”

“We know, there’s a similar old tale from local folklore too.” We replied before We turned a corner and a bawling Celestia tackled us and hugged our face to her bosom. It’s easy to forget she’s 8 feet tall!

“Wiatr~! We thought you were-I was worried~!” Celestia hiccupped and hugged us tightly to her chest as she nuzzled and smooched our scalp and ears, which sent shots of tingles down our spine and through our tails, which floofed up quite excessively.

“Mmf.” We muffled into her cleavage as she hugged us in the hall. How nice that at our average 6 foot height We’re chest high to Tia for motorboating. We used our strength and gooey morphing power to extricate from her bosom. “We did send word that Unity was safe.”

“It doesn’t change the fact we thought you were doomed the moment we heard Hell had attacked~!” Celestia wailed as she clutched us to her protectively. “I wanted to go, but with how things are going, if I left-.”

“Canterlot would’ve been defenseless.” Berserker astutely finished for her, getting her to sniffle and nod.

“We know, so We’re not mad, but We’re here to take Berserker to the Painting. He wants to help Luna.” We explained to our lover who still wouldn’t let go of us, which We were fine with.

“Okay.” She sniffled before she picked us up and carried us like We were a teddy bear. Which, considering our resting height was only 2 feet shorter than her, was quite embarrassing. “Oh, I forgot to mention something else.” Celestia suddenly seemed embarrassed yet happy.

“Oh?” We asked curiously, even if We were being held to her side in one arm with our paws off the floor, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Celestia darling? Where have you run off to?” Came an echoing timbre and around the corner ahead came a drool-worthy handsome stallion in a quite tasteful ensemble that looked like he just stepped out of the renaissance. His fur was a verdant deep green, but his mane looked like leaves in autumn. However, We also noticed his horn and wings. “Ah, there you are dear. Who is this adorable thing?” The towering alicorn stallion asked, looking down at us with his hazel eyes that held a glint of mirth in them. Is he 9 or 10 feet tall?

“Uh...Celestia?” We asked our lover nervously.

“Wiatr, Berserker. I would like you to meet Oberon.” Celestia introduced us with warmth in her voice for the stallion. “He’s an Ashen One who recently awoke. I wasn’t aware alicorns were a race before Luna and I.”

“Not so much a race as a genetic fluke still dear. We’ve already talked about this over tea multiple times.” Oberon chuckled congenitally as he looked back at us. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Same, our Tia seems to like you.” We said with a playful chuckle.

“Indeed. It was an attraction at first sight.” Oberon admitted with a light dusting of red to his cheeks. “I didn’t have the pleasure to meet another alicorn in my era and she’s been such a dear. However, it seems that the progression of romance has changed drastically since my day.” Oberon smiled winningly as Celestia’s wings pomfed out and she hugged us tighter while her cheeks brightened in embarrassment.

“While this is cute and all, I’m here on important business to save your sister Celestia. Lead on.” Berserker insisted and Celestia snapped out of her embarrassment, even putting us down.

“Right, this way. I hear Twilight is making progress with the two weeks she’s been in the painting her time.” Celestia chuckled as she hurried along. Oberon followed behind us calmly as we all entered her private study that she had to unlock multiple locks to. The Painted World of Ash was even more disturbing, although it didn’t seem any different. “If you want to enter just touch the painting. Be careful, it is a place of madness, eldritch gods, demons, monsters and The Old Blood.”

“I’m sure I can handle it.” Berserker said before giving us a kiss. He made it last a bit this time before he touched the painting and was violently slurped into it like a noodle.

“That does not fill me with confidence.” Celestia commented with concern before suddenly Discord was in the room, holding up a penis pudding pop. “Oh, thank you.” Celestia casually took the phallic treat and took a bite of it, making Oberon blink as Discord vanished once more.

“This era is so unusual.” Oberon mused with a scratch of his mane.

“We’re a Sex, Fertility and Commerce Goddess. This is a normal thing to us” We chuckled in all three of our voices rather than Willow’s default husky tone. Daring was more raspy and Svartr had a harsh clip to her tone, so Willow had the nicest voice for casual and more saucy speech.

“You’re Gwynevere’s successor? Historians expected you to be taller.” Oberon admitted with surprise. Then again, Gwynevere was originally a 50+ foot tall giantess, it’s a wonder how Gwyn managed such a thing.

“We reach thirty feet at our maximum and are slowly growing depending on what We eat.” We said while smiling and showing off our sharp carnivorous teeth.

“So you might achieve your ancestor’s glory yet. That’s good for the world, especially in the state I’ve woken up to it in. Care to join us for lunch?” Oberon questioned while also looking at Celestia, who sighed sadly.

“Unfortunately I have work to get to, Oberon. Would you have time to rest before you go back home Wiatr?” Tia asked and after thinking about it, We wilted. So. Much. Wor-her-her-herk~!

“No….” Just bringing Berserker here ate into precious time We need for our bureaucracy work. Who knew there was so much redundant paperwork for so many things? “We need a secretary that We can foist some of our work on.” We grumbled and crossed our arms under our bust.

“You don’t have any? I have seventeen.” Celestia told us, making us blink and then cry at our shortsightedness.

(<3)

“So why can’t one of us do this for you?” Sabrina asked curiously from off to the side, home from her magic lessons at her coven.

“Because We don’t want to force someone We know and love to suffer this torture in our place.” We declared with dead seriousness as We looked over a list of potential candidates for our chief secretary. Next to Sabrina were Cocoa, Honey, Urta and Visi. Each suddenly dressed like secretaries in three-piece suits and looking annoyed at us. Well, Visi was more annoyed at Urta, who had somehow talked her into putting on the suit. How does Urta manage it?

“Come on, Visi handles it already!” Urta chuckled as she hugged the demon princess to her side, said demoness flushed and moved as if to pull Urta’s hand from her waist, but stopped and even seemed to melt a bit as she placed her hand over the one Urta had on her hip. Wow Urta got through Visi’s rough exterior fast.

“We cannot rely on Visi being available to do it all the time. She has far more important things to do than go over our incoming paperwork.” We insisted sternly at our now-mobile wife who was still getting pumped every morning for the Scinoxes and R&D folk, but otherwise was out and about now. Sabrina’s coven had enough milk production that they could sustain themselves and slow down their rapid terraforming without Urta’s surplus urging them onward.

“She’s right. I do have my own kingdom to worry about. We’re here as allies...and I’m here as a lover.” Visilia said with a blush and a smile at us while she leaned into Urta.

“Who is more available for kinky funtimes if she isn’t working. Right?” Urta teased the alicorn, who grit her teeth and huffed as she looked away from the buff amazonian vixen, but didn’t move to get away from the sexy herm.

“Alright, let's get some applicants in.” We sighed before We pressed a button on the desk. Two overly posh looking noble unicorns entered and set down resumes before taking out notepads and pens. One was a mare and the other a stallion, middle-aged, slightly chubby. “Hm...you both were in the offices of the northern district of Canterlot...years of experience...work history is good. Now, why are you transferring here? We may be an important growing center of military and lewd, but necessary business, but we’re still a small place. What brings you out here?”

“We have seen how slow your progress is with filtering important tasks from the less Important ones. For instance; a park is being built before lighting and roads are even completely finished which is unsafe. You are also not using your treasury to its full extent from what we have observed from the quality of roads being built. It looks like the construction company is either pocketing more money instead of using what you gave them for materials, or you didn’t give them enough.” The stallion on the left said as he pulled out some papers and put on a monocle to look at it more closely.

“We work best in the pockets of the Nation, we got our old station from being the most destitute to one of the best housing and business districts.” The mare continued. “We gave the homeless jobs, even if they’re still low paying at this time, but our replacements are moving to increase that pay and the housing we left was low income and low upkeep.”

“Yes, but why are you here now.” We insisted and they both sighed.

“We were downsized.” The stallion muttered.

“What my companion means to say, is that we’ve been at the office for several years. There’s new blood coming in and, well.” She looked irritated before calming herself. “Needless to say, there’s not much room for two aging bureaucrats when there’s younger, more eager to please yes-mares and go-bucks available from the fresh employee market.”

“Well, that is a rather unfortunate scenario, but again, why here and not anywhere else? I’m sure Las Pegasus, Manehattan, or Baltimare could use you. We want to know why you’ve chosen our little hamlet.” We further probed, noting that these two could’ve easily gotten better-paying work elsewhere.

“Well we wish to see the Lust Demons gone, we lost people.” The stallion groused.

“Specifically, a branch office in a small town you may have heard horror stories about, Shady Hollow, ended up being subverted as a Lust Demon breeding ground. Nopony bothered to enter, check, or even wonder why nopony was going in or out of the building for days and by then it was too late. We had friends there.” The mare admitted with a haunted expression.

“That’s more than enough. We’ll put you down for consideration Money Mover and Quibbler. We’ll let you know our decision by the end of the day.” We dismissed officially and they nodded before they got up and left. Once they were gone We looked to our lovers. “Do you think you want to take potential jobs away when you already have enough work?”

“No…” They all answered in unison with a bit of shame.