Corruption of Souls

Ch.68

“Those...are big eggs.” Ember breathed out in awe as she gazed upon the fruit of our loins in the pools of the ever-dimensionally-extending Breeding Center/hospital. Each egg was 10-feet at its widest and 15-feet at the tallest, requiring each one to have a pool to itself filled with our milk to keep the thirsty shells sated.

“Eeyup.” We slapped our abs in pride. It’d been a few days since our giant tryst with Runner, Pillar and Collateral. We had to have help ferrying our new eggs home to Unity, where our arrival with utterly gigantic eggs was met with awe and an immediate message sent to Dragon Lord Ember about the ‘find’ which nobody knew was our own eggs until they’d already sent a pegasus messenger. “Being a 39 foot tall dragon when you get hyper pregnant will do that.”

“You were the size of an Elder Dragon when you did this?” Ember asked in more awe. “Of course, how else would they be so gigantic.”

“So this isn’t unusual?” We asked curiously. We figured it was and were searching for spells in Twilight’s library that could possibly shrink them down so they could have normal lives.

“Yes! Everlasting Eggs! You may not have let me have control, but good job!”

“Nope, but don’t worry. It’s likely there’s only one whelp per egg like normal and they’ll be normal sized little munchkins. The shell size is entirely dependent on the mother.” Ember informed us and We sighed in relief.

“That’s good, but how will they hatch?” We asked andbegan leading Ember out of the Breeding Center and towards our new Keep.

“Like normal. Dragons don’t hatch like other reptiles or birds. When they’re ready, the shell explodes a bit.” Ember informed us when We neared the front doors. “Ah, it’s good to see things around here are as hectic as ever. Things back home have calmed down a lot with Spike turning down being a ‘donor’ for more eggs and even using condoms with Smolder and I.”

“You’re not happy about it.” We noted, opening the smaller doors in the middle of the massive gates. “Hey Pharos~! Mama’s back~!” We cooed to our giant green pet, who yipped and rushed us as We sized up to kneel down and pet the massive fox. “Have you been good? Are you a good boy?” We cooed with a ‘baby’ voice and snickered when he stuck his nose in our cleavage. “Boy, I already filled your bowls with cum and milk this morning. It’s not good for you to overeat.” We chastised and he whined.

“The fact you have a Gigafox for a pet is still impressive.” Ember commented with a smile, putting her free left hand on her hip and showing off that her simple tight leather garb deliciously emphasized all of the busty amazonian dragoness’ curves.

“He’s a normal sized fox. You pygmy just got used to everything being small. Don’t demean my baby!”

“We notice you dodged the topic of not being happy with Spike denying you cummies.” We were being nosy because she was our lover too. Even if not a wife, her feelings were important to us as much as Visi’s feelings were.

“Can you drop it?” Ember asked in exasperation, only for us to leer down at her from where We continued giving Pharos scratchies behind the ears. “Fine, yes. I want him to fuck me full of eggs again. It’s not unnatural for dragons to fuck frequently until they eventually die of old age. Well over 90% of all the eggs never hatch anyway and turn to stone.” Ember wilted, looking depressed. “It’s why the Dragonlands are so heavily dominated by mountains.”

“Which is why We’ve been doing such a surplus.” We replied and tried not to wonder how many mountains were actually giant mounds of dead dragon eggs as well as ignore Pharos’ red rocket getting excited to lift Ember’s chin. “Just to be sure, have any of ours with you hatched yet?” We asked to remind her We were here and willing.

“I know it’s been a while Willow...I mean Wiatr, but dragon eggs don’t hatch for hundreds of years, remember?” Hm, We had figured our eggs might be a different case, guess not.

“Pfft, no, fat chance. Especially since you have me here.”

“Yes. Unless massive amounts of magic is pumped into them.” We replied while ignoring the disappointment that not even We can speed up dragons to hatch.

“Which usually makes the eggs explode like bombs.” Ember replied dryly. “There’s a reason we only give Stillborn eggs over to the ponies for their magic schools. They’re the only ones worth the risk of getting born that way.”

“And yet Spike came about.” We chuckled before We shrunk and kissed her. Ember moaned and pressed against us needily, mashing her breasts into ours, grabbing our ass-she pushed us away, panting and groaning as she groped her chest, tapping her scepter on the floor.

“Unf...you stupid sexy sex goddess!” Ember snarled, wiping some of her female lubricant off of her inner thighs as it leaked from around her leather bikini bottoms. “I’m not just some easy fuck you can...okay yes I am, but only for you, Spike and Smolder, but not now dammit.” Ember huffed smoke as she straightened herself up.

“We only kissed you, you’re the one who leaned in.” We chuckled as We morphed into our dragon body, finding it easier and easier to do every time since our wonderful time in the cave, which was slowly going to be turned into our new Temple. We still had the odd desire to have a second jaw, but that was so odd compared to the modern dragon.

“Two jaws just means sucking both of a stud’s dicks at the same time. Wait, males here don't have dual dicks?! No~! One of the best things about male dragons was the dual dicks!”

We have a sudden desire to somehow suck two cocks at the same time...

“It’s because of that ‘fuck me’ energy you put out and…” Ember was drooling as she looked us up and down, her wings and tail twitching.

“We’ve got it turned off, or else big boy here would be humping something. His partial erection is not from us.” We chuckled as We returned to being a kitsune. “We think someone might be in heat~.” We lilted playfully at the dragon lord who was beyond wet and ready at the drop of a hat.

“Well...Spike hasn’t been willing to satisfy us that way…” Ember admitted with a squirm to her hips. “Look. Just...don’t. Okay? We still really like you and would love you to be in our relationship more permanently, but I’m not willing to share Spike with so many beautiful women.”

“Who said We just wanted Spike?” We chuckled as We looked her up and down. “But okay.”

“Thank you. I might pay you a visit for a clutch before I leave, but don’t fucking fill me to the point I can’t get home on my own.” Ember huffed, then bit her lip. “Or...do. Then roll me all the way to the Dragonlands to remind Spike what he’s missing.” Ember began panting, then turned and fled before she could lose control and We giggled.

“Still a tsundere. Well boy, you go on and have fun out there.” We declared to our giant pet, opening the gate and letting him run out into Unity where We knew he’d go through the tunnel and out into the Everfree to do his business and maybe find a large Timberwolf bitch to fuck. Turns out those things do breed normally, only the undead ones stink and are made of actual deadwood.

“Has she fucked you with her dick yet? She is a dragon lord.”

“Well, what is this?” We heard when a 10-foot tall holstaurus Lust Demoness casually entered our foyer, causing us to gape up at her in recognition. “Sup bitch?” It’s Torturas, that bitch that invaded the Iron Keep and stole an axe when Willow and Daring were getting the Jade Crystallite to make Willow’s Estus Flasks! Holy fuck that was a long time ago!

“What’re you-How’re you-Huh?!” We gawked up at her, wondering how she even got this far and there wasn’t any violence. We mean, she’s a 10-foot tall red-skinned Demon General with a massive battle axe on her back and utterly reeking of Corruption.

“Your guards need to be trained a bit better. I mean, I saw some seriously badass guys out there, but they didn’t even blink as I waltzed right across the bridge from Ponyville.” Torturas said as she looked around. “Nice digs. Better than that bitch Letra’s den.”

“Why are you here?!” We snarled and prepared to fight, sizing up to tower over her at 15 feet and ready to pull one of our many weapons from our cleavage.

“Eh, not here to fight, more to fuck.” Torturas chuckled, patting her crotch as she looked us up and down. “It’s actually how I got in, said I was here to Purify myself, blah blah blah. It’s great you guys aren’t killing all of us, but some of us were born this way, y’know?” She flexed, making her massive tits strain against her leather brassier and her leather miniskirt seem about to rip from her thicc muscular ass. “You try to fully purify me, I might just die. No clue. Might try to find out.” Torturas chuckled, unfazed by our willingness to fight.

“Well We’re not about to fuck you, unless it’s to purify you.” We snarled, crossing our arms under our superior bosom to look down our snout at her. “So why are you really here?”

“What? Is wanting to fuck the hottest babe in the land not reason enough to show up unwanted?” Torturas winked at us and We growled. “Oh, fine. Ruin the fun why don’t ya.” Torturas huffed, reaching into her tits and pulling out a massive scroll. “Queen Lethice wishes to sign a cease-fire. We stop trying to invade, you stop hunting us down, we both focus on those Hell Demon fucks trying to kill us both.”

“Really?” We asked, suspiciously doubtful of this from what We’ve read on demons.

“Yes. Really.” Torturas huffed, opening the scroll to show us it was quite simply worded, no hidden clauses or really tiny writing hidden in the margins or between the larger letters or other nasty tricks. It quite simply said:

We don’t fuck with you, you don’t fuck with us, we both fuck those Hell assholes over.

Yours Sexily, Lethice.

P.S. I totally wanna bang you. Give me a call, kay? *kiss mark* 555-GUD-FUCK

We had mixed feelings on the Lust Demon Queen wanting to fuck us. “Hm, okay? She wants to fuck us...uh, We’ll bring this up with the other Princesses.” No need to mention two are indisposed right now. “Let’s head back to our study where We can properly sign this.”

We led her back to the office next to our throne room, the said throne room still had the hoard of bits, gems and other things behind the throne because it was Our Hoard. Once in the study We signed it and it burned on it’s own, whisking away in magic dragonfire, but We pouted at seeing Lethice’s phone number burned into our desktop. She’s really thirsty for us isn’t she? “Well that’s done. Maybe you should make yourself scarce until We announce the cease-fire.”

“Good idea, since I’m ordered to be her Ambassador now.” Torturas grumbled. “So I’m here until this falls apart or something else happens.”

“Okay, We’ll give you a report once We hear from them.” We sighed then awkwardly sat there looking at the holstaurus who fidgeted and scratched her cheek. “Um...what?”

“Do you normies not fuck at all times of the day? How do you manage not to die of boredom?” Torturas asked curiously, making us blink.

“We just don’t, unless it’s breeding season.” We commented before the holstaurus dropped her tiny leather skirt. “Which passed a month ago!” We urgently added, covering our eyes to hide the glorious sight.

“Shit. Missed out then.” Torturas sighed before she pulled her skirt back up.

“Why do you want to fuck so much?” We asked, uncovering our eyes now that she was at least covered up.

“Uh...it’s my nature? Duh? Pegasi fly, diamond dogs dig and sister? I fuck people.” Torturas thrust her inadequately covered groin at us. “I mean, it’s all us Lust Demons do all day is fuck, get fucked, then look for our next fuck. What do you do if you’re not fucking, which we’ve all heard legends of how good at it you are.” Sex Legends are told of us? Among the enemy?

“Oh, well We’re mostly doing paperwork or minding our pups nowadays.” We explained with a blush on our face and failing to mention most of the former was taken care of and the latter was often done by Cocoa and an army of nursemaids outside of our visits to spend time with them in the early mornings and late evenings.

“Boring.” Torturas huffed, rubbing her bulge since that skirt wasn’t enough for storage magic to consider it viable for storing her massive package and swollen sheath. “Fuck. I might even try being purified if I can’t keep myself properly satisfied while I’m stuck here.” Torturas grumbled just before our door opened, letting in Urta who froze at the sight of the Demon General in front of our desk. “Oh, good. The second most storied legend among you. Mind giving me a good time since she’s not up for it?” Torturas asked our wife as casually as if talking about the weather.

“No!” Urta snarled even after Torturas’ cock filled the room with its musk when she whipped it out.

“Aw, fuck it. Know what? I’m gonna go get purified. I can’t stand you prudes. I can get Corrupted again when I get back.” Torturas snarled, putting her junk away and ducking under the door to squeeze past Urta who edged into the room to get between us and the general even as said demoness muttered discontently while she stomped out.

We huffed in relief since We had to keep our legs closed, barely able to stop from presenting our groin from her musk. “A minute more and We would’ve accepted her advances. Good timing Urta.”

“The fuck is going on babe? I came here when the guards said she went right past the purifying pools to the Keep.” Urta asked when she neared, putting a hand on our shoulder as We calmed down.

“She was delivering a cease-fire.” We huffed and tried to ignore our scent getting stronger from our wet lap. “Lust Demons are annoyingly simple creatures. She just wants constant sex, nothing else.” We grumbled before We used our powers to force ourselves to calm down.

“Still do!” Torturas yelled down the hall. “I have good ears, remember Imp?”

“We’re a Goddess and you shall not dare think of us as lesser than you!” We screamed out the door, foaming at the mouth, panting in fury as We kept ourselves from lunging for the door and teaching that cow who was the boss in this house.

“Whatever. I’ve seen you running before.” Torturas chuckled before the door to the foyer closed.

“That fool. We were but a simple archeologist and a wavering Undead back then.” We muttered in agitation, our twin tails flicking about and our tail hands stuck in extended middle fingers.

“Do you smell piss?” Urta asked with a wrinkle of her snout.

“That bitch!” We screamed in outrage at the small urine spots on the carpet of our study.

(<3)

“I apologize sincerely for any strife I may have caused you.” Answered the nearly vapid voice of the 8-foot tall dickless blue holstaurus that was the purified Torturas. She was just as hyper-busty, but lost her demon cock and balls. She also seemed to have calmed down immensely. She also, possibly, seemed to have lost more than a few IQ points…

“You should, you ruined a three thousand bit carpet that was donated to us.” We growled while wishing to punish her in some way. However, this new Torturas obviously was not the same person, just like that bitch We met in the forest wasn’t our beloved Cocoa.

“I’m sorry. I’m afraid I don’t have any means to pay such a cost. Not without returning home and getting money from my vault, but I fear my current state will be a sign of weakness and I’ll sooner become breeding stock than be able to return.” Torturas calmly stated, as if losing all of her power and status meant nothing to her. Possibly it didn’t anymore.

“We can maybe even the odds.” We sighed and spread our legs as We thought of Blessing her to the point of absolving all her sins in rebirth. We also wondered if Lethice would still want this girl as an ambassador or just send another Lust Demon. “Are you still loyal to Queen Lethice?”

“Of course. She is my queen, no matter how she may treat me.” Torturas stated with a calm smile and closed eyes, sending a hnnnng twinge through our heart at how matronly ara-ara she had become.

“If I didn’t like my mates to have a head on their shoulders when they aren’t pregnant, I’d totally go for that thicc goodness as a choice mate.”

We sighed at our conflicting desires as We looked at the number of Queen Lethice burned into our desk. “We can’t believe this…” We sighed before pulling Daring’s phone from our cleavage and then dialed the extremely tasteless phone number.

“Hello~, do you like my gift?” The Queen answered with a husky purr on the first ring. Creeper.

“So you knew she’d lose patience and figure she could jump ship and climb back aboard.” We sighed at the manipulative bitch so easily toying with her subject, a General at that.

“A bit, though I also hoped you’d fuck her. I wonder what kind of babies a pure lust demon and you would make. I actually gave her orders to try and be as seductive as she could.” Lethice purred with a disturbingly familiar accent that We tried not to connect to Visilia or her other Tartarus-born compatriots. “This way I’d both be free of a backstabbing bitch and hopefully see something new.”

“So you just sacrificed one of your Generals? Couldn’t you have put her on the frontlines where she’d be too busy to backstab and power grab and instead send some peon to act as your ambassador?” We asked with a shiver of disgust at how easily Lethice just dropped one of her most powerful demons like a hot potato right into our lap.

“Naw. She was a total bitch and even us demons can only stand so much bitchery. I’m considering having Letra removed soon too, she’s hardly any better.” Lethice casually mused.

“Great.” We huffed as the holstaurus inched towards us, blushing and poking her index fingers together. Dear Goddess she is unusually adorable. “Well, the minotaurs have been demons for centuries and nobody really remembers much about them. Anything We should know about holstaurus?” We asked in the hopes Lethice would at least tell us enough about our new ambassador to know of any pitfalls to avoid.

“They’re not like the Chaos Taurus Demons, so don’t treat her like one. Also Holstaurus is an all female breed that has slightly addictive milk if there's even a hit of Corruption in them. It was part of why I felt Corrupting the minotaurs would not only be quick, but also fun. It was~.” Lethice purred. “My offer still stands babe. I wanna fuck you like an animal.”

“Just because We agreed to a cease-fire does not make us friends, especially not fuck-buddies. If We do agree to have sex with you, it’ll be to Purify you with our holy fluids.” We snarled, causing Lethice to actually moan.

“Oh~ that sounds so hot! Your holy juices against my corrupt juices~! I wonder who would win~.” Lethice cooed before hanging up and We heard a beep, causing us to look at the photo she sent, making us blush at a perfect purple pussy absolutely drenched in femcum. Dayum.

*poke!*

We looked down to see Torturas poking at our damp crotch from under our desk, somehow having squeezed her thicc 8 foot tall body under it with a blush on her face. We felt embarrassed that apparently just talking to Lethice on the phone made us extremely horny and We were putting out our ‘fuck’ aura like a beacon, which We then turned off. “Hm? Why am I here?” Torturas asked and tried to get out from under the desk and she whined. “I’m stuck~!” We sighed and rubbed the bridge of our snout.

(<3)

“So everybody be nice.” We finished explaining to our wives and lovers in exasperation as Torturas shifted from hoof to hoof with an airheaded glee as she hummed a tune, sending her massive beach ball tits quaking in her tight leather top as her little cow tail flicked happily.

“We’re really doing this?” Urta asked with a scowl at the former demon.

“Yes.” We sighed tiredly. Not even half the day was gone and We wanted to just go to bed. Our usual morning routine being interrupted by Ember suddenly showing up and then Torturas has forced us to shove the rest of today’s workload off onto our understudies and We were still tired.

“I don’t see an issue with this. The fact we have a purified holstaurus means we can start breeding a free race of minotaurs.” Sabrina smiled as she approached the ambassador. “I am Sabrina. I am one of Wiatr’s wives and her geomancy and fertility magic specialist. Would you mind becoming a baby factory?” Oi, Sabrina, wait a bit won’t you?

“I would love that!” Torturas gushed, clutching her hands together under her massive bosom. “But won’t it get in the way of my duties to report to Lethice?” Torturas asked as our other wives and Visi approached us.

“I can’t believe that you’re getting in bed with those demons.” Visilia hissed under her breath and We urgently made a gesture for her to be quiet-.

“Oh no. She told Lethice she didn’t want to have sex with her, so she’s definitely not in bed with us.” Torturas vapidly informed our demon princess with a gentle smile. “I hope she’ll get in bed with me now that I’m not a demon anymore, but that still wouldn’t make her in bed with demons…” Torturas put a finger to her chin in bemusement as We rubbed our snout.

“She has extremely acute hearing. Don’t say anything you don’t want her to hear within several hundred yards.” We belatedly informed our lovers, making Visi look annoyed.

“Cocoa understands. Cocoa was just a lowly sergeant when Willow purified her and made her a mate.” Cocoa confided in her fellow former demon.

“Oh! Then she definitely wouldn’t be in bed with demons if she slept with me! That’s good.” Torturas beamed as she, Cocoa and Sabrina wandered over to the couches of our Keep’s private lounge where we were holding this meeting as they chatted.

“Since I communicate silently, I’ll voice our concerns.” Honey wrote in the air in front of her amber silk-clad green chest basketballs, the magic lettering hidden from Torturas by her body. “How will we be able to filter her communications to the enemy so she doesn’t report anything sensitive?”

“She’s not exactly ill-intentioned. Not anymore. She also requested to have a scribe aid her.” We answered. It wasn’t exactly subtle, but...Torturas was a few eggs shy of a dozen.

“Are you sure she can be trusted to just walk around and mingle with anybody?” Honey quirked a brow.

“Yes. She’s harmless.” We insisted and Honey sighed. “Besides, if she does turn into a baby factory she won’t exactly be able to go anywhere.” Unsaid was that said scribe would be the one doing all the work and thus able to control any info going back to Lethice.

“I still don’t like it.” Visilia growled in irritation as she avoided looking over at Torturas.

“We know, but what can We do? She’s already purified so there’s no sending her back just to be turned into another demon baby factory.” We sighed in resignation. No matter what, from now on, Torturas was here to stay.

“Better one for us than one for them.” Honey licked her deep green lips as she eyed Torturas’ motherly body with hunger. “Besides, she’s hot.”

“Honey.” Visilia groaned as she softly double-facepalmed. Thank goodness someone in our romantic unit is able to think entirely with their head and not their groin, even if Visilia is absolutely ravenous when it comes to us, the boys, or Urta.

“What? It’s true.” Honey grinned, making an extremely exaggerated hourglass shape with her hands. “Built like a damn brick castle.”

“That doesn’t matter. Look, it seems the situation is under control, but I’ll have some guards assigned to her to make sure she isn’t at risk.” Urta stated, unsaid was that Torturas was the risk. “But yeah, I’d do her now that she isn’t a total bitch.”

“Yay~!” Torturas cheered, tittering before going back to talking to Cocoa and Sabrina. We looked at each other and nodded before we all drifted towards the trio, figuring we were done talking behind the holstaurus’ back.

“Cocoa remember that mission. You were in charge of turning whole village. It was so much fun!” Cocoa giggled and we all looked at her in concern. Aside from her date with us she hasn’t breathed a word of her past to anyone.

“While I disapprove of you looking back on it fondly, you Lust Demons only want sex? You’re not doing it for any more insidious reasons?” Sabrina asked in dumbfounded curiously.

“All the sex. Nothing but the sex!” Torturas confirmed gleefully.

“Pretty much. Well, the Queen is, but she doesn’t talk about her plans.” Cocoa nodded in confirmation at the fact lust demons really just want to fuck.

“Oh no, not with the peons, but with us Generals she would go on forever about how the world would be hers and she would have the ultimate world-spanning harem to stablize someplace call Tartar...hm, maybe it is all about the sex for her too.” Torturas mused aloud. “Well, anyway. When are you gonna fill me with calves?” Torturas asked with her eyes practically sparkling in excitement.

“So, their Queen has goals similar to our lover?” Honey chuckled as We blushed and leered at her. We’re not that bad…

“Yes you are.”

Am not!

“Are too~!”

Shut up us! Um, why are We arguing with ourselves? The others are looking at us expectantly. Right! Breeding the busty cow babe demon ambassador!

“Not today. You need to be set up with a room, assigned a scribe, all that business.” We informed her, making her whine and pout cutely. “Sabrina and Cocoa will get you settled in, if neither of you have anything more important to do?” We asked our wives, who smiled and shook their heads, their hands quite clearly on the blue heifer’s thighs, making her slowly perk up at realizing she was still getting laid. “Alright then. Cocoa, no cumming inside her.”

“Aw~.” Torturas and Cocoa whined together but the three all jumped to their respective hooves and paws to giggle and scurry out of the lounge.

“Why was I worried? She fits right in.” Visilia sighed in amused resignation. “I’ll arrange for a couple of our Juggernauts to guard her, more for her own safety it seems.”

“Thanks. We still can’t believe this.” We groaned at still having the queen’s perfect purple pussy burned in our mind. “As if having Torturas here wasn’t bad enough, the Queen Bitch herself even burned her damn phone number into our desk.”

“WHAT?!” Screeched every remaining lover, even Honey’s air writing practically overtook the room. Ow, our ears…