Corruption of Souls

Ch.81

We spotted some very strange animals in the depths of the fourth floor. None tried to attack us, but they flaunted their malformed assets at us. They weren’t anthro, but clearly had some exaggerated sexual characteristics or other. It didn’t help some of them were literally fleshy masses vaguely given a defined shape with either giant tits or penises and balls attached.

It was like the Crimson from Terraria only less gore, more lewd.

“Are you doing okay Visilia?” We asked our mate after we reached the fifth floor and traversed the odd fleshy roots reaching down from the ceiling to reach the stairs to the sixth floor. After all, these people were similar to her own in their genealogy and origin, to see them fallen so low might be worrisome considering how bad her own people had fallen before the Doom Slayers came.

“I’m fine.” Visi replied coolly, before we all froze at hearing something crack against a pillar nearby.

Visilia brought a finger up to her lips and we quietly approached the noise, only possible due to the sound dampening enchantments Twilight worked into our boots.

With a peak around the corner, We saw a malformed Capra Demon rummaging for fruit. It had sickly black tentacles lining its back with penis glans at the ends of them. It’s skull-like head was covered in black flesh that oozes black slime. It had stumbled into a support pillar to get to a tree that had boobs.

“So what now?” Urta asked while pulling her sunlight swordspear from her cleavage when the Corrupted Chaos demon approached the tree and it started to fuck it’s vagina-like knotholes and suckle at the boobs.

“We do as Berserker would do.” Visi nodded her head before pulling out a Promethium Heavy Flamer from Warhammer 40K. “Purge the Xenos or whatever he calls killing abominations that shouldn’t be living. Let’s kill the corruption and purge the source to cleanse the place. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Considering this is all just instinct-driven flesh, sure.” We drew the Infinity pistol from our right hip holster and fired a stream of bullets at the tree. The holes the bullets caused gushed purple goop and made it scream before it retaliated with blue magic fire it threw at us from it’s drooping branches. Said fire didn’t harm the Corrupted flesh of the forest, but when it hit Urta it visibly reddened her armor with supernatural intense heat.

“Huh. I’m heat-resistant.” Urta bemusedly commented with a pat to her burning red chestplate and proceeded to ignore the fireballs.

“Hopefully it isn’t! Feel free to fry it Visi!” We barked and dodged away from the flames, not trusting that We were similarly resistant, draconic and siren abilities or not.

“With pleasure!” Visilia neared the tree and primed the pilot light, only to have to dodge back from two more Corrupt Capra Demons who lunged from the thick veiny foliage of the surrounding meaty shrubs wielding massive cleavers of bone.

Urta moved to occupy them with help from Alduin while We continued to fire at the evil tree and distract it from Visi, who primed her Heavy Flamer and began to hose it down with bright turquoise flames that were strikingly familiar in tone to a certain wife of ours. The tree shrieked from it’s many malformed mouths before going limp and the stench of roasted and burnt meat filled the air.

“An Argent Flamer using fuel made from Urta?” We questioned while said vixen and Alduin approached from having handily dealt with their opponents. This perked Urta’s ears up and she eyed the weapon with interest while Visi turned the weapon off and hefted it proudly.

“Yep! The Heavy Flamer is one of the most basic yet effective energy-based weapons in our arsenal. Of course R&D would put Urta’s fluids to use where the simplest method is so effective that it replaces Prometheum well enough. Now if she’s willing to keep donating like she’s been doing every day, we can keep our Prometheum for other uses.” Visilia declared boastfully and Urta blushed brighter.

“Um...I’ve been feeling rather backed up in the milk department lately…” Urta admitted sheepishly, as her milk was just like her semen, while only lacking the capability to impregnate females and herms.

“We can talk about hooking you up to more intense milkings later.” Visilia happily declared, unbothered that one of her lovers is a literal Argent cow.

“What’s all this about the fox’s body being weaponized?” Alduin questioned curiously and We sighed before walking onward, wanting to keep going. They followed thankfully.

“What? You like the idea?” Urta questioned with that sexy grin We love so much.

“It’s Everlasting Dragon tradition to use the bodies of the fallen for food, weapons, even decoration. The fact you’re using your body while alive to make weapons is actually really interesting.” Alduin replied earnestly and Urta chuckled.

“Trust me. When I had drunken sex with my wife over there in a dinky bar’s overnight room, the last thing I thought was going to happen was my body producing this miracle substance.” Urta lifted her head-conforming visor to reveal she had basically filled her armor with her slime, since her head was smooth and featureless for a moment before morphing to normal. “Then my body became the miracle substance. I’m not about to just ignore it.”

“Thank you for that Love, but let’s get on topic. The map the guard gave us says the Castle is...on level seventy-six. Starting a few towers north of here towards the peak of the tallest mountain around.” We interrupted as We looked over the map.

“Need some help?” We all heard Hunter’s psychic voice when he appeared out of the blue. He carried a large duffel bag on his left shoulder and he was back in his human form for some reason. “Wiatr, I got you some guns.” He said when he placed the bag down in front of us and unzipped it to reveal weapons from the Gears of War series. While We were very thankful for this...

“How did you get here Love?” We asked after We retrieved a Lancer, the chainsaw assault rifle. We then stuffed the rest in our boobs before realizing our cleavage was on display and We glared at our chest before it returned to being flat. It seems the armor reacts to our instincts more than our will. Damn our raging libido and Hunter’s sexiness. Even though he's human he’s hot. Wait, since when did our tastes find humans odd? Well, only a quarter of us used to be human...

“I followed you when I heard you were heading to Tartarus and I had a hunch that you don’t really have that many ranged weapons on you.” Hunter answered with a gentle smile. “Don’t worry though, I didn’t take these from the locals. They’re part of our standard shock trooper kit.”

“That is true, but our Infinity here literally has infinite ammo. Then again, it’s bullets are small caliber even if they pack a toxic mutation-causing punch.” We replied and then blinked before looking at our sister and lovers. “Sorry ladies, We didn’t think to let you look them over before We stored them. Do you want any guns?” Visilia and Hunter looked at each other before shrugging and shaking their heads while Visi waved off the offer. “Okay then.”

“Wait, where’s the map babe?” Urta questioned and We bristled in panic before allowing our cleavage back out and digging a hand in. We sighed in relief after We pulled the map out. “Okay, gimme that if you’re going to forget you had it.” We pouted, but did as she said. “Left, there’s a square that way. Maybe a fountain we can make into a base camp.” Urta directed and we turned left.

Not moments later, we all heard moans and groans from all around us, along with wet fleshy slaps. “Ew, are they seriously just having a massive orgy?” Visi asked in disgust, which was understandable considering how fugly everything here was.

“We guess so. Just move quietly and don’t make us a target.” We whispered before Urta led the group into the lewd and viscerally disgusting underbrush.

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We walked for a good mile through the entangling roots and grasping branches before we found the fountain square. It was between towers, hanging in the air on a wide spanning bridge supported by cables as well as braced on the mountain it curved around. It was clear this place was once a marketplace.

The Forest of Flesh of course grew all along this curving stone bridge. Thankfully, ironically enough, since it seemed the pheromone Miasma didn’t penetrate into the Forest. Rather, it was generated on the outermost layers of the forest and was reabsorbed by the Corrupted flesh. We all concluded the Miasma is literally the forest’s way of fending off invaders and ensnaring them as well as it’s means of expansion beyond it’s established areas.

We were about to get to work on setting up a Purification Pool with the putrid poisoned fountain as the basin when several dozen sonorous howls echoed from the border of the clearing. “Fuck, really?!” We yelped when several fleshy feral cerberi beasts entered the clearing.

“Okay, those things are super small compared to the anthro giants below!” Urta said with amusement even with a pack of forty having surrounded us. Every one of them had boners raging under them as they stalked closer. “I guess they make up for it with sheer numbers.” Urta pantomimed cracking her neck, which didn’t do anything since she’s slime. “Well then, let’s dance!”

Visilia swept her Flamer through the few closest to her and they squealed in unholy agony, which triggered the rest to rush us with bites and dark fire breath.

There were fifteen dogpiling Alduin and trying in vain to open her armor, but she became a whirling storm of claws, wings and tail that pulped and shredded the outmatched beasts.

Urta speared and sliced them with her swordspear, rending limbs and opening wounds here and there, lightning arcing across her victims. She was laughing the whole while too. Holy fuck that is hot and creepy at the same time. We didn’t know Urta was a battle junkie.

Hunter had crouched down and used his Vortex Rifle to snipe the beast’s heads with charged shots while Visi kept them away with her Flamer.

As for us, We boredly held down the Infinity’s trigger and shredded the fleshy unarmored beasts, the Slag-infused bullets punching into and melting them from within into puddles of purple mutative goo. Gosh this was unexpectedly boring. Urta seems to be having fun. Maybe We should just take out our hammer or axe and actually enjoy this encounter?

...That almost made us sound like Berserker. Maybe his bloodlust was getting to us. That or being full of his eggs for weeks and constantly spending time with him was getting to us. We shook our head, our boobs had sprung back out into bulging cleavage and our loins ached. Shit. These things were practically dumping out Corrupted pheromones! But our masks should be blocking them! Wait, that’s right! “Their fire! Their fire is energized Corruption!” We shouted urgently. “We need to kill these things faster!” We barked before noting Urta was missing.

“Urta!” Visi’s voice called out in fear and We turned to see Urta’s arm sticking out of a literal dogpile as said arm crushed the cerberi too dumb to avoid her still mobile arm. “Get off her you damn dirty dogs!” Visilia roared and fired upon the beasts assaulting our shared lover.

“Alduin! Help her!” We snapped at our general, who was covered in blood and had her helmet eyes blazing red. She snarled before she launched the corpse she had been using as a club at them, tossing a dozen dogs off our mate to show they had ripped through her armor and she was panting with lust as her nipples squirt milk, the nearest beasts trying to pounce and suckle at her beautiful glowing turquoise gooey mams. “Damn it, she’s getting Corrupted too fast.”

“Holy hell do those dogs know how to worship boobs. Can I take a break? I kinda gotta beat my meat here.” Urta managed to say between panting breaths and gropes of her leaky tits. “Or, hnng~ fill someone with pups. Or get stuffed with pups~!”

“This ends now.” Hunter grimly intoned before placing his fingers to his temples Professor Xavier style. All of the beasts around us wailed in pain and scratched their heads before their craniums exploded in a shower of gore. Hunter collapsed after that. Shit, he must have used his actual genuine telekinesis to do that. Wait, hadn’t he just learned that?

“This place is going to be harder to deal with than We thought.” We huffed and approached our fallen lover worriedly. “Hunter? Are you awake?” We knelt by him and rubbed his forehead, but he didn’t respond. “You rest sweetie. Thanks for the save.” We knelt down and retracted our helmet to kiss his lips before standing back up before Visi took our place at Hunter’s side while Alduin stood over the moaning and masturbating Urta.

We approached the fountain to see the water was a sickly purple-red. We pulled out the ingredients for a Bonfire and set the brazier up on a few bricks We put in the fountain so it’d sit on the rim for a convenient portal. Thankfully there were a lot of fresh bodies around to use for making the Purification Pool and sparking the new Bonfire.

We blinked in a moment of realization before We could begin devouring corpses. This was the first time We would be making a Purification Pool in a long time. We didn’t even do one for Carim since We’d intended to make one for their capital. “We’d better correct that in the future.” We muttered discontentedly to ourselves. The Skaven are our most devoted worshipers, it’s uncalled for that We haven’t even given them a Purification Pool.

“What?” Alduin asked as she kept Urta still while Visi pet her head, trying to calm the whimpering vixen who was humping the air needily.

“Nothing important right now. Guard us since it seems Visi has Urta and Hunter handled.” We ordered our soldier sister before We began levitating the bodies and assorted giblets to us.

“What are you doing?” Alduin asked curiously when We stripped naked and our body turned to slime while We absorbed the ingredients and began sizing up as We shoveled the meat into our maw. “Is this really the time for a meal? Especially one so tainted?”

“It’s how she makes purification pools. At least this time she can turn into a giantess so she isn’t stuck doing it as a nearly immobile slime balloon.” Visi snorted in amusement at how We used to go about things as We finished gorging on the corrupted flesh and began shaking and squeezing our enlarging breasts.

“Yes, it was quite the strain back then, but it’s much easier now.” We declared before We sprayed our already magic milk, which was now infused with the purification materials and some soul energy. Soon the purple-red slop that was clogging the fountain shimmered and turned the slightly iridescent clear of purification water. Then the plain Greek style fountain began gushing once more as whatever magic powering it wasn’t all clogged up. “There, now it will-.”

We were interrupted by the Magic Bonfire igniting surprisingly brilliantly and the portal to Unity opening up. Harmonia poked her head out curiously and cringed. “Well...this is a nasty mess.” Harmonia commented as she stepped out a little, rubbing her small pregnancy swollen tummy at the wretched abandoned marketplace. “You put my portals in the oddest places.”

“Hm, I wonder if the Comms are working now?” Visi muttered before she pressed on the left side of her helmet. “Calling Unity HQ, this is Princess Visilia. Do you read?”

Before We could ask if the connection was made through the realms, the market rumbled before wild vines that shimmered the same iridescence of our purification water sprouted from the base of the fountain and grew flowers that visibly puffed out rainbow pollen into the air.

The flesh that was touched by the pollen began to visibly melt into a slurry of liquid meat that smelled like impossibly delicious demi-glace while the whole Forest of Flesh shrieked in unholy agony.

“What the fuck is this~?!” We wailed with our ears covered before We remembered We’re slime and rid ourselves of all auditory senses. The effects of the ‘pollen’ were devastating to the Corrupted flesh in an ever increasing radius. Soon the whole bridge surrounding the marketplace was clear of Corrupted flesh and instead coating the stone in liquid meat.

We kept our ears nonexistent until the whole forest all around us and for a good distance both ways down the bridge was gone. We feared the Miasma would descend upon us, but the pollen was clearly a hard-counter to it, causing the pink pheromone cloud to hover beyond a nearly invisible barrier. Said lust-inducing cloud dissipated soon enough however, since there were no ‘trees’ producing it near here, but on the edges of the newly-cleared area bordering the Forest the Miasma still battled fruitlessly with the new Purification Pollen.

“Holy shit that was painful~!” Urta whimpered while covering her ears, clearly having forgotten she’s slime and could’ve spared herself the pain of the unholy screeching.

“What?!” Alduin shouted as she rubbed her earholes, having taken off her helmet.

“What was that?! People here are in a panic!” Harmonia called through fearfully while holding her ears too, only to dodge out of the way when several squads of Night Sentinels came through Harmonia’s portal.

“All clear! No sight of enemy forces! Princess! What’s going on here?!” Demanded one of the heavily armored soldiers, but Visilia was mewling on the ground and holding her ears. We were going to fill them in only for an incredible sensation of joy and gratitude to fill us moments before a green portal opened up next to Harmonia’s blue one.

“For our Goddess!” Skaven roared when they poured out of the green portal that must be connected to Carim. “Set Operation Base, put up bells! Guard portals!” Yelled the rat in heavy armor.

“Um, excuse us-?” We were interrupted by the Skaven knight practically throwing himself at our claws and even took off his helmet to kiss our toes which felt oddly satisfying.

“My Goddess! We have come at your time of need like you have for us! We will destroy all that oppose you!” The fierce and fanatical Skaven man declared and We felt deeply touched by his devotion-oops! “You are such a generous Goddess~!” He crowed happily when We accidentally blessed him. With what, We don’t know.

“Ah, yes. Thank you so much for coming. Is that portal to Carim?” We asked curiously as the Night Sentinels tended to our other party members and the Skaven Shamans began casting magic on the demi-glace, turning them into...meat slimes? Those are a thing?! That is so cool and creepy at the same time~! They’re like the Raised Bloated Corpses from Divinity 2! Only, without bones or other solids in them.

“Yes Goddess Wiatr. We’ve established a proper church to spread your teachings of consensual sex, responsible breeding, as well as reestablishing our merchantry guild under your teachings of free trade and capitalism.” The Skaven knight replied fervently and We felt beyond happy that they’d so graciously taken to our intent rather than run off with it and twist our words to their own interpretation!

“Is this some guild of mercenary guards?” Questioned a Night Sentinel in annoyance.

“Of course! Not just that though, of all trades under one roof, allowed to operate without restriction so long as they do not defy common decency or the tenets of Wiatr.” The knight replied proudly and We wanted to hug the burly hulk of a rat happily. “Our Goddess is so gracious!” Oh! We’re hugging him! He’s hugging back! Eeee~!