Corruption of Souls

Ch.89

three weeks later.

We were sitting in the repurposed Warden Office in Block A as We went over reports. The Prison was actually the Perfect spot for a main operating base once a lot of the repairs were done, which included finally eliminating Mr. X with Velka’s input. It was as simple as annihilating him with Urta not even a foot away from him. That certainly didn’t do our nerves any good! She absorbed his Argent when he was obliterated and now he’s gone for good.

“Oof!” We grunted as a kick in our womb stole our breath and We rubbed our washboard abs under our dress to soothe the brood We’d so dumbly enticed out of Hunter, Berserker and Urta. We’re not Fertility anymore, so We’re not absolutely inundated with newborn Skaven, but it turns out this baseline body is incredibly damn fertile anyway and We’re stuck here on clerical duties because We’re pregnant with 13 pups, two each from the boys and nine from Urta because she is Fertility.

The fact that none of these pups actually have any characteristics of their sires is disturbing though. They’re all Skaven. We’re not bearing gene-neutral children in this form. Instead We turn all into pure Skaven that only have this body’s specific unique genetic structure. We’re worried this may be a sign that our Skaven worshipers are indeed altering us to the core. Maybe if We are in another form this won’t be the case.

“Oh, demigods.” Eris giggled as she laid on our shoulder and nuzzled against our neck. “Hey Mama! You’re bearing the Council of Thirteen.”

“Should you be telling Us that?” We asked warily with a disapproving look at her. Eris’ casual dismissal of her impact on causality with her Time powers was fairly unsettling.

“Please, you don’t know what that is other than it relates to the Skaven. You can’t tell me you don’t know how much your kids will be shaping the future.” Eris giggled. “I only said a name from a wiki page in mama Willow’s world, those thirteen can decide what to call themselves.”

“Hm, even so these pups are an enigma. We don’t even know what We’re going to do with them since they’re essentially only our children without genetic fathers despite how they were created.” We sighed through our rodent nose as We rubbed our flat abdomen, enjoying the fact We could be pregnant yet not show it if We didn’t want to, like right now for comfort. Our contention was interrupted by Urta urgently entering-why is she glowing so brightly?

“Babe? I, uh, don’t know what’s happening!” Urta was petting her gooey tail which like her head was shining an almost blinding turquoise instead of the ambient glow she usually had. “Ever since I absorbed that Mr. X thing last week I’ve been getting brighter!” Ah, she’d been fully encased in her armor since then, so that was likely why We didn’t notice.

“Love, calm down. Getting panicked won’t do anything. Get out of your armor and let us see all of you.” We gently urged our wife and she pressed a few switches on her golden armor’s belt which made it collapse into a cube like all the fancy high-tech armors coming out lately-holy fuck~! “Oh~ Urta~...” We bit our lip and groped a breast at the sight of the beautifully shining Goddess of Fertility and War standing before us as a wave of pheromones blasted us and the steamy sultry heat produced by Urta made the very air waver like when Willow is indulging in her Jungle Siren powers.

“Oop, Maybe I should leave.” Eris mewled and held up a hand to snap her fingers, only to flinch and stay. We didn’t mind as We panted and rubbed our mons through our dress at the glorious sight of our Goddess.

“Babe, usually I’d be beyond happy with your reaction, but look at me!” Aw yis We’re looking~. “No! I mean look at me!” Urta demanded and We managed to look away from her leaky nipples and the flare of her divine dick to see how the more towards her ‘core’ the brighter the light within her was. It was focused on her lower abdomen where...oh shit! “Whatever is going on, I’m emitting so much raw power right now that my comm calls to Conger aren’t connecting through the interference!”

“We’ll go inside!” We eagerly declared as We stood from our chair, only for Eris to fly in front of our face with her arms in an X.

“Nope! Sit! I’m going in!” Eris frantically interrupted our opportunity to get unbirthed by Urta and quickly dove under Urta’s brightly shimmering basketball-sized nuts and into her, our divine wife gasping and moaning as her light flashed brighter for that brief moment.

“Guh~! Th-that felt even better than usual.” Urta groaned and leaned against our desk, her oppressive pheromones and other supernatural fuckery knocking us back onto our ass and We drove our hand under our dress to properly finger our cunt and uncovered a breast to self-suck. “Holy shit babe. If I wasn’t so worried I’d pounce on you right now.”

“Feel free!” We pleaded, spasming in weak orgasm as We basked in her radiance which intensified a brief moment as Eris flew out of Urta’s slick quim and was panting in arousal too.

“H-holy fuck. Th-the Womb Wards report the Womb is still stable. More than stable actually. Even if Auntie Urta explodes twice it’ll be untouched. Gotta go for a quickie by!” Eris warped away and Urta wavered where she was leaning against the desk.

“Oh~ I feel so...so…” Urta panted, looking weary and dizzy. “I feel like I’m gonna-.” Urta didn’t finish before her body violently detonated and destroyed the desk, sending us flying back on the rolling office chair to collide with the back wall and then topple over limply. The blinding flash, impact and deafening event left us stunned and uncomprehending for some time.

We laid there until someone was shaking us.

“What happened!” Visilia demanded as she shook us by the shoulders, helping us gather our wits and saw a frantic demon princess kneeling over us.

“Urta…” We weakly replied, unable to focus as a powerful and intimately familiar twinge struck our core as our uterus suddenly convulsed. Ah, right, Skaven have a gestation period of three weeks...!

“What about Urta?!” Visilia demanded for clarification as Urta reformed in the center of the room, causing several Night Sentinels which were standing guard to aim their guns at her. Huh? When were they here? Oof! Easy pups, easy. Mama will get you out soon.

“I feel like I’m burning! Boiling!” Urta hissed, her shining bright Argent slime visibly bubbling. “It burns~! Ah! Where is all this energy coming from?!” Urta squealed and the Night Sentinels all deployed emergency blast shields and ducked behind them, Visi doing the same for us. “No~! I-I feel it coming-!”

Urta exploded! No!

We all looked on in horror at Urta’s boiling hot Argent slime everywhere, all over the room, only sparing us thanks to Visilia summoning a barrier along with the blast shield. We wailed in emotional agony as We pressed our hands to the barrier and sobbed. “Urta...all of those babies...no…”

“...Wait, hold on. She just exploded twice?” Visilia asked in confusion, her assumption helping connect in our mind the muffled moments before the confusion that provided that indeed, Urta did explode twice.

“Uh...guys? What’s going on?” Urta asked, her voice echoing from her slime, then forming dozens of tiny Urtas, all looking at each other. “Whoa...trippy.”

“Are the babies okay?!” We cried out in desperation. Thank the stars Urta is okay, but what about the babies and the Womb Wards?!

“Um...yeah? Wait, what? How can we all have the same womb still?” Urta asked herself, then all walked together, reforming a single Urta, who had to stay on her knees to fit in the room. “Uh...where’d all the extra slime come from? I mean, usually I just stuff it into my womb or storage.” Urta shrunk back down, looking at herself in bewilderment. “The pain is gone and the light’s gone back down to my usual glow…”

“Are you okay?” Visilia asked our shared beloved Goddess who nodded in bemusement.

“Peachy, besides the fact I literally exploded in my wife’s face.” Urta huffed then looked at us with her ears and tail wilted. “Are you and the pups okay babe?”

This reminded us We were in labor and yelped as We let our full belly show and spread our legs when our water broke. “Ah! It’s been 21 days! Here they come!”

(<3)

It was a quick and easy birth. Ludicrously so. We birthed 13 nearly identical Horned Skaven with the tri-tails, draconic horns, fire breath, built-in magic foci. The whole nine yards. Everything We’re capable of in our Great Horned Rat baseline they can do too. Each had some traits from their fathers despite supposedly not having genetic relation.

Nine had a slight turquoise glow to their eyes, two had red fur, another two with grey fur, and those four had scales on their snouts. They all squeaked and scampered over us to suckle from our bosom as the doctor looked over us, them and Urta. We were still in the Warden Office, but We were laid on a medical bed that was rolled in and had two other beds put next to it for the pups. Urta was also in a separate bed on the other side of the room.

“Okay, are they really Genetically Neutral? What is going on?” We asked the Doctor, Fane of all people. He downplays his qualifications, but out of all the doctors Unity has at their disposal, Fane is easily the most talented and skilled with what many would deem to be unusual situations. He’s pretty much an omnidisciplinary magical doctor. Our own Doctor Strange.

“They are, but they’re not. It seems during conception you had a surge in power that led to them being mostly Skaven, but still having traits from the father. This surge made them powerful Demigods that left their father’s imprints to be very low on their genes. Basically they’re 10/1 Skaven to their father’s genes.” Fane explained. “Similar to all your children, just in reverse.”

Wait what? All our kids have traits from us? We thought they were all purely their father in the cases of the surrogates! Oh no! Have We unleashed a whole generation of sexy herm bitches on the world that will-?! “Breathe honey!” Hunter, oh yes, thank gosh Hunter is here. He arrived with the doctors. Yes. Hold our hand. Thank you.

“Most of the traits I’ve observed are physical. Scales, wolf traits, changeling, or pony in species that would otherwise not have such traits.” Fane informed us as he looked over a clipboard. “These people will be able to do as you have and breed true with any other species. Primary species determination outcomes will have to wait for the next generation to be calculated however. I’m willing to bet the mother will always be the defining dominant species characteristic however, but that’s just my hypothesis.”

“So we created new species?” We whined in worry as We pet our pups and enjoyed the soothing sensation of feeding them and snuggling them to our sides.

“Not so much. You’ve nearly erased the Genetic gap however. It's too early to tell yet, but we may not have natural-born males or females in a few centuries if my data holds true.” Fane’s input only made us feel worse! We’ll be responsible for erasing the sexy male beast? Destroying the purity of female elegance? Hermaphrodites may be glorious, but everyone would be one?

“Fane is correct, but that’s fine.” Sabrina chuckled as she entered with a smile. “Many families will most likely use your Potions to keep Males and Females in high populations.” Sabrina declared casually, as if the erasure of the original binary-sex system was no big deal. Sure, economically it was just fine, but socially it would completely rewrite most pre-defined notions.

“Well that’s just great. Ugh. Any idea what is going on with Urta?” We asked Fane as Sabrina approached our beds and began to coo over the pups, who took to the golden glittery goo cat’s presence with ease.

“She obtained a third Aspect which was accelerated due to her compounding unique conditions as well as already having War.” Fane informed us as he flicked through his already fairly thick clipboard contents. “She described it as being ‘Power’ but when prodded proved it was actually a less all-encompassing Aspect of Strength. Which, be cautious, might further develop into Power, by which point Urta might detonate with the force of a meteor impact.”

“Argent Energy must’ve caused the overload and sped up the ascension.” Hunter suggested and we all nodded in agreement. Argent was still mysterious and a constant when it came to Hell after they conquered a dimension where Argent was abundant. Now Urta is so potent she’ll be an even bigger draw for them than she’d already been. We’re surprised Hell hasn’t invaded to try and capture her again.

“It may have. Are you okay love?” Sabrina questioned gently while petting my pups.

“We’re fine Sabrina. Aside from the knock to the noggin, Urta’s initial detonation didn’t really harm us. Thank goodness for our obscene durability and vitality.” We gently insisted and looked over at Urta, who was getting her leaking tits milked by a portal milker and talking to a Scinox. “We’re more worried about Urta to be honest.”

“She has rapidly gained power and now it’s backfiring.” Hunter commented in agreement. “When you ascended into Goddesshood, you paid the price with being ill in bed. Urta basically took that from you with her nature and actions making her more suitable, then you dumped War on her even if she did agree with it. Now she’s obtained a far more abstract Aspect and she exploded twice as a result.”

“It makes me a bit worried about what I’ve heard through the grapevine about you and your brothers coming into your own Aspects and nearing ascension. Divinity is no simple or laughing matter. It has driven entities far older and more powerful than you insane with it’s trials. Wiatr is not a good example of coping either.” Fane commented reasonably and-hey!

“Hey~!” We whined in disapproval of being considered crazy. Just because We have four voices in our head does not make us crazy! Especially since We are all still individuals!

“So how are things going here? We’re all sort of resting on our laurels and handling the day-to-day back in Unity.” Sabrina questioned us after she casually whipped her breasts out and let our pups drink from her after they’d adjusted to her presence.

“We’re clearing a path to the Elysian Fields. We were stuck here because We were pregnant, but now with the pups born We’ll get back on it soon.” We declared as a few of the pups decided to snuggle our boobs and We smiled with incredible love in our heart at them.

“My Ghosts and I have scouted all that we could. It’s up to Berserker and them to clear the way.” Hunter informed us, which was good news. That was what We were hoping to hear before Urta barged in and exploded.

“Then the moment there’s a good FOB found We’ll make a purification pool to help our influence spread. Although, what is with the reports of seeing a woman in black robes following you guys?” We asked Hunter worriedly. For all We know, a fanatic could have revealed themselves upon hearing that Velka was freed and now with us back in Unity, even if under guard.

“We don’t know what her motives are. She isn’t hostile, but she isn’t helping us out either. If anything, she's an Observer.” Hunter told us.

“Do you have anything about her?” Sabrina questioned as the last of the pups finished supping from her breasts and fell asleep cuddling our sides.

“The reports say different things depending on which person is writing them. Though predominantly she’s a large lizard with large claws.” We answered with apprehension.

“That’s it? Nothing more detailed than that?” Hunter raised his brow.

“Other than being female? She appears after a massive battle, which has been happening a lot in this city thanks to us.” We replied in annoyance, since Hunter already knew all this. Why have us parrot his own reports for Sabrina’s sake?

“Sorry, I was hoping our forces would get more because I can’t seem to glean more from this entity with my telepathy. It’s like trying to see through a brick wall.” Hunter apologized with a shrug.

“That isn’t very reassuring.” Sabrina muttered uneasily and We nodded solemnly.

“Wouldn’t Runner have a better chance at using such things to investigate?” We remember that Runner was the brother most skilled with esoteric magic.

“No news of his whereabouts or return. We’re on our own.” Hunter let out a sigh.

“Is he Okay?” We whined, hoping he wasn’t hurt.

“... I can’t say. Wherever he is, my Mind’s Eye cannot find him. This worries me.” Hunter’s ears fell flat.

“Ugh, why can’t anything be simple?” We grumbled and then sighed as We looked around at the thirteen obviously important little pups We’d just birthed and closed our eyes. “Why can’t things slow down? Let us just rest and be a family for a while? Instead of always fighting or preparing for the next fight?”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Hunter smiled at us. “Our jobs tend to keep us busy, don’t they?”

“They do.” We mewled and hugged our newborns sadly, knowing We won’t be able to be there for them like their older siblings.

“How have our children been?” Hunter asked as he pet the two Skaven pups that had his fur and snout scales. “Come to think of it, we haven’t given ours any names.” Great, more things We forgot to do.

“Berserker and us had already named the group already born. Honestly, your children besides this one girl who loves hiding from us and laying traps are well behaved.” We said as We opened up our mind to share what We could from our experiences with them. “Cocoa is their primary caretaker though, so she’d be able to tell you more.”

“Awww, what a sweetie~. We’ll name them once we get back.” Hunter declared eagerly and We snorted in dispute with that claim.

“That ‘sweetie’ sent mama up to the top branches of Harmonia one day.” We were not happy having to dig all the razor sharp gem leaves out of our mangled body. Thank gosh We’re Undead and incredibly resilient or that would’ve hurt way more and killed us. Hunter cringed at the memory and scratched the back of his head.

“Sorry honey, but I can’t help feeling proud of her for such a complex and ingenious trap.” Our Samurai Wolf said, his smile growing slightly. “She’s definitely the Shinobi type.”

“No more tricks!” We demanded with a snarl from and he raised his hands in a placating manner.

“Hey, I’m not going to avoid teaching her this stuff. She’s a born natural!” Hunter insisted and We huffed as Sabrina shook her head.

“Your litter better not all be ninjas.” Sabrina only knew what ninjas were because of Willow.

“I wouldn’t put it past them, but that one little girl of ours is already ahead of the bunch.” Hunter stated proudly and clearly eager to further her talent.

“Why did We mate the one that would give us ninja babies that would torment us?” We whined and sunk into the medical bed in resignation of our fate.

“Last I checked, you mated with all five of us. One of Berserker’s boys is becoming the strongest, my little girl is the most stealthiest, what do you think the other three’s children are gonna be? Although, if I have to guess Runner’s on children, they’re all gonna get his right eye.” Hunter’s supposition made no sense. That is an artefact, not an actual organic genetically passed-down eye. “Honey, the artefact came from a Warp-God. What does that tell you?” That Tzeentch is still an indecisive mollusk who needs to take his meds. “Fair enough.”

“So long as-eep!” We squeaked when something shoved its way into our womb and We groaned at seeing Hermais’ tail before he finished crawling inside to sleep in our womb. “Damn it, We need to talk to him.”

“I’m afraid I can’t help you with that.” Hunter told us with a sigh.

“Thanks for even considering the offer. So what now?” We asked Fane, since he was the one running things here on the medical side, which of course everyone else must adhere to first.

It was about then we started hearing what sounded like Death Metal playing in the building. “What is that?”

“Ah, that must be the Skaven Song Squadron that arrived earlier today. Now then, I’m going to need a lot of signatures. Start by signing here.” Fane’s words made us groan at the dreaded inevitable evil of all things.

Paperwork.

(<3)

“So there’s a Song Squadron?” Berserker asked as we followed the band of Skaven musicians across the bridge.

“Yes. They’re led by a pony singer and made their instruments out of Hell Demon parts. They rip things apart and manipulate the building blocks of the world with music.” We replied with starry eyes, our trio of tails wriggling in our armored single dragon tail and our ears wiggled in appreciation of the badass music they were playing.

“They’re a recent creation after we learned Pony voices are similar to our instruments. Ironshod the earth pony stallion up front started singing along with their music and a tree nearby he was singing towards exploded into wood-carved skeletons and started dancing. He can’t do that normally, so they figured he’s directing their music.” Alphonse explained to us among the core of the Skaven soldiers that were moving a large amount of equipment along with us to more quickly establish a new FOB in the Elysian Fields.

“You know, something happened when I heard the band.” Berserker said as he looked down at his right hand. “It seemed to have affected my Crusaders and I the most. Like a power surge washed over us and the need to slaughter became difficult to resist.”

“D&D Bards! Wooo!” We cheered as Willow nerded out upon realizing what was going on. “Debuffs and Buffs from music and inspiration! Haha!”

“Wait, I thought it was O&O.” We slapped Berserker’s thigh with our armor’s tail for his cheeky comment. “What? That’s what they call it here!”

“Yes and We need~ to play! On a day off.” We demanded insistently. Daring herself was quite the O&O player back in her college days when she wasn’t working on her scholastic achievements.

“You just said that because Dungeons and Dragons here is Ogres and Oubliettes.” Hunter rolled his eyes at Berserker’s attempt at being funny.

“Well it ain’t Bunkers and Badasses, I can tell ya that much.” We laughed at that Borderlands reference Bryan made, which was funnier with that slight southern accent he pulled off.

“Stop, aren’t we on an O&O adventure anyways? We’re campaigning in a foreign country with allies we made along the way and older quests and off to find the evil in the castle.” Hunter commented with a smile.

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Whatever.” Berserker shrugged at his brother. “I mean you’re not wrong, but I wouldn’t be fond of doing this sort of quest. Especially when said quest is full of sex.”

“True, this is not at all PG right now.” We huffed as we passed some of the dead flesh trees.

“Pfft! Fuck family friendly bullshit. I’d rather get into the gritty, hardcore violent aspects of the game. That’s the only thing that will keep me entertained.” Of course Berserker, forever a warrior.

“Well, we’re almost to the Castle. Are the Barbarian, Rogue, Cleric, Fighter and Paladin ready?” We joked playfully in regards to our group’s abilities.

“What the absolute fuck are you all talking about?” The Fighter, Alduin, demanded with supreme irritation questioned and We chuckled at her expense.

“Give me something worthy to kill! So that I may spill its blood and claim its skull!” Berserker hammed as if We were seated at a table right now.

“Please be patient and don’t charge in again. I won’t be able to watch your back.” Hunter retorted with a smile.

“Am I the Cleric or the Paladin?” Alphonse questioned and We patted the oblivious darling loyal child on the shoulder.

“We’re the Cleric class since We do the most healing. At any rate, we’re ready.” We sighed and patted our Infinity on our hip.