Corruption of Souls

Ch.99

Our mates stared at us after We read the after action reports of the mission and the minor Hell invasion of Manehattan. The battle was a blur to us, lost in a blinding fury as We were. However, we’re all alive and the demons are dead, their portals collapsed and another attempt at unleashing a Lazarus Wave prevented, so it all worked out.

“What?” We asked them after We officially signed our approval for the UAC’s space program, under strict supervision for how they abducted Urta and made so many Argent Slimes using both Urta’s donated goo and Morph Slime. Said slime people were dubiously willing folks from all walks of life who were offered large salaries to basically become Argent cows.

Deliciously ingenious We admit. They could’ve just waited though. At least nobody was actually harmed, if only having caused undue stress due to Urta being wrongfully abducted and detained. They’re getting charged for that no doubt, but otherwise they have everything on record and handed over for review. It’s all very frustratingly above board aside from Urta’s kidnapping and the rocket launch.

“You were cleaving through demons left and right. What is that sword made out of?” Runner asked while We reclined in the office of the currently jailed Director Downdraft, a brilliant pegasus engineer and theoretical physicist who was the one who decided to go to extremes to obtain funds for his private project which was legal, but resorted to an illegal means of obtaining the necessary Argent. At least to jumpstart UAC’s independent Argent production.

“It’s a Black Knight Greatsword crafted by the Giant Smith of Anor Londo, quenched in Everlasting Dragon blood, charred by Chaos flames and reinforced by Twinkling Titanite with a Slab to top it off. It's one of the few weapons on the planet that can be considered an Exotic +5 with a Sharp Gem enchantment to make it able to cleave through even the toughest materials. It also helps We can properly handle it one handed and swing it at mach two.” We explained with a shit-eating grin with satisfaction over our excessive strength.

“Love, why am I looking at ponies on my moon?” Luna asked after suddenly teleporting to us in distress. “How am I looking at ponies walking around my Moon Castle?!”

“We’ll explain that in a moment.” We sighed while silently deciding to ask about the Moon Castle some other time. “First off, have the troops finished releasing all of the Argent Slimes yet?” We asked our mates in worry. The sooner Urta is in our arms, the sooner We can relax.

“Not yet. We don’t know how the UAC is managing to pipe and store so much damn Argent. It’s not exactly volatile in biological form without a spark or something, but it’s still a dangerous substance and we’re not going to risk lighting a match in a firework factory.” Runner replied and We sighed in resignation that Urta would just have to wait a little bit longer for the UAC personnel to finish helping us take over the facility.

“Fair enough. Well Luna, these ambitious eggheads made a rocket that launched a potentially suicidal team of people to your moon as a proof of concept for the space program Downdraft wanted to make reality using Argent, which required him kidnapping Urta since he wasn’t going to wait for all the wars to calm down.” We informed our lunar wife, who gawked at us and then looked at the ceiling.

“Well then. I’m not about to leave them up there. There is no atmosphere on the moon, so I’d best go fetch them. I won’t be able to bring that rocket back however, it’s too big.” Luna then teleported away.

“Alright. I’m going to-gah!” Berserker was interrupted by Urta barging in, shoving Berserker and Hunter aside and into their other brothers, then she even grabbed the desk and launched it aside before leaning over us, trapping us in the office chair with her hands clutching the arms of said chair so hard they crimped from her grip.

“Found you!” Urta declared with that manic horny gleam in her eye that both aroused us utterly and also terrified us.

“U-Ur-mm~!” We moaned into her hungry lips when she claimed our own. We whimpered needily when her turgid tumescence throbbed against our lower abdomen, heating up our armor as it leaked scalding-hot bright-white shining pre that as usual somehow didn’t harm us.

“I’m gonna fuck you so full you’ll fucking explode!” Urta declared with her face full of manic obsession, one We would be more than happy to-!

“Nope! She’s exploded once already this week! That’s one time too many!” Berserker yanked her away from us and Urta suddenly became filled with dread, her overbearing sexual pressure lifting enough that We could think beyond our absolutely soaked snatch trapped in our armor.

“Y-you actually exploded?! Like I did?” Urta worriedly demanded, reminding us that Urta never got to meet Lillia because she was abducted before the Skaven Slime was Reborn.

“N-no. We had a snafu involving Pharos. He got unbirthed while the size of a normal fox, went big inside us, grew bigger because of us, then We managed to turn back into slime seconds before We burst, which spared us from respawning back at a bonfire and having to farm souls to buy vitality tinctures from the Handmaiden.” We ensured Urta understood that she wasn’t the one to cause us to pop like an overfilled condom. “Though, We wouldn’t mind bursting for you~.”

This made Runner grunt and draw everyone’s attentions. “W-what?” Runner awkwardly demanded and his brothers all thankfully decided not to call him out on his obvious arousal. Hnng~ We need to see more of Runner soon. Hopefully as a female~.

“As fucking hot as that is babe, I’d rather not actually pop you. Okay, no, take it back, I’d love to, but that’s also scary even if you’re Undead.” Urta admitted and then groaned as her bright white balls dulled back to their normal turquoise. “Guh~! I feel so backed up now, but I’m not about to just jump you right when I get back. I wanna go home, spend time with everyone.”

“Funny, you didn’t seem to have this much restraint just before.” Hunter commented with a raised eyebrow.

“To be fair, she did just get out of being stuck in a giant pot and fed junk for days.” Collateral said in defense of our wife.

“Indeed. Were I in such a situation, should I have my significant other available I might choose to fornicate as quickly as possible to get stress relief.” Pillar admitted in commiseration.

Wait.

The brothers are all here! They’re all in one place again! Too bad they’ll likely have to split up the moment this base is done being secured. After all, it is the largest store of Liquid Argent on the planet. It’ll need a lot of fortifying to stand up to a proper assault by Hell.

“Babe, I sense War-like thoughts on your mind. Could we please just go home for now?” Urta gently pleaded, her lip trembling as she tried not to break down. We hugged Urta close, nuzzling her as we kissed her cheek and the powerful woman choked back sobs as she clutched at us.

(<3)

“I like the new gear.” Urta commented after we entered the keep. Runner was the only brother able to stay, what with the others still active in Tartarus and elsewhere. “Especially the transforming weapons. What’d you call them?”

“She called them Trick Weapons. They’re clearly inspired by the ones from Ash, but are much more sophisticated. I’m getting a few for sure.” Runner answered for us while We led our dress-covered wife past Pharos who was his usual size and birth form, napping in the foyer.

“Hell yeah, I want a couple too.” Urta declared while she grabbed the hem of our black dress skirt and lifted it up as she climbed the stairs with us. “How do you wear this thing babe? I feel like I’m both naked and wearing a sheet at the same time.”

“Eheh, you get used to it.” We chuckled and kissed her left breast, which was presented with the top half of her boobs open to the air like it always did for us. The built-in corset did wonders for accentuating the chest.

“You look damn good in it Urta.” Runner declared with a thumbs-up and a cheesy tooth-sparkling grin. Pfft, Runner, can you be any more anime style?

“Thanks. Anyway, can we please see the Nursery? I want to see the kids, maybe coax the Womb Wards out for a breather.” Urta requested and We nodded before leading her to the named room to find Lilian with her Reborn siblings as Cocoa looked over the newborns.

“They really want to name their siblings.” Cocoa chuckled upon noticing us enter, her excitement at seeing Urta shown by her six perked ears and her rapidly wagging tail, but she withheld herself to keep an eye out as Hunter and Berserker’s pups circled around our latest litter.

“Hm, maybe they should name them.” We sighed in resignation with Urta snorting in amusement next to us. After all, We’ve proven We’re not very creative when it comes to names. Nearly all the best names were from our mates and wives. Aside from Indie Go and Lore Craft anyway. Those two were guided by Daring’s pony-sense-thingy when it came to names.

“Maybe.” Hunter said when he suddenly appeared behind us and almost gave us a metaphorical heart attack. Sister damn it Hunter, you were busy! “Done already. Paperwork.”

Oh, okay then. Our shock aside, the children were all throwing about Egyptian pantheon names at the moment, which were kick-ass names. Thankfully they kept away from anything that sounded too close to Nyarlathotep. Even if our adopted siblings did eat him or whatever, he nearly destroyed us.

“Well, this certainly is an interesting development.” Hunter commented as the pups kept coming up with different names.

“So far they have Ra, Anubis, Neophyte and I think Bastet.” We commented, scrunching our snout at Neophyte and Bastet, the first due to its negative connotations and Bastet because that was a cat-themed name. If anything, one of Sabrina’s kittens should be named that, it sounds powerful and beautiful. Oh no~ We just realized We’ve never had kittens with Sabrina~!

“Why would they even think of those names and where have they heard of them?” Hunter questioned us while he rubbed his chin in consideration.

“We have no idea. Maybe one of the books we have.” We shrugged after We got out Daring’s old flip-phone and We texted Sabrina, which no We won’t replace entirely, shut up. We frantically invited her to a dinner date, only to promptly get a polite refusal, citing all the work this uproar has caused in Saddle Arabia since a few of the Argent Slimes ‘hired’ by the UAC were Coven Witches.

Now turquoise cat-slimes had to be accommodated since they can’t make milk, breed normal kittens and have to relearn their magic since their Argent Bodies made their spells much more potent. Damn it! “Do you like any of them for your pups?” We questioned Hunter as We buried our disappointment at being unable to give Sabrina the love and affection she deserves.

‘Gah, the next moment We see you, We’re sweeping you off your paws and giving you kittens! You will have a lovely meal in bed when We’re done with you and shower you in love!’ We texted her in irritation, hoping our blunt desires would let her know she isn’t being forgotten. The reply was a simple <3 emoji, which made us cheer up immensely.

“No, not really. Especially when the Pantheons of Old Earth still exist. They might become very upset.” Hunter replied without too much dislike in his tone.

“True, but if they have issues with it from dimensions away, they can get bent.” We huffed in disgust for mentioning the so-called gods of Willow’s or the Doom Marine’s homeworld. Those powerless, ineffectual, never-present oafs can eat raw cactus for all We care.

“Maxwell!” Lilly yelled as she held up one of Hunter’s pups, making the baby sniffle and sneeze adorably.

“Lilly, be careful! Try to keep it down. Otherwise, good choice in name.” Hunter chided and then praised his daughter.

“Sorry.” The gray dracowolf whined as she set Maxwell down and the children kept thinking of other names.

“Thank you.” Hunter said with a voiceless sigh.

“Anton!” Marcus declared, pointing to one of his brothers from his father. He then pointed to his new baby sister, “Bryn!”

“Bastet!” Revix called out for Hunter’s new baby girl. No~ I want that for one of Sabrina’s! Aw, well, maybe she’d be willing to name a daughter Bast?

“Those are very good names.” Hunter said, giving them all the thumbs up. Even if they kept insisting on one egyptian name and it had to be the feline one, I hope she doesn’t feel any frustration about that later on in life.

“I guess they could handle it.” Urta chuckled and rubbed her flat stomach with a wistful smile. “Shame I can’t keep all of them. I can’t even keep more than a couple either.” Urta whispered sadly and then sighed. “Oh well, I knew what I was getting into when I became a baby factory. See you later Cocoa.” Urta called out to our matronly wife who blew a trio of kisses her way before we left the nursery.

“You have Sabrina and your kittens inside of you right?” We asked our wife, hyper aware of the fact that Sabrina chose to have Urta’s kittens due to us having been so damn busy from the moment she came into our lives that We couldn’t give her the litter she wanted, so she went to her old and rekindled flame Urta for it.

“No, actually.” Urta’s response set off alarms in our head. “I had to deliver them to Sabrina’s Coven a few weeks ago. Remember when I was gone for hours earlier than planned?” Urta’s words brought to mind that insignificant moment in Tartarus where Urta had to ditch her duties for something she claimed was important and We wrote it off. “I was in labor, Conger and the other Womb Wards warned me that my kittens were ready for the world, so I hurried to Sabrina and she took me to the coven where I birthed our 66 kittens. They’re being raised with them…” Urta’s longing sad tone was almost heartbreaking.

“Urta...” We mewled and rubbed her back as Hunter frowned disapprovingly, probably about how Sabrina chose to handle the situation.

“It’s alright. I can see them whenever I want and Sabrina spends part of her day with them like her Coven requires, so it’s not all bad. Still though, I didn’t even get to name any of them.” Urta muttered and then sighed in resignation. “So, about Tartarus? You didn’t overthrow the government on the first three floors did you?” Whoa! Deflection much?! Okay, We’ll drop it Urta.

“No, but we told them to stay out of our way. The last thing we need is inconveniences and incompetence, but Berserker is more than willing to kill Ninia and have Ailisiv take over. If anyone else has a problem with that, he’ll kill them too.” Hunter answered us as he facepalmed himself. Probably due to how stupidly complicated it’s getting with each passing moment. “In all honesty, I want Berserker to do it. Ninia has been acting like a Karen: unreasonable, nonsensical, delusional expectations.”

“I approve of offing that bitch. I’ve already heard about her demanding the hand of one of my sons with Visi. If she can’t appreciate what we’re doing we may as well pull out and let her clean up her own mess.” Urta replied succinctly with such venom that We don’t doubt she’d kill Ninia on sight, Thankfully by this point we’d left the nursery and were in the Foyer.

“It’s not like they have the means to reclaim what they lost. They can barely put up a fight. Then again, the moment we pull out they’re on their own, with an idiot of a bitch grade leader at the helm, leading them to death. Honestly it’s very tempting.” Hunter told us with disgust and disappointment. “It wouldn’t be difficult to have something happen to-.”

Ailisiv suddenly burst into the keep, sending the massive stone gates swinging open with a loud stony rasp when she entered with Ninia hog-tied and hoisted over her shoulder with a Cerberus giantess being the one who had opened the door. She then dumped her sister at our paws with a huff. “Here, turn her into a breeder or something. We found very stupid plans to try and use corrupted flesh to make drugs to Corrupt your soldiers and plans to recapture Velka.”

“...Well then. We suddenly have rather potent Tartarus demon breeding stock.” We leered down with vicious glee at the red-furred bitch who was squirming in her binds and looking at us fearfully. “Well, she’s not exactly our jurisdiction to choose a punishment for. Hunter?” We questioned him, since he is directly tied to another Tartarus, thus more suited to deciding who should have her and what would be done with her.

“Do you have proof of these accusations?” Hunter asked Ailisiv, which sort of threw us off. Why ask her that when you could easily just read her mind?

Ailisiv snapped her fingers and the busty Cerberus giantess reached into her cleavage to produce folders held in her pinched fingers. “Thank you.” Ailisiv said when she accepted the evidence and handed it over. We almost dropped it in amusement the instant We opened it.

“Like that would work!” We laughed hard and almost doubled over.

“Of course not.” Hunter smiled, putting an arm around us and pulling us closer to him as he looked at the evidence with wry amusement at how ill-planned Ninia’s foolish scheme was. Corrupt our soldiers, kidnap Velka, discover what gave Lethice her power and overthrow the bitch with a foolish intent to turn the Corruption around like some fantasy hero.

“She’s a fool and I have cast her out of Tartarus. I look forward to working together in the future, but she’s no longer our problem.” Ailisiv declared before nodding at us and turning to leave, her sister squealing and crying, clearly trying to implore her sister to reconsider, only for the younger demoness to leave with her Cerberus escort gently closing the giant gates with a thud.

“So, why would she even bother trying to marry one of Urta’s and Visi’s sons?” Hunter asked us as he circled around the now disgraced Ninia.

“Maybe ask her?” We sighed and wondered what Visi would want done with her.

“Right.” Hunter nodded before grabbing her mane and using his telepathy to torture her mind. “Tell us why you wanted to marry one of the children?”

“Hmph!” Ninia wailed against her gag and struggled before Hunter snarled.

“She was going to elope with one of them and just leave Tartarus anyway. Using the marriage as an excuse to leave and implement her plans to play hero. Thus dumping all of her duties on Ailisiv.” Hunter explained as he tormented Ninia further, tears streaming from her eyes as she cried and screamed. It made us worry about how far Hunter was willing to go.

“Well, what should we do with her?” We asked, hinting that we really shouldn’t go overboard with the punishment. If anything, it sounds like Ninia had a strong desire to escape her gilded cage. Well, she succeeded, but not in the romantic and fantastical way she’d imagined.

Reluctantly, Hunter reined himself in and let go of Ninia, leaving her a sobbing mess on the floor. “Solitary confinement. Leave her to wallow in misery for the rest of her immortal life. Never allowed to live a life, ever again.”

“Seems kinda harsh. If she really just wants to live her life another way, she has that right.” We mewled uncomfortably at the idea of consigning the selfish woman to such a fate. “We think that instead, turning her into a breeding sow to help Tartarus repopulate after so long of being under constant siege by Corruption for a few years at best is a good way to make her repay her failures to her people. Besides, Visi might not be happy if we do something too harsh to her.”

That moment when Visilia looked forlorn at the sight of Ninia was still on our mind.

“She deserves worse, but if this is what you want then fine.” Hunter growled a little as he glared down at Ninia, the mare flinching away from him in fear.

“I’m good with this. So who is breeding her?” Urta asked with a lick of her lips and a rub of her lower stomach since the dress hides male endowments.

“Why not both of us?” We suggested while looking the Alicorn over, the mare clearly terrified, but the tell-tale stiff peaks on her breasts gave away her anticipation.

“I’ll leave you both to it.” With that, Hunter left the Keep and Urta gladly hoisted the hogtied mare over her shoulder before the two of us giddily ran her upstairs to the private breeding/birthing chamber.