Corrupting the Guild Staff

Delvin decided to test some things, so he told Hilthrika they would be experimenting with things. He decided to see what would happen when he used the current Hilthrika as a conduit to corrupt the guild staff, she was extremely excited at the idea, and Meltorna also wanted to get in on the project. The guild girls weren’t all that populous, only around a dozen or so. With eight or nine usually being active, the remaining members being on standby or enjoying their time off. Hilthrika decided to start taking advantage of this, with a clear abuse of her power, by having the girls she wanted to try corrupting first be off on the days she wanted to try methods. Half the staff were gnomes, Meltorna decided to make them her duty for the corruption experiments, the other half was composed of Kobolds, which Hilthrika decided to take care of; it was best that way, most of the time gnomes and kobolds couldn’t get along long enough to be professional with each other more than a minute or two.

The first thing they decided to try was Hilthrika making snacks with Delvin channeling his corruptive powers through her while she tried channeling it into the food she made. Something Marin kept under wraps was the fact she actually knew how to cook, no one really asked her about it when the inn’s menu was an option. The gnomes and kobolds had different schedule cycles to keep conflict between the parties to a minimum, and Marin was excellent at keeping the shift schedules arranged in such a way that interaction between the kobolds and gnomes was almost non-existent during the times they had to work. Meltorna opted to channel Delvin’s power through herself in a more direct approach via her demonic abilities.

As she cooked up similar treats to those Delvin made when he corrupted Reveria into Armarlia with Delvin in close contact to her (mostly because she just liked being in contact with him, he made her feel sexually excited), Hilthrika in the guise of Marin, could feel Delvin’s power flow through her into the food she was making, and sensation sexually excited her, far more than usual, she was going to be asking for another round of intercourse when this was all said and done; that was likely a side effect of her willing absorbing of a much higher concentration of Delvin’s power than any of the others he had corrupted.

Meltorna, too, could feel Delvin’s power flowing into her as she was heading out, but it was in a noticeably lesser level than Hilthrika’s experience, it turned out Delvin could remotely transmit some of his corruptive energies to his subordinates, but the levels at increased distances from him were probably due to a variety of factors. Regardless, the plan was underway, and the experiments were about to start. Meltorna really wanted to try out some of her demonic abilities as well.

The gnomes were all on wait, the kobolds were currently the active guild staff. At around eleven that morning, Hilthirika under the guise of Marin started passing around the corruption-infused snacks to the little lizard humanoids, much to their enjoyment; Delvin might have had the reputation for the best local food, but the fact Marin was also incredibly capable cook was only widely known among the kobolds themselves and they absolutely adored her snacks and treats when she brought them in. After handing out all the snacks, Marin returned to her office in the back of the guild to wait things out.

Klirki, one of the three kobolds Marin had as an unofficial aid during the more hectic times, came into the office to tell Marin she was feeling hot inside, and a little dizzy. This was a cue to Hilthrika her snacks were working their corruption through the dozen or so kobolds that worked as staff in the building, they even had a “lair” with a hidden entrance adjacent to the guild building’s lower levels, it helped save on space for non-staff at the inn. Marin walked over to her office door and ushered the kobold inside before closing the door behind her, then discreetly locked and secured the door. Marin’s office had a unique feature, when the door was closed and locked it cut off all sound to and from the outside, this was so that sensitive information could be discussed without alerting anyone else, the guild master’s office was also meant to have this feature but it would require a few extra steps and the team responsible for that either never put it in or forgot to tell the appropriate individuals what the extra steps were; Glacia and Hilthrika weren’t sure which it was, even when they were their pre-demon selves but they would have Meltorna get on that later.

“Is there anything you can do to help me out,” inquired Klirki, “I know it’s slow out there for the time being, but who knows when someone will bring in something that requires my assistance.”

“Let me check my desk,” said Marin smoothly, “I might find something to lessen the intensity, at the very least.” This was bold-faced lie, but the kobold didn’t seem to pick up on that. Marin made a show of looking through her drawers and desk cupboards before returning her attention to Klirki, “I have a note here,” she said, making a show of glancing at an open drawer, “that some foreign substances can have that effect, especially aphrodisiacs. Now, I don’t think it’s anything you’ve eaten recently,” she knew exactly that it was the snack she had given all the kobold staff, Klirki seemed to be more sensitive to demonic energies, Hilthrika would have to investigate that reason later, “so it’s probably best you remove your attire and we check over your body to see if something with trace amounts managed to prick you somewhere on your way in for the day.”

“That seems reasonable,” said Kirki as she began to strip. Like all kobolds, she didn’t have much of a figure most humanoids would find attractive. Klirki had a very flat chest, it was difficult for non-kobolds and non-dragons to distinguish males from females at a glance most of the time, Marin had been able to do so easily enough due to some of the unique quirks of being a dragon-kin; Klirki had a clear feminine figure if you factored in the absence of a bosom her people were prone to.

Marin made a show of looking over the kobold for a few minutes, causing the corruption to continue to build up in the small lizard woman before saying, “I’m not seeing anything on your exterior body, “let’s check the inside of your mouth, maybe it was something you bit before now that pricked the inside. The Kobold did as instructed, Marin admired the healthy mouth the kobold had, which wasn’t very common among her kind, “don’t see anything that could cause you distress,” said Marin. This caused the kobold to close her mouth, when the mouth was a little over halfway closed, Hilthrika struck and gave a deep kiss to the kobold on the mouth, releasing a mix of her own energies and some of the residual corruptive energies Delvin had given her during their cooking time.

Klirki reeled back the moment her brain caught up to what was just happening, but just as she was getting ready to try making an escape to report Marin’s strange behavior, she collapsed on the floor and began to spasm for a moment before her body began to change. The kobold’s body grew to reach Marin’s sternum, where they previously barely met her waistline. Marin effortlessly shifted back to the form of Hilthrika and watched as the kobold’s kinky changes continued. Klirki’s form took on a much more voluptuous figure, and she grew out a pair of DDD-Cup breasts in next to no time; her form also became more like Hilthrika’s demonic dragon features. Marin had read about this, and thus Hilthrika knew what she was looking at; the kobold had transformed into a Dracus Imp, an incredibly rare subspecies of imp that was almost as rare as a demonic dragon, like Hilthrika herself.

The newly reborn Dracus Imp fluttered her eyes open; they were the same style and color as Hilthrika’s, “Oh, mistress,” said the dracus imp in a much more sultry voice than her kobold form had possessed, “did you have to be so rough with your power?”

“Yes,” said Hilthrika in an even tone, “it was the only way to put the finishing touches in for our master; he granted me the power to give you all a rebirth as his demonic sluts,” this caused a wave of pleasure to surge through the dracus imp, “soon the rest will be reborn as your new sisters, resume your prior form for now, and make a show of returning to your duties, but make sure to send the rest into me one by one for their own rebirth, make sure to keep it from looking like you are sending them back to me in mass, wait for each return before sending out the next one. Once I have finished with the final member, they will approach you and let you know.”

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While Hilthrika was busy corrupting the kobolds, Meltorna was seeing what she could do to corrupt the gnomes. The gnomes, much like the kobolds, had a communal residence they tended to hang around, but theirs was a ways away from the guild building and hidden near the entrance to the neighboring forest; the entrance was difficult to find even when you knew what you were looking for. It took much longer than it should have to locate the entryway and head inside.

It took a few minutes to find the gnomes; Shirona wandered the tunnels and heard the gnomes were mostly in their workshop. She found a gnome named Tammy first; she seemed to be on guard duty. And Tammy almost shot Shirona with a bolt from her reinforced crossbow, “Oh, Shirona,” said Tammy as she carefully removed her hand from the trigger and carefully lowered her crossbow, “to what do we owe the visit?”

“We thought it would be a good idea to check up on your accommodations,” said Shirona, “mind showing me the nearest emergency exit? It’s always good to check on contingencies.”

“Right this way,” said Tammy as she turned to lead the way.

A few minutes later, they were at the door to the escape chamber; Tammy made a comment about opening the chamber to show it off but needing to save that for proper authorization or an actual emergency, “I understand,” said Shirona, “please lead me to the sleeping quarters, we should always make sure things are safe and secure.”

“Of course,” said Tammy, “this way,” as she guided Shirona down a passageway. As she was notified they approached the sleeping quarters, Shirona shifted her right fingers into Meltorna’s and readjusted the tips into something akin to medical needles. After the chamber was opened, to reveal three or four sleeping gnomes, Meltorna, in the guise of Shirona, quickly pricked the back of Tammy’s neck, immediately pumping a burst of corruptive energies into her target before pulling her hand away and returning it to that which was typical for Shirona, the gnome responded as if she was bitten by a bug at her neck then dropped the ground unconscious a moment later.

Shirona brought Tammy over to the door and propped her up next to it, she then went to the five sleeping forms, transforming her fingers to how they were when she infected Tammy, and lightly injected the breasts of the sleeping gnomes with her demonic inoculations, then she left the room to look around the tunnels, she already had gotten around half the number of targets taken care of. Just as she was getting ready to leave for the rest of the tunnels, Tammy’s eyes fluttered open, “Ow, what happened? Did some bug get in with you? Why did I feel so sleepy a moment ago? What is this burning sensation coursi…” she was cut short of her stream of questions by Shirona deeply kissing the gnome, pouring more corruptive energies into the gnome.

A moment later, Tammy began to tear her own attire off her body until she was completely naked. Shortly after totally stripping herself, Tammy began to shudder and convulse for a moment before her body took on the form of a collection of metallic alloys that shifted about her body in the form of gears and wires in regular, clock-like, intervals, and as her body shifted her bosom to into a EE-Cup bust. She had transformed into an Engineering Imp, sometimes referred to as a Spanner Devilkin due to their technical inclinations, they were a rare kind of imp that was often seen in the company of demons of Meltorna’s persuasion. “Well, aren’t you a curious little sexy slut,” said Meltorna with amusement as she briefly shifted to her demonic form before the newly reborn demon, “now, return to your gnome form, we have to keep things secret as possible until our master says otherwise.”

“Understood, Mistress,” said Tammy as she shifted back to her gnome form, her bust only being a bit bigger than usual, then putting her attire back on.

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Before the hour was up, all the gnomes and kobolds were either converted or in the process of being reborn. Almost a good hour and change later, one of the newer adventurers to the area returned to the guild hall with quite the haul herself. Madre was a centaur, a surprisingly attractive centaur, that was known for forgoing armor due to her training as a Monk. The dracus imps, that were formerly kobolds, watched the centaur's actions with a bit more vested interest than usual. Madre was known as a bit of an oddball, for the most part, spending days and often weeks out in the field just to go the extra mile for all the requests she took on. Today, she returned with a massive collection of Dire Boars; there had been reports of them causing issues in the neighboring farms.

From the looks of it, Madre had gone out of her way to travel to every farm in the area and take care of the boar problem personally, not just the two or three that had posted requests to the guild earlier that month, it had taken her a few weeks to take care of the matter due to the various distances between the farms and the return trip’s distance from the last of the farms she visited all the way back to the guild.

The centaur woman dropped the load before the guild staff and in her gruff yet still, very feminine voice, said, “Evaluation, Dismantling, and take the cost out of what you would get for selling the hides, meat, and parts.”

“You heard the woman,” said Marin from the back areas of the counters, hop to it. She gave the centaur woman a welcoming grin and nod, covertly eying up her DD-Cup bust and thinking of how much fun it would be to play with those after corrupting her into one of Delvin’s demonic sluts. “Took you longer than anticipated, I see,” continued Marin, “anything we should be made aware of?”

“Nothing too out of the ordinary,” said Madre, “on the way back, I heard someone connected with the princess is planning to be in the area in the next few days; seems she’s playing Adventurer for one reason or another, might be a good idea to give the guild master a head’s up. Did I miss anything important?” She made her way over to the mission board.

“Nothing too major,” said Marin, “some recent surprise developments with Delvin, but the guild had been helping him get a handle on it; you down how Demonkin can be with their little random bursts of power. As far as we can tell, it doesn’t seem to have any destructive elements to it.” Madre just nodded as she continued her trot toward the mission board.