some form of all 3.

(i'm going to retcon that Celestia's Whip's slut soldiers are referred to as 'scouts' since they dress the part anyway. Calling them 'whip' is going to get really confusing with how inquisitors use whips as their primary weapons quite often!)

>The leading scout nods at two other scouts.
>They nod back, falling in line next to you and Sunset. 
>They're each clad in the standard leotard-and-skirt uniform in different color schemes, their legs propped up on somewhat individualized footwear.
>The one next to you is wearing the blue variant, with her high-heeled boots coming up to her knees.
>The one next to Sunset is wearing the red variant, wearing normal-looking red stilettos.
>The red one blushes and tugs down at her scandalously short skirt, looking very self-conscious about exposing herself in front of the Arch Inquisitor.
>"Focus, rookie!" The leading scout snaps at her. "You're a slut soldier and that's how a slut soldier dresses. Do I need you to knock you back to being an acolyte?"
>"N-no, honored slut," the red one snaps to attention, clamping her legs together. "I'm a slut soldier and I'll do as ordered!"
>"Good. Now--"
>The leading scout turns to you.
>"Remember your slut combat training, acolyte. May the Goddess guide your thrusts."
"Y-yes, honored slut."
>"Thank you for the pep talk," Sunset says, mildly annoyed. "We must get going. The sluts must be horny and afraid."
>"Of course, honored slut."
>The leading scout pulls off a sharp salute, slapping her own ass hard enough to make you wince. 
>"Lead the way, acolyte," Sunset says, pointing towards the arboretum's direction.

x x x

"Arch Inquisitor?"
>"Yes?"
>The four of you are halfway to the arboretum, strutting down the conspicuously wide walkway lined with various offices, shrines, and classrooms.
"If you were so close to the alchemical blast, then how did you make it out of there without being affected severely by the horny miasma?"
>You hear Sunset's steps break for a second before it resumes click-clocking on the hard floor.
>"I was close enough to see the Dishonored Whore breaking the flask," she hisses behind her gas mask. "I was horny *immediately*. Horny enough to nearly lose consciousness." 
"Holy Celestia..."
>"I was inadequate and failed to stop that whore from harming the Goddess's sluts. After helping out whatever victims I could find -- loading them up on MILF ambulances, performing mouth-to-mouth reslutstitation, I curled up in a corner and cried."
>You and the two scouts exchange glances.
>THE Arch Inquisitor Shimmer, crying in a corner? 
>"I failed my duty and I couldn't bear the shame," she continued. "I laid there, fingered myself to climax over and over again, giving in to the horny."
>"There's nothing to be ashamed of, honored slut," interjects the blue scout. "You are the strongest, most dedicated slut of the Church. Why, if it had been any of us that close to the alchemical blast, we would've collapsed and become serial masturbators. Uncurable nymphos!"
>Sunset shakes her head. 
>"Thank you for your kind words, scout. But an Arch Inquisitor needs to do better. I should've knocked the flask out of that whore's hands instead of standing there dumbfounded."
>Silence.
"So uh, what happened after you... You know."
>"Fingered myself raw to multiple orgasms?"
>Sunset giggles as you blush furiously at hearing those words out of an Arch Inquisitor.
>"I had a visitation from Celestia. I think. I saw her... Felt her, touching me. Her holy hands peeling my thong aside, fucking me lovingly with her blessed strap-on."
>"By the Goddess," mutters the red scout in awe and reverence.
>"Yes," Sunset's legs wobble as though remembering the holy act with her body. "The holy saint herself brought me to sacred orgasm, humping and thrusting against my needy pussy. She kissed me deeply and I sucked on her holy saliva, clearing my head of the profane horny."
"Celestia be blessed," you mutter, crossing your tits and navel as Sunset narrates her sacred experience.
>"Yes... mmmf," Sunset stumbles, leaving a trail of her juices on the pathway as she walks slower. "As I approached my second orgasm, she instructed me to go down to the guest center to help an acolyte in need. Her holy orgasm and saliva bestowed upon me would guard me against the horny, but only temporarily."
>Huh? 
>Celestia herself directed the ARCH INQUISITOR to go down to the guest center complex to... Help (You)?
"An acolyte? Me?"
>"Celestia's words, acolyte. Our holy slut works in mysterious ways."
>"Wow, you must be someone special," says the blue scout, playfully slapping your ass underneath your acolyte's skirt. "You must be over the moon!"
"That can't be! M-maybe she meant some other acolyte?"
>"Well, did Arch Inquisitor help any *other* acolytes in the vicinity?"
"No..."
>"See? Spe-shul~"
>"I wish I was Celestia's special acolyte," mutters the red scout, fidgeting her hair. 
"That can't be," you protest. "Celestia already has a personal student. High Priestess Twilight."
>"I dunno," says the blue scout. "Maybe she's looking for a second one!"
>Hmm...
>An awkward silence falls over the group. 
>You're almost at the arboretum now.
>You see tall trees jutting out above the buildings' rooflines.
>The shrines have more and more flowers piled up by them as you get closer to the greenery. 
"So uhm," you start, trying to break the silence. "Arch Inquisitor. Are you and Inquisitor Glimmer like... Fucking?"
>Sunset throws her head back and laughs.
"I-I'm sorry if that's a personal question! I was really curious--"
>"We're not," Sunset reassures. "Inquisitor Glimmer was one of the revolting inquisitors back in the day, unhappy with how the Church was dealing with heretics."
"Yes, I've learned this in history class."
>"Good girl," Sunset nods in approval. "Then you also know about how most of them were squashed and reeducated back into the Goddess's graces."
"Yes, I recall."
>"Well, Inquisitor Glimmer was my reeducation student. She has good intentions, but incredibly zealous. And--"
>She pauses.
>"Honestly, she was a difficult student. I had to graduate her early when she developed submissive feelings for me and started to *enjoy* the disciplinary punishments."
"I could tell."
>"Yes," Sunset sighs. "I still keep close tabs on her, trying to reinforce some of the teachings that she clearly missed out on. It's an ongoing process with her."
>"Arch Inquisitor," the red scout interrupts, pointing at the arboretum gate. "Look!"
>She hurries over on her red heels and bends over to pick up a discarded piece of clothing. 
>You get a glimpse of the red scout's leotard.
>It's cut so scantily in the back that you can't blame her for fidgeting with her skirt earlier. 
>"An acolyte's bra," she says, holding up the lingerie. 
>It's unclasped at the front between the cups. 
>Sunset takes it and inspects it. 
>"31 bust, C-cup," Sunset mutters. "It's cold. Whoever it was, she stripped out of it long ago."
>"Look, there's more!"
>The blue scout points at the trail of discarded lingerie, bits of slut regalia, and crumpled thigh-high boots.
>"The clothes... they're all cold, Arch Inquisitor," she says, after touching a girlcum-soaked thong. "They've been here a long while."
>"This must be it," Sunset growls. "Sluts, vaginal diamond formation! We must stay alert."
>The scouts' hands glow as they summon their holy weapons. 
>The blue scout readies her dildo-tipped spear and stands in front of the formation, followed by the red scout in the rear with her belt of cum-filled condoms.
>You and Sunset stand some distance apart, forming the flanking vertices of the diamond.
>Sunset unsheathes her dual riding crops.

Your weapon, acolyte?

>Unfjolnir -- A shocking holy weapon charged with slut electricity, may induce involuntary orgasm on hit. Can be thrown very, very far.
>Sexual Assault Rifle -- Fires precum-tipped micro-dildos that explode into holy semen on impact.
>Whorebital Laser Designator -- Point, click, and watch the target cum themselves to unconsciousness. Can only be used on a stationary target.
>(write-in) 

How do you advance through the arboretum?

>Steady -- Those sluts need to be found quickly, but you should watch out for potential ambush by the Dishonored Whores.
>Quick -- The lone alchemical bomber may have been the only Dishonored Whore in the entire compound. No time to waste! The sluts must be found before they cum themselves to stupor.
>(write-in)

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Whorebital Laser Designator + Quick

>You close your eyes and focus on the slut magic welling up in your womb.
>You feel your womb tattoo glowing warmly as you become a little aroused.
>The world around you disappears as you're thrown into a radiant transformation sequence!
>Your body floats midair as you close your eyes shut, feeling the sensation of thicker and sluttier eye makeup being etched over and around your eyelids.
>Speaking of eyelids, they feel slightly heavier as your eyelashes become fuller and longer!
>Your lips tingle as an invisible lipstick colors them sultry red.
>A gust of breeze kicks up from below you, fluttering up your acolyte's miniskirt and making it glow.
>It becomes floofy and airy as a ruffled underlayer flares it outward, nearly exposing your panties and leaving very little to the imagination.
>A pair of thigh-high stockings crawl up your naked legs, stopping just below the hemline of your shortened skirt, and materializing a pair of black stripper heels on your feet.
>Your standard acolyte blouse becomes tighter, your bra evaporating away and leaving your nipple bumps very visible.
>The buttons near the top disappear one by one, until you're showing a ton of cleavage.
>A heart-medallion choker materializes around your neck, glittering with the Goddess's blessing.
>Then, a dildo shaped wand -- the laser designator -- appears in your hand and vibrates loudly!
>The holy transformation completes with a thrum of slut energy radiating from your womb tattoo.
>It's truly a sight to behold...
>But for everyone else, all you did was float midair briefly and get your clothes changed to slutwear in an instant. 
>"Hey, nice slutwear," compliments the blue scout. "Nice dildo, too!"
>"Impressive," Sunset nods in approval. "A Whorebital Laser Designator. I've never heard of such holy weapons being entrusted to an acolyte. You really must be special."
"Th-thanks..."
>The red scout mutters some holy words into one of her cum-filled condoms. 
>It glows bright and floats midair. 
>"It can get dark in the arboretum," she explains. 
>"Good work," Sunset grins. "Now, let's go find those sluts!"
>With that, the four of you burst forward, keeping your vaginal diamond formation.

x x x

>The red scout's glowing, cum-filled condom lights the way as you keep up the brisk pace.
>All four of you are swiveling your heads, looking for signs of a stray slut or discarded pieces of slutwear. 
>In fact, the trail of slutwear ended a few yards ago, when the last thing you found was a familiar-looking choker.
>Well, it looked just like any of the choker variants that full-fledged sluts wear with their slutty garb, but that one *felt* familiar. 
>Like, you've sensed that particular slut aura in person before.
"Arch Inquisitor," you begin. "The choker back there, I think I--"
>"SHHH," Sunset hushes you, gesturing at everyone to stop. 
>Everyone stops and kneels down, listening intently.
>At first, you can't hear anything. 
>Few seconds later...
>You hear a very quiet grunt from somewhere to your left. 
>Followed by a feminine moan.
>You exchange looks with the two scouts.
>As your ears adjust to the quietness of your surroundings, you begin to hear murmurs, slaps, repeated thrusts, moans, all coming from somewhere to your left.
>You even catch fragments of what sounds like an incantation, but its words are not familiar. 
>In fact, it sounds... Unholy. Profane!
>You cover your ears and try not to retch.
>Even this far away, the Dishonored Whores' incantation is making you ill!
>Such foul sorcery!
>The red scout motions at you to stay still.
>She picks up a grain of sand from the ground and throws it at Sunset, grabbing the Arch Inquisitor's attention. 
>The red scout makes a series of hand signs that you don't understand. 
>Sunset looks on, then makes a bunch of hand signs herself, punctuated at the end with a firm fist pumping down once. 
>The red scout nods, takes out another cum-filled condom from her belt, and inflates it with her mouth.
>The blue scout waves at you.
>You look at her.
>She points at you, touches her back, and mouths 'stay on me'.
>You nod nervously.
>The red scout makes eye contact with the three of you, then raises a fist.
>One finger.
>Two fingers.
>Three fingers.
>The red scout gets up and throws the inflated condom toward the direction where the moaning came from.
>It flies in the air like a football, glowing dimly as the holy semen within stirs wildly.
>It disappears into the trees.
>You see what seems like a camera flash casting shadows all around you then you hear a loud *BANG*.
>"AAAUUUGH!" 
>"I CAN'T SEE"
>"MY DILDO, BRING ME MY DILDO! IT MUST BE THE SLUTS!"
>"GLLLLRRGH!"
>Multiple voices scream from somewhere in the woods.
>Sunset gets up, readying her dual riding crops, and gracefully runs toward the screams.
>You get up and follow the blue scout as she charges forward with her dildo spear.
>She hops over a tree stump and you nearly don't make the jump.
>You stumble awkwardly before catching up to the blue scout.
>Agh, focus! 
>You get busy dodging branches, hopping over thick roots, getting leaves in your mouth...
>You arrive at a clearing strewn with cut ropes and pieces of clothes.
>In the middle, several sluts are laying or standing naked with their womb tattoos glowing bright, their pussies leaking cum or skewered by a deranged-looking stud.
>They're surrounded by studs, all looking dazed and deranged from the cum flashbang, but still thrusting away at the exhausted looking sluts.
>One of them groans in pain as he climaxes, sending just a dribble of watery cum down the slut's throat.
>It is a horrific sight, watching the Church's studs and sluts degraded like this.
"By the Goddess..." 
>All around, there are dozens of Dishonored Whores, looking surprised, blinded, some of them both.
>Sunset dives forward at a nearby Dishonored Whore, rapidly slapping her with the dual riding crops until the whore climaxes and passes out.
>In the melee, you recognize one of the sluts immediately, on her knees and choking on a stud's cock.
"Professor Minuette!"
>She doesn't seem to hear you as she continues to bob up and down on the nearly drained stud, her hands rubbing her tits together.
"Professor Minuette, please stop! You're going to drain that stud dry!"
>"Focus, acolyte!" Sunset shouts as she slaps a stumbling Dishonored Whore in the crotch, making her scream with a mixture of agony and pleasure. 
>A Dishonored Whore charges forward at you, her eyes still red and tearing up from the cum flashbang. 
>You swing the designator to the side, uncollapsing it and extending the length considerably.
>You parry the screeching whore's kick, twist it around, and plunge the tip into the whore's sopping wet pussy. 
>*Click*
>The designator vibrates as it sends coordinates to the whorebital platform somewhere out in space. 
>The whore moans in pleasure as the designator rattles her pierced clit. 
>You pull out the designator, dive and roll away to a safe distance.
>You whip the designator like a samurai whipping her katana after a kill, ridding the holy weapon of the whore's profane juices.
>The air around the whore glows purple as the whorebital platform activates.
>"aaaAAAAAAAHHHH~"
>The whore moans and writhes as every inch of her nerve endings are rattled by gigajoules of ultravaginal waves.
>"Too close, too close!" Blue scout yells, panting and sweating with arousal. "You almost made *me* cum, too!"
"Sorry!"
>You duck behind a thick oak tree as the air around you is peppered with micro-dildos.
>"Arch Inquisitor! Two dis-hons to your right!" Red scout yells as she wrestles with a whore. 
>"Got it," Sunset yells, throwing one of her riding crops to her right.
>It twirls midair and slaps the pair of dishonored whores manning the microdildo gun, knocking them back.
>One of the stray microdildos impact against your shoulder, exploding into a cloud of profane cum.
"AAAH!"
>You fall to the side, feeling your legs twitch and your pussy clenching against your will.
>Everything feels HOT.
"Mmmmmfff~"
>You moan out in involuntary pleasure as the cursed semen seeps into your skin.
>Your nipples become erect, nearly bursting through the tight blouse.
>This arousal... It feels vulgar! 
>It is not pure like the ones you get from imbibing a blessed stud's semen!
>You remember your slut combat training, controlling your breathing and trying to keep the unholy arousal to a minimum.
>Your eyes lock in on Professor Minuette some yards away.
>She's got a blank expression to her face, draining the stud in her mouth to the last drop.
>The stud's face is ashen as he cums the last remaining drops of his blessed sack.
>Poor professor.... 
>She'd never forgive herself for draining a stud like that, even if she was under the horny during the act.
>You wince as your unholy arousal intensifies, making you hopelessly wet in your panties.
>You want to scream for help, but your throat is dry.
>You gape your mouth at the red scout, groaning for help.
>She's too busy straddling a Dishonored Whore and sucking down a cum-filled condom.
>Her body glows in a pinkish aura as she upends her sailor scout skirt, locks her leotard-clad pussy down on the Dishonored Whore's profane slit, and rocks her hips.
>"By the holy power of the Goddess," red scout grunts, gritting her teeth and driving her hips deeper into the Dishonored Whore. "Be purified!"
>The Dishonored Whore's cunt erupts as she undergoes a squirting orgasm.
>The red scout clenches her eyes shut, biting her lip and keeping herself from orgasming with the Dishonored Whore.
>Celestia, that's so hot...
>You manage to get back on your butt.
>You aim your designator at a microdildo gun emplacement nearby, and pull the trigger.
>The designator vibrates, and you nearly cum from the sensation.
"Mmmf~"
>Several Dishonored Whores moan and writhe as a column of horny purple beam descends down at them, knocking them out cold.
>You stumble and sway on your feet as your arousal drips down from between your legs.
>Another Dishonored Whore charges at you, swinging a cattle prod.
>You knock it to the side, swing the prod around, and zap the whore in the nipple.
>The whore falls on her ass.
>You point the designator at her, pull the trigger, and limp out of the way.
>Not far enough, though. 
>The purple ultravaginal beam brings the whore to several orgasms, close enough for you to feel it. 
>The unholy arousal in you intensifies as you collapse to your knees. 
>Your hand drifts downward... 
>You want release....
>You want to cum so bad...
>"Acolyte! Get a hold of yourself," the blue scout shouts at you as she drives her dildo spear into the sopping wet cunt of a Dishonored Whore. "Focus on your breathing, stay in the Goddess's light-- AAAH!"
>The blue scout falls over as a Dishonored Whore tackles her from behind. 
>She's quickly piled on by several Dishonored Whores, who begin shoving their fingers in her holes and tearing at her sacred Celestia's Whip uniform.
>"Th-there's too many of them, I can't--"
>The red scout dives at the pile, somehow knocking a few of the Dishonored Whores from her comrade. 
>She sucks down another cum-filled condom, filling her body with a fresh surge of sexual aura as she wedges herself between the legs of an incapacitated whore.
>The bottom of her leotard is drenched with the whores' juices and her own. 
>"I-I can't keep this up," she moans as she grinds and brings yet another whore to orgasm. "I'll cum too at this rate!"
>"Don't give up," blue scout shouts, twisting and pulling at a pair of nipples, eliciting a guttural moan from somewhere in the pile. "I believe in you!"
>Sunset stumbles into view, her latex uniform in near tatters.
>Both of her tits are spilling out of her tight corset, bouncing and jiggling whenever she swings her riding crop.
>Her skirt is torn halfway down its length, leaving her latex thong almost entirely visible. 
>You see a trail of unconscious Dishonored Whores, all orgasm'd out with red riding crop marks on their asscheeks or breasts.
>There's still a dozen of them attacking Sunset.
>"By the Goddess," Sunset grits her teeth as she swats away a dildo javelin midair. "How did so many of them sneak into our sacred church??"
>She lets out a howl and rapidly slaps a naked whore in the pussy, knocking her out with a squirt. 
>More Dishonored Whores pile on the blue scout, tearing her uniform to shreds.
>She lets out a loud moan as the whores finger her mercilessly, kneading her breasts, and licking her holes.
>"A-acolyte... UNNFF~" she moans, clutching at one of the whores in throes of foul ecstasy. "The designator. Bring down th-the holy light on us!"
"N-no, I can't..."
>"Do it," the red scout shouts, sucking down the last of her cum-filled condom and scissoring down a writhing whore. "If these whores make us cum, then their-- AHH~ Their foul magic will take us over and--"
>"Agh!" Sunset grunts as she's struck in her exposed breasts by a glob of pearly white, desecrated semen. 
>She falls backward, her breasts heaving with labored breaths. 
>Her nipples become erect as the slimy stuff covers her tits, dripping down on her legs.
>You can practically FEEL the profane power of Chrysalis coursing through the unholy glob.
>Nearly a dozen Dishonored Whores dive in on the Arch Inquisitor, kneading her cum-covered breasts and running their fingers up and down her thong-clad pussy.
>You see a Dishonored Whore pumping her cum cannon, readying another burst of the defiled fluids. 

What now? 

>Bring down the thunder on EVERYONE including yourself! Hopefully it'll get all the Dishonored Whores in one shot, and maybe the slut soldiers at the rally point might come to investigate...
>Zap the scouts and the pile of Dishonored Whores clawing at them! The scouts can be healed later, but losing an Arch Inquisitor would be bad...
>Zap the whore with the cum cannon (WARNING: Sunset is within the lethal horny radius). You can somehow wrestle your way out of the lesser whores, but a cum cannon?? That needs to be dealt with!
>This is bad, really bad! Kneel the fuck down and pray for a divine intervention!
>(write-in)

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(Zap the cum cannon whore, but also do a little bit of other choices)

>You see Sunset gasping as one of the whores licks at her tits, lapping up the profane cum.
>"Fufufufu..." The whore holding the cum cannon cackles maniacally. "It looks like even the Arch Inquisitor is no match against semen harvested by Chrysalis herself!"
>She finishes pumping the cum cannon and aims it at Sunset. 
>"Any last words?"
"Yeah. Dodge this."
>The designator vibrates in your hand.
>The air around the whore sparkles as the whorebital beam thunders down from above. 
>The whore screams and moans, completely drenching her combat pantyhose with her juices, and falls over unconscious.
>"U-UGGGHHHH~"
>Sunset lets out a guttural moan as she squirts in climax, her skin glowing faintly purple with the residual energy from the horny beam.
>The Dishonored Whores are scurrying away from her, just barely outside the beam's lethal horny radius.
>"I-I can't hold it," the red scout moans. "aaHHHH~"
>You quickly aim your designator at her, pulling the trigger.
>The cock-shaped designator vibrates pleasantly in your hand as a bright column of horny beam engulfs the red scout at the last minute, along with several Dishonored Whores gyrating and mounting her.
>She cums violently, her sailor uniform in lewd tatters.
>The blue scout cums too, caught in the horny blast.  
>"Th-thank youuuUUUUUUAAAAHHH~" She moans. 
>You get up on your knees, breathing raggedly and checking yourself. 
>You're still *incredibly* horny.
>At least the other sluts orgasmed by your holy weapon...
>You shudder to think what would've happened if they climaxed by the hands of the Dishonored Whores.
>You aim your designator at Professor Minuette and the other sluts and studs and pull the trigger, engulfing them in the purifying beam of holy horniess.
>They writhe and moan as they cum, passing out one by one. 
>You mutter an apology under your breath for the studs, who are wincing in pain as they shoot exhausted loads from their cocks. 
>With all their targets passed out from cumming, the remaining Dishonored Whores turn their gaze towards you. 
>There's still several of them in various whore-garbs. 
>"You," says one of them. "You and your filthy slut friends will pay for interrupting our milking ritual."
>"Yessss," another one hisses. "Once we're done with you, we'll tie you all up, hook you up to the horny gas canisters, and make you milk all the studs dry!"
>You lock eyes with them and aim the designator at your pussy, waiting for them to get closer.
>Instead, they spread out, clearly intent on lunging at you one by one. 
"Shit..."
>You can't get them all in one shot, they're all spread out! 
>You're not sure if you can fight them off in your current horny state.
>You clench your eyes and pray for forgiveness.
"Celestia... I'm so sorry for failing you."
>(Failing? What do you mean, my dear acolyte?)
>The world around you flashes semen-white as you get a split-second view of Celestia's winged form.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3zdYUG2_RA

>You pry your eyes open just in time to see a Dishonored Whore diving for your tits.
>With a surge of strength you didn't know you had before, you whack away at the whore's groping hands with the designator, shove it into the whore's gaping mouth, and pull the trigger.
>You dive and roll forward as the whore becomes engulfed in the ultravaginal horny beam, assaulting her nerve endings with holy orgasm.
>(I trust in you, acolyte.)
>The holy womb tattoo of Celestia, its elegant swirls and all, fills your vision for a split second.
>You...
>You think you know gun-kata!
>You recover from the roll and land a kick against a bewildered whore.
>She drops her microdildo pistol, screaming in pain.
>You grab the falling pistol with your off-hand as you twirl around. 
>The momentum sends you spinning on both knees as you double-tap one of the whores with explosive cum rounds.
>One in the mouth, one in the pussy.
>The whore goes down, gurgling and sputtering as her body is wracked with profane orgasm.
>You get up, parry a downward dildo sword strike with your designator, and squeeze off three cumshots into the whore's pussy.
>She goes down moaning.
>You see stars as you feel your tits being groped from behind. 
>The profane arousal threatens to drown the holy bliss coursing through your veins.
>You tear the hands away from your tits, ripping open your blouse in the process.
>You twirl around, squeeze off one last cumshot into the whore's mouth, and stuff the designator between her tits. 
>You pull the laser trigger and hold it there, letting it vibrate between the whore's tits.
>You dive away just in time for the horny laser to strike the whore.
>(Give it all. For your fellow sluts.)
>You feel an invisible hand slip a finger into your pussy.
>It feels dainty. Slender. Holy.
>You moan as your womb tattoo glows.
>You jump up and eject the spent microdildo mag (not surprisingly, it's also penis-shaped and rubbery-stiff), and kick it midair at the charging whore.
>The magazine hits the whore in the knee and bounces up, and lodges into her wet, needy pussy.
>The whore moans involuntarily.
>You tackle the whore, grab the impromptu dildo, and mercilessly fuck her g-spot until she convulses and cums.
>The remaining whore tackles you from behind, wresting the designator out from your hand. 
>She locks you into a chokehold.
>You struggle against her grip.
>Fuck! 
>The whore's grip is powerful.
>You panic and slap at the whore's face behind you.
>(You will not fear.)
>You feel your panties moisten as you feel another invisible finger slip into your folds.
"I will... not... fear," you gasp out, repeating after Celestia.
>Your womb tattoo's glow intensifies, almost shining through your slutwear. 
"Fear... Is the arousal killer!"
>You leap upward, prying the whore's grip apart.
>The momentum whips your body around and you reverse the chokehold.
>The whore panics as you dig one hand down her panties, slipping your fingers aside.
>"No, nonono!" The whore begs. "Please, I've got children in Stardew Valley--"
>You curl and finger the whore, just like Professor Minuette taught you.
>You pull it out, wipe the profane juices on the befuddled whore, and step away. 
>"Wh-what," she says, confused. "You're giving up already."
"No," you reply. "You are already horny."
>With that you, limp away from the whore as her pussy explodes into a squirting orgasm.
>"AaaAAAAAugh~"

x x x

>Several minutes later, you're sitting on a rock getting checked up on by a MILF.
>She's straddling your legs and kissing you deeply.
>Her hands are gently kneading and stroking your exposed tits.
>You feel your body invigorating as you suck off the MILF's healing saliva.
>The profane horny from being touched by Dishonored Whores is almost gone now.
>"There," says the MILF, breaking off the kiss and leaving a trail of saliva connecting your lips and hers. "Just a few hours of rest and you'll be good to go."
"Thank you..."
>She smiles and dismounts from you, moving other sluts. 
>The clearing is crowded with sluts wrapped in blankets, MILFs going around tending to them, and studs getting their cocks gently massaged. 
>"Thank Celestia you made it," Sunset says, sitting next to you. 
"Arch Inquisitor! How are you feeling?"
>"Really horny still, I admit," she says, punching your shoulder playfully. "Acolyte Moondancer, you did well. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, inquisitor."
>"Next time, warn me before zapping someone so close to me! If I didn't know better, I would've thought you were aiming to get *me* off with that thing."
"Sorry! It was a desperate situation and I had to do *something*."
>"Of course, of course," she says, slapping your back. "I can't blame you. You took out almost all of the Dishonored Whores and then cleaned up the rest. Good thinking! Very impressive."
>You smile and blush at the compliment. 
>You turn your gaze to Professor Minuette, who looks absolutely dejected.
>Her cheeks are streaked with runny mascara. 
>Sunset catches your gaze and gives you a reassuring side-hug.
>"She'll be alright," Sunset says. "She was under the horny when she milked that stud dry, and she won't be punished." 
"I know, but..."
>Professor Minuette's face crumbles as she breaks down into another sob.
>She buries her face in her hands as a MILF rubs the small of her back, comforting her. 
"I know her. She'll hate herself for having drained one of the Goddess's anointed, even if it's not exactly her fault."
>Sunset's lips tighten.
>"The therapy MILFs will see to that she recovers from this," she says, then continues firmly: "I'll make sure none of the inquisitors bother her about the incident. You have my word."
"Thank you, Arch Inquisitor."
>Sunset grabs at her choker mic and mumbles a few words.
>Nurse Redheart walks up to the two of you some seconds later.
>"Redheart, how's Sister Minuette?"
>"She's shocked, obviously," Redheart says, taking a long drag at her cigarette. "I don't think she'll have any lasting trauma if we act fast. I'm sending her to the therapy hall immediately. How are you doing, Sunset?"
>"Still horny in a profane way," Sunset says, grimacing. "The horny beam overpowered most of it, thankfully, but I'm gonna need a bath after this."
>"Hmm," Redheart muses. "Let me see if I can help."
>She straddles Sunset and gives her a deep kiss.
>They separate with a *chok* as Redheart gently strokes at Sunset's breasts.
>"Feeling better?"
>"Much," Sunset says, her eyes closed and blushing. 
>Redheart turns to you and says: "How are you doing, Moondancer?"
"I'm doing fine, thank you. I was already tended to."
>"Good," Redheart says, kneading and massaging Sunset's tits. "The two sailors you were with aren't so lucky. They'll be out of action for several days."
>You see the red and blue scouts being loaded onto the MILF ambulance next to you. 
>The blue scout turns her head, sees you, and gives you a weak finger-guns.
>"H-hey," she says weakly, smiling. "You're... you're pretty good..."

What now?

>[A]: Thank the scouts for their work, and apologize for zapping them with the holy horny.
>[B]: Finger-gun at her right back and go comfort Professor Minuette.
>[C]: Wait, nevermind. You feel down with the profane horny! You could use another "tending" from a MILF...
>[D]: (write-in)

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(B, then C)

>You finger-gun right at the blue scout and wink.
>She gives you a thumbs-up.
>An attending MILF waves a standard-issue hypnosis pendulum over the blue scout's head and snaps her fingers, sending the exhausted scout into a coma. 
>She does the same to the red scout, who gives you a weak smile before passing out.
>You get up from the boulder and straighten out the remains of your slutwear.
>You shudder as a gentle breeze caresses your exposed nipples. 
>You make your way down to the middle of the clearing where Professor Minuette is sniffing and wiping dark tear streaks from her face.
"Professor Minuette..."
>"Hey, you," Minuette replies in her usual cheery tone, but tinged with sadness.
"How are you doing, professor?"
>"Oh, I'm doing fine! Don't worry..."
>She averts her gaze, unable to see you in the eye. 
>"I... I did a horrible thing."
"No you didn't," you say, kneeling in front of her and clasping her hands in yours. "You were under the horny. You didn't know what you were doing."
>"I-I remember feeling... Thirsty. Incredibly horny." 
>Minuette sniffs and wipes at her cheeks. 
>A MILF walks up behind her, giving her a comforting shoulder rub.
"I know, professor. I was hit by the tail end of the blast from what the other MILFs told me. And even that was enough to nearly want to collapse and finger myself to oblivion. It must've been so hard for you."
>"He was really hard for *me*, hahahaha..."
>Your beloved professor cracks her usual mom-joke, only this time her laughter rings so sad to you.
>Her smile crumples as new tears stream down her face.
>"I-I'm so sorry you had to see that, Moondancer. I set a really bad example for you..."
>You wipe the tears off of her face.
>You feel your blood boil.
>Those Dishonored Whores will pay for doing this to her!
>You squeeze her hands. 
"No, really, it's alright. I'm not the dumb layslut you took under your wings all those years ago. I know what happened and why you did it."
>You let go of her hands and give her naked body a tight hug.
"Please, don't feel bad about yourself."
>Minuette returns your hug, albeit weakly. 
>"My my, you've grown so much, Moondancer..."
>Ugh, now you're about to cry! 
>You let go of her and look at her pretty blue eyes.
>This time, Minuette meets your gaze.
>Her eyes soften as she gives you a coy smile.
>"Sensei's gonna be alright, okay? Don't worry your pretty little tiddies!"
"Professor!"
>You nudge at her in mock anger and giggle.
>Minuette giggles with you.
>The massaging MILF leans in and gives her a sedative kiss on her neck.
>"A-ahhh...." Minuette sighs.
>"It's time to go, sister," the MILF says, stroking Minuette's blue-and-white locks. "We'll take you to the medevac chopper."
"Please, take good care of her."
>"Of course. We'll do everything in our Goddess-given power, acolyte."
>The MILF lifts up Minuette in a bridal carry.
>She's snoring quietly, her head cushioned against the MILF's sizable breasts.
>You watch the MILF stride over to an awaiting ambulance, gently load her in the back, and drive away out of the arboretum.
>You sigh, sitting down on a rock nearby.
>"That was sweet," says Redheart from behind you.
"Aaaah!"
>"Sorry, force of habit," she recites, not sounding apologetic at all. "You got feelings for your prof, acolyte?"
"N-no! It's just that she's dear to me and... You know."
>"Too empathetic for her own good?"
"...Sure. Yeah."
>"That's nice," Redheart mutters, plopping down on the ground next to you. 
>She lights a cigarette and sucks on it, casting a dim cherry-red glow on her face.
>You glance down at her tight-fitting nurse's uniform, right down her cleavage.
>It's cut low enough to show just the fringes of her frilly, lacy bra.
>"The sun's still up, but it gets dark in the woods quickly. Do you need a ride to the dormitory?"
"Aren't we still under attack?"
>"We are, but most of the sluts are accounted for according to Shimmy. And it's not like we're gonna sleep in the hotel or something. That'd be stupid. Celestia's Whip and Slut Inquisition are both going to be on high alert and set up a green zone before sundown."
>Redheart props up her knees and spreads her legs apart, resting her arms on her knees.
>She puffs out a cloud of smoke and looks at you.
>"So... Do you wanna fuck?"
>You choke on your saliva and start coughing. 
"Wh- *cough* What? What kind of question is *cough* --"
>"Hey, you were the one who's been fucking me with your gaze this whole time. If you want to fuck me, just say it."
>You blush furiously as the coughs subside.
"I-I mean, My eyes were just wandering and--"
>"More than 'just wandering' from my point of view. Wanna see my panties?"
>Before you can respond, she pulls at the hem of her nurse's dress.
>It's so tight that once it passes a certain threshold around her upper thighs, it rolls up like spring-loaded window blinds.
>"There. You like it?"
>Redheart takes another puff on the cigarette nonchalantly. 
>You know what? 
>Fuck it.
>You give Redheart the eye-fucking she wants. 
>Her panties are pink, frilly and lacy, adorned with a tiny ribbon at the top.
>You definitely didn't expect someone like her to wear something like *that*.
>Redheart gets up and turns away from you.
>She pulls up the tight dress slowly, all the way to her waist, exposing her thong-clad ass to you. 
>She gently waves her hips to and fro like she's stripping in front of a webcam.
>She then arches her back, bending down slowly.
>You see her hands making their way unseen in front of her, stroking her inner thighs and over her thong-clad pussy. 
>You feel hypnotized by how her fingers seemingly appear and disappear through the thigh gap right under her crotch.
>A string of drool lands on your skirt.
>You wipe your mouth.
>Holy Celestia, she is hot!
>Redheart straightens up, unbuttons something, and turns around.
>Her bra is matching pink, adorned with the same kind of frills and a tiny ribbon in the center.
>Your head spins with sudden arousal.
>"Oh my," Redheart coos, turning slightly to face you diagonally while arching her back. "Have you come down with the profane horny? You don't look so good~"
>Her husky, fuck-me voice drills into your head, making you squirm.
>Redheart runs her hands up and down her torso, cupping her covered tits, running her fingers down between her thighs...
>She walks up closer to you, spreading her legs shoulder-width.
>She lands her bare asscheeks on your lap briefly before arching her back, sticking out her rear and stuffing her cleavage on your face.
>"Are you feeling sick? Because I can make you feel good all over the place..."
>She pulls up slowly until she's standing up once more, her thong-clad pussy pointed at your mouth.
>She's getting damp down there...
>She does this a couple more times, getting ever so closer each time.
>Until you're practically kissing her crotch.
>Redheart runs her fingers through your hair, then gently nudges your head forward.
>You accept the invitation, opening your mouth slightly and engulfing the taut fabric stretched over her vagina. 
>She moans as you nibble and lick through the wet fabric.
>She pulls your head away and straddles your lap, rocking her hips and grinding herself on your thigh.
>You close your eyes as she leans in for a kiss. 
>It's messy, lewd, greedy...
>But then you realize that she *wants* you to be greedy with her body. 
>Unf, these MILFs....
>You wrap one arm around Redheart's torso and one hand resting against the back of her head, pushing her towards you, kissing her tighter.
>She responds by reaching down and under your skirt, pulling your panties aside.
"A-ahhh~"
>You let out a slutty moan as you feel Redheart's fingers slip inside your folds. 
>You feel like you're melting in Redheart's ministrations.
>But somehow, you also feel yourself less and less tired.
>You break off the kiss, sucking in much-needed air. 
>Redheart doesn't miss a beat and tilts her head down, nibbling and sucking on your neck. 
>You quiver as her lips send waves of pleasure down your spine. 
>It makes your hands tingle, like they're being pumped with a surge of energy.
>You rock your hips forward, silently begging Redheart to finger you deeper. 
>Redheart moans as you flex your thigh and press harder against her pussy.
>The wet shlops intensify as Redheart fingers you faster. 
>Faster.
>Even faster.
>Your eyes widen with the unbelievable mix of sensation. 
>You feel so GOOD. 
>You want to melt all around Redheart's thrusting fingers.
>But you also feel like you could lift up a MILF ambulance with one arm.
"OoOhHhHh~"
>Some kind of primal moan escapes your mouth involuntarily. 
>Goddess above, is this what a proper therapy feels like?
>Redheart moves to the other side of your neck, but not before kissing your forehead.
>"Slut," you hear her whisper from above.
>"Thirsty skank," you hear her whisper again, but from behind you. 
>"Whore, whore, whore," she whispers from inside your womb. 
>You can't tell what's up and what's down anymore. 
>There's only the pumping fingers stroking your g-spot, the pair of lips kissing your neck, and the impossibly soft mass of pink hair under your fingers.
>Suddenly, something builds up in the base of your entire being. 
>It intensifies, it tickles, it burns.
>And then, it explodes outward.
>With a guttural scream, you orgasm over and over again, all over Redheart's pumping fingers.
>Some of your girlcum gets all over your skirt right under your ass.
>You don't care about that, all you can feel is the orgasm.
>It lasts forever. 
>You feel all your holes pucker, clench, and spasm as it keeps going and going and going and going....
>Your ears ring and all you can hear is your own animalistic noises, escaping involuntarily from your gaping mouth. 
>When you finally come to, Redheart is smirking with smug satisfaction.
>"See?" Redheart says, pulling down at her dress over her sopping wet frilly thong. "That's your lesson today, acolyte. A slut never hides her desire to fuck someone. How do you feel?"
"I--"
>You stand up and look at your hands.
>You clench them into fists.
>You feel POWERFUL.
>"Don't thank me, I hate that shit," Redheart says, buttoning up and covering her cleavage just far enough to show the frills of her bra. "You still had some leftover profane horny in you. I fixed it. You're good to go."
"I see."
>"Yep. Now let's go. I think the ambulances are waiting on us."

x x x

>The ambulances were, in fact, not waiting on you.
>Still, they courteously left one behind for you two to ride in.
>One of the scouts conducting cleanup hands Redheart the key to the last ambulance.
>The scout nods respectfully at you.
>"Never seen a high-rank MILF work her Goddess-given magic like that before," she says, slapping your ass. "You should be proud, acolyte."
>You nod and thank the scout.
>In no time, Redheart drives expertly through the woods, weaving through the terrain, and out of the arboretum. 
>The sun's still somewhat high in the sky, maybe a few more hours of daylight left. 
>She grabs at her choker mic and mutters something. 
>She listens intently, her brows furrowing. 
>"Hm, Shimmy tells me we don't have a green zone. We have green zones."
"What do you mean?"
>"They had more Dishonored Whores popping out of the sewers and alleyways while setting up barricades around the old church area."
>More Dishonored Whores?
>But you just wiped out a few dozen at the arboretum!
"By the Goddess, this must be the worst Dishonored Whore incursion in the Church's history..."
>"Close to it. They have inquisitors sweeping every inch of the underground, but for now, only pockets of the Church are considered safe."
"Is the acolytes' dormitory safe?"
>"It is. One of the first places they secured. I'm taking you there now."

What now?

>[A]: Let Redheart drive you to the acolytes' dormitory. Having an extra acolyte running around the Church is going to distract the inquisitor and scouts from doing their jobs. Besides, MILF magic or not, you need to rest after that huge fight!
>[B]: Ask Redheart to drive you to where help is needed. There's still some daylight left and those whores made Minuette cry!
>[C]: Ask Redheart to drive you to wherever Celestia is. Why did she help you back at the arboretum? Could she maybe... finger you again?
>[D]: (write-in)