Ch.12

[Middas, 14th of Sun’s Height, 4E: 221]

“How old is she?” Fluttershy asked as Shade met this world’s Elements sans Twilight, who was muttering in the designated ‘milking’ room the next door down the hall in the restricted R&D hall of the Lilmoth University of Magic, founded by Twilight’s grandma, Twilight Shine.

“I wasn’t too sure before my world apparently fell to the Void or whatever. Now though, she seems around five or six.” I idly replied as I watched my daughter sup from my breasts. Argonians can’t exactly form a perfect seal with our lips, but Shade demonstrated that our dextrous and long tongues make up for it as she suckled needily from my still C-cup boob.

Geez, if I wasn’t rapidly producing sap thanks to my body being a damn sponge and reservoir of magicka and my body nourished from said magicka, thus generating more sap, I’d be dry even with the enhanced ‘nigh-infinite’ storage my nipple studs give me. Oh, my sap also flowed just fine with the studs in. If anything, they made it feel better. I was trying not to focus on the singing pleasure Shade was causing me, focused on her peaceful face.

“The poor dear. She suddenly appeared here after such terrible events, in the nude too! I’ll be back, I’m going to fashion suitable clothes for her.” Rarity hurried from the room and I sighed. I’m going to have to somehow trick her into letting me pay for that too now.

“How long do Argonians breastfeed?” AJ questioned curiously with a look at Neethsi.

“Up to two years if you include the incubation period outside of the womb when the mother nourishes the nest with her sap. After two years, the Marsh will have killed all but one or two of the clutch. That said, argonian mothers are rather productive when it comes to making nourishment for the hatchlings. Before ponies and minotaurs arrived, ours was the most productive race in terms of needing to nourish our children.” Neethsi informed everyone and Diane huffed with a heft of her bust.

“Don’t we know it. We still have milkmares like Milky Way. Before we could get cattle settled here in Black Marsh after several years of trying, we had to make do with just production from our especially milky community members.” Diane huffed in annoyance while the others nodded, but I noticed Dash overhead and unseen by the others cupping her petite bust and frowning.

“Which also introduced a lot of dairy-based cuisine most local argonians weren’t used to and helped spark our culture exchange.” Neethsi acknowledged with a nod and I snorted in amusement. Cheese and cream were what endeared the Equestrian refugees to the local inhabitants? That’s funny to me.

“Mm, thanks Mama.” Shade mumbled after she finally stopped drinking and yawned, promptly leaning into me again, but this time falling asleep and causing the mares, Diane included, to coo and smile.

“As cute as that is though girls, Meen-Rei needs to get back to being milked for her tit-juice if we’re going to tie the Tree of Harmony to the Hist and ensure the Thalmor can’t just shatter it again.” Rainbow reminded us and I gently squeezed Shade to myself, not wanting to let go yet.

“Give her here.” Neethsi softly hissed and I perked up at the warm tone he used. I looked him in the eyes while I let Shade go and I felt my heart flutter when he cradled my precious daughter and took her from me. “I’ll put her to bed in the Haven Bag. You go back to being tortured for your mystical fluids.”

“Kay.” I dumbly replied, feeling that same dumbstruck sensation I had when I first bumped into him on that busy street in Soulrest. I watched him leave, lamenting his ragged travel robes hid his fine ass, but I did enjoy the way his thick tail swayed with his steps.

“That man is special.” AJ used her hat to fan herself while the other ladies were all smiling or fanning themselves too.

“You bet your rock-hard ass he is AJ, but he’s a tightly--wrapped book with several keys. Good luck landing him outside of the friend zone Meen-Rei.” Diane sighed in disappointment and I felt embarrassed at the girls all fawning over my friend, who I really wanted to be more than a friend at least for the obvious benefits deepening our relationship would provide us both. I get a solid rock to lean on, he gets someone he can stop being all enigmatic and mysterious around.

Also, he oddly reminded me of Berserker when he got riled up and that just made him hotter…

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[Turdas, 15th of Sun’s Height, 4E: 221]

“Oh~. Why do you need so much~?” I whined and wriggled on the padded table. I’d been strapped into the milking bed again the moment I was awake and was having my poor abused breasts siphoned for their magical sap while the SE-Plug thing was draining my pure magicka.

“Because the seed needs to soak in the sap first, then the same sap needs to be blended into the soil and swamp water around the planting site before Mellow’s fertilizer potion is sprayed on the top layer. Just fifteen more gallons.” Twilight answered as she did the calculations.

“Really?” I groaned as I watched the rubber hoses, a product native to Black Marsh due to all of the rubber trees, pulse with each powerful pump of the magic milking cups on my heaving basketball boobs.

“To be frank Meen-Rei, you’re the most productive woman I’ve ever seen or even heard of. You output a gallon every two minutes.” Twilight informed me and I moaned at being such a literal cow thanks to all of the changes this world had imposed on my body.

I was also getting used to it to the point I was constantly on the edge of orgasm. Damn these ponies, they drive me to the brink! “Ugh...why my pure magicka too?” I asked to distract from my singing bust and the throbbing in my core. The less I think about how moist I am between my thighs, the better. At least Twilight is professional enough not to take advantage of me in my vulnerable state or even comment on it.

“As powerful as I am, even having been born under the stars of the Mage and being the-uh. Ahem, Archmage, I still need to consume restore magicka potions when doing intense and complex spells or rituals that can last from several minutes to several days. The Equestrian Scroll of Crystal described the ritual meticulously.” Twilight answered and I gasped when she began undoing the straps holding me to the comfy if restraining table, which involved her brushing my bust.

“Unf, Equestrian Scroll?” I shivered, trying not to think of how I nearly creamed myself just from an accidental brush with someone’s knuckle on my underboob.

“Ah, right. The locals know their Scrolls of Prophecy as the Elder Scrolls, ours are the Equestrian Scrolls. My grandparents stole the Crystal Scroll from the archives of Canterlot before fleeing the city. Then they used the knowledge within, which blinded my grandfather, to seek the seed of the shattered Tree of Harmony. You can guess the rest.” Twilight clarified as she finished removing my restraints, but the cups were still pumping me. I had to fight not to grab at myself in my arousal. I think I now understand why Twilight had me tied up for this.

“I think I can.” I said as some things came to mind, which were distracting me from my edging. I wonder if the Hist made Shade related to me in biology? That would explain why Neethsi thought she was my daughter by scent. Wait, he can do that? Can I do that? Is my sniffer-. “Ahn!” I jolted, my breasts finally sending me into a proper boobgasm, my vision sparking and I spasmed on the table as Twilight blushed hotly with the milking cups in her hands.

“S-sorry. I figured it was best to remove them while you were distracted so you wouldn’t be tempted to get handsy.” Twilight used her magic to stow the hoses against the massive dwarven metal storage tank that took up a good portion of the room.

“S-say something next time…” I panted and tried not to think of how incredible that was. I’m not looking forward to doing this again and if I had my way I never would, but damn it, my boobs weren’t so sensitive before. “Ugh...is there anything else I can do to help?”

“Not at this time. It’ll be days before things will need to enter the next stage. I advise you to relax, I’ll send for you when I need you again.” Twilight smiled and summoned my clothes-damn it Rarity! You made alternate-colored copies of my outfit! Ooo~! I’m so gonna pay you for them! Hear me! Know my monetary wrath!

“Am I a member of your guild or something then?” I asked while I got dressed and tried not to think too hard on my return-Generosity vengeance upon the fashionista.

“Hm? Well, I consider you a friend, even if we just met. You told us about yourself, we shared ourselves with you and we don’t dislike each other. If you’d like, I’d be willing to offer you an internship here at LUM if you want, but then I’d have to send you on quests, give you menial tasks that seem arbitrary, but important in obtuse ways. Then rapidly advance your position in the school based entirely on coincidental achievements…” Twilight playfully listed and I felt my face wrinkle in amusement.

“I thought I was the first entity from beyond this universe.” I snorted and finished dressing up in my white and blue outfit that clashed with my scales in a way that felt complimentary.

“You are, but I’ve read about the Dovahkiin, the Champion of Cyrodiil and Neethsi enough to see a pattern. The Crystal Scroll said something about an ‘Outsider’ who will be the key to preventing disaster. You fit the bill perfectly.” Twilight said as she led me out of the room and into the hall of the R&D wing on the west side of the university’s campus.

“Really?” I wilted at the confirmation that I was a chosen Hero. “But I’m nothing special. All the things that I’ve ‘accomplished’ so far were because I had the right traits in the right place at the right time. I haven’t actually done anything.”

“That’s just it. A wise pony once said: The right person in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world. You just so happened to stumble into Neethsi, who is the closest thing to a Prophet we can get in today’s world. He brought you to Blackrose, where you were turned into a conduit connected to Magnus. Then he brought you and Mellow here, where you both have the skills or traits needed to begin stabilizing reality.” Twilight listed and I sighed.

“Okay, I’m hating being dragged about.” I grumbled as I wondered why I’ve been Displaced twice. Am I just a convenient Deus Ex Machina? Am I the McGuffin? The Sorcerer’s Stone? I’m feeling more and more like a plot device for some badly written grand adventure fantasy story than any sort of protagonist.

“Cease you silly creature! I know I’m mad, but even I don’t threaten the fabric of reality to that extent! We don’t need another one to achieve CHIM!” Sheo shouted at me and I glared at where he was in a portrait and Twilight huffed in annoyance before magically flipping the portrait over. “Hey! How rude! Do you see me flipping your skirts up?”

“Interrupting Daedra aside, go on ahead and do what you want for at least a few days, possibly a week. I’ll likely have need of you by then.” Twilight insisted, then looked me over searchingly. “Or, I can hire you as a member of the university’s support staff, though I think we both know you’d be sent on a chain of quests as a result.”

“I’ll take you up on that later. I want more of a grounding in magic from my lessons with Neethsi first and I’ve gotten my stars changed permanently so I don’t have to worry about exploding.” I replied when we were passing into the unrestricted public area which included the library and common areas.

“Bah, all these books are boring!” Hermais the owl serpent huffed as he flew in from the library, naked as he, er, now a she, flipped through the books. “All concepts, no substance.”

“What are you doing in my University?” Twilight yelped and looked around. I did too, noticing there didn’t seem to be anyone around on a Turdas. Sure, it was only before 8AM, but c’mon.

“Just checking in on a family friend. I see you’re adjusting well to the body modifying piercings and Navel Pearl. The fact your breasts haven’t popped is a good sign they’ve saved your bacon.” Hermais commented and hefted her own huge honkers for emphasis.

“P-popped?!” I wailed and clutched my massive bust, then blinked and leered at them before willing them down to comfortable C-cups. I can’t believe I’d forgotten how huge they were for the milking. Thankfully the shirt Rarity gave me oddly changed size too. I need to be careful or I’ll be labeled with an embarrassing Imperial name like Busty-One or Hefts-Her-Chest.

“Well, unlike my siblings and I, you don’t have an expanding body. Be glad I didn’t give you a collar, wrist, ankle and tail bangles too to complete the set. Besides the accessories, there’s not much I can do unless you want to be normal and nearly useless to the situation or I could make you even more abnormal.” Hermais chuckled. “Either choice is Chaotic.”

“Hey, that’s my territory!” Sheogorath yelled through a statuette on a nearby shelf and Hermais casually snapped her fingers before said statuette turned into a potted plant.

“Well...I think I’d look good with a collar and bangles…” I felt warm in a good way, then shook my head. “I mean, hold on. You still haven’t really explained how I’m a family friend. I was too horny and tired to really understand you when we met.”

“Meen-Rei, how can you speak to this...thing so casually?” Twilight hissed at me incredulously and Hermais buffed her claws on her breast. “A single draconequus nearly destroyed my people’s homeland. Why is there one here, who is she?”

“Uh, I just asked her that?” I replied in bemusement and Twilight promptly did some breathing.

“Yes. Now then. I’m a friend of yours because you’re a friend of my step-dad. Also, this universe needs a hero and whoever re-Displaced you is a total asshat who had no actual expectations of you succeeding. That said, I’m going to help you out in non-invasive ways. By that, I mean I can’t just snap my fingers and solve your problems or give you a direct clue even. The locals need to do that. I can point you with hints, but that’s all.” Hermais then held up golden bands of varied sizes. “Would you like them anyway? You accessorize fabulously!”

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I left the campus while rubbing at the golden collar that wrapped around my neck, trying not to feel vain at accepting the offered jewelry. Sure, there weren’t any jewels, but the engravings of intricate runes in my new collar and bangles on my wrists, ankles and my tail were very pretty in their own way. Hermais said they were to help maintain my body’s overall shape in case I go all ethereal or something. I never did bother to see if I kept my accessories as an Atronach.

“I see Twilight has released you.” I looked up and felt my face wrinkle in an argonian ‘smile’ at Neethsi with Shade sitting on his shoulders with her legs wrapping around his neck and her hands on his smooth scalp. “I’m assuming you have time?”

“Yeah. Twilight said I should relax or something. I want to change my stars permanently though, make sure I can’t explode just by breathing.” I tried not to think of how good seeing Shade and Neethsi like this made me feel. I felt a pain in my heart, a longing. No. Time for that later.

“Then I have good news and bad news. I can get us to Skyrim quickly, but I can’t bring along little Shade unless she’s willing to ride in a wildly shaking Haven Bag.” Neethsi bounced the little girl and she squealed with raspy laughter, which just made my body ache in desire for the male who was clearly father material.

“I’m a tough girl, I can handle a rough ride! Sorry if I throw up though.” Shade asserted and then amended while I felt relief I wouldn’t have to drop Shade on someone else.

“Alright then. When can we leave?” My question was answered by Neethsi opening his Haven Bag and dropping a laughing Shade into it before tying the bag back to his belt. “Uh-ah!” I felt hot when he scooped me over his shoulder like I was some prize. “P-put me dow-ah~!”

Everything is colors! I can’t see! It’s nothing but colors and whipping air and-!

I threw up down the side of Neethsi’s travel pack and shuddered as the intense nausea and confusion receded almost as quickly as it came. He strode forward while carrying me and I weakly noticed we were in a stone building somewhere. It also stank horribly like an open sewer. “Sorry about that. Teleportation spells aren’t familiar to the common folk anymore, not since Mysticism was foolishly abandoned as crockery without the Psijics to validate it.”

“Guh?” I groaned and was thankful when Neethsi opened a door into frankly cold, but fresh air. Well, it was still a bit ripe, but fresh compared to whatever cistern he’d teleported us into. He set me down on a bench and I blinked at the impossibly familiar sight. “Wha?”

Why am I looking at one of the canals of Riften? “Welcome to Riften. I believe the Atronach Stone is on the other side of the mountains down in the volcanic tundra to the north. It’s a shorter trip on the road from here than it is from Windhelm. Also, argonians are treated better here than in Windhelm, but it’s a near thing.” Neethsi said as he leaned against the wall and placed his hand on the door we’d come through, which then visibly changed to look like the stone wall around it.

“Why didn’t we do that to get to Lilmoth?” I asked him in annoyance mixed with anxiety.

“Twilight insisted I only teleport into or out of her immediate sphere of influence when I warn her beforehand and get permission. I cleared it with her before we left this time.” Neethsi explained and I felt that was-I feel even colder suddenly.

I patted myself and hissed in shock to find myself naked! I was only in my golden accessories and was completely nude otherwise. Thank gosh we’re down by the water in the canal and nobody was around to see me! “Ah! Damn it! Of course the moment I’m in a town with a Thieves Guild presence I get robbed of the clothes on my back!” I snarled and covered my bust with my hands and my groin with my tail.

“Ah, Brynjolf. I know you’re around you man-scamp.” Neethsi chuckled and I tried not to think about how it made me shiver more than the cold. Well, it isn’t really cold, just colder than Black Marsh. It is still summer after all.

“Not me this time old friend.” A large nord with long ginger hair and a thin beard said as he emerged from the shadows holding my clothes. “The Guildmaster is going about to keep his skills sharp and he always had a soft spot for pretty lasses.” He tossed the clothes to me before I could be flustered about being called pretty. “Now then, what business have you in Skyrim?”

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