Ch.25

[Sundas, 25th of Sun’s Height, 4E: 221]

Rarity, while shaken, still shared the bed with us last night. She was quieter than usual, but her attentive doting on Shade, much to my beautiful daughter’s chagrin, told me she still didn’t think any different of us. Likely she was just coming to terms with the fact she’d been amongst werebeasts this whole time and had no clue.

I was disappointed we wouldn’t be spending any more time in Vivec as we walked through the city in our traveling gear. I’d had to give Shade a spare set I’d made on the fly from materials Neethsi provided. Dear gosh, aside from her beautiful plumage and lack of horns, she looked just like me. I was filled with a mixture of dread and pride.

It was when we reached the soon-to-be-Wayshrine just up the hill from the road north of Vivec that a thought occurred to me. “Could that asshat, Hircine, be affecting Shade’s aging?”

“No. Hircine is invasive, but he is fair. He would not be tormenting Shade, not when she has made no slight against him.” Neethsi replied as he worked his literally godly Alteration magic and turned his humble teleport anchor into a nearly religious-looking structure within the short cave, which he’d already converted to look like part of a structure.

“What about what he did to you, Neethsi?” Shade asked in a voice that was so close to mirroring mine that I rubbed my throat uneasily, all upset yet mixed up at the idea she might be my twin soon.

“I directly defied him, ruined his Bloodmoon Prophecy and defeated him in one-on-one combat. He wrought his vengeance by personally afflicting me with Lycanthropy, the most potent strain of it at his command. However, I was immune, so he fused my Corprus into his Lycanthropy. This angered him further, because all he did was make me more powerful and failed to claim my soul. Corprus corrupted his curse. I am the first Lycanthrope free from Hircine and it angers him to no end.” Neethsi growled vindictively with pleasure. Whoa. Badass.

“Mom, didn’t you do something in our old world? We did find a shrine to him?” Shade asked me warily as she fidgeted with the straps of her armor.

“That wasn’t the same Hircine sweetling. Even if it was, he liked how bold I had been to do what I’d done.” I can’t really remember what I did though. I distinctly remember Hircine liked me for some reason though.

“The best Hunters are those Bold enough to act while Prey freezes in terror.” An echoing male voice from the mouth of the cave made us all jump as a massive white ethereal upright insect I believe was a kwama warrior entered.

“Hircine. Why have you come to bother me this time? Another challenge? Another attempt to goad me into your games?” Neethsi snarled furiously as I pulled Rarity and Shade to the side of the tunnel-like hallway.

“No. This is no time for amusement. I have come to bury the hatchet. We cannot afford for petty feuds to potentially cause reality itself to crumble. Especially not when your pet serpent can so easily depose our ilk.” Hircine declared evenly and seriously. “I also wished to assure you that your assumption is correct. I have no hand in this beast’s rapid growth. Now, do not tarry. Your actions to come may well spell our salvation or our doom.”

Just as he appeared, Hircine faded away, leaving no sign he had ever been here. “Dears, as much as I enjoy excitement, you all have far too much of it.” Rarity said with weak humor to lighten the mood. “Oh dear, I wish I’d let Pinkie come with us. She’d be so much better at bringing Laughter into the situation.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Neethsi assured our unicorn friend and lover before he finished the first new Wayshrine when it’s brazier lit with an ethereal blue magicka flame.

“Hold up!” We turned to see both Berserker and Twilight coming our way. Which was a surprise since I thought they would be gone by now. “You didn’t think we would leave without saying goodbye, did you?”

“And perhaps a gift from us both?” Twilight added with a sly smirk as she bumped her hip against him. “Apparently he had the foresight to have us all stay in contact, no matter how far apart. With my help we made it more possible.”

Nodding his head, Berserker handed us each a device. “Put these Communicators on your ears. This will help in keeping each other informed on the other’s progress, along with wanting guidance or to ask questions regarding the subject. Twilight also made sure they won’t be easy to steal.”

“As convenient as this is, it is a bit pre-emptive. The second Wayshrine I am making is the Lilmoth Wayshrine, so now you can wait here.” Neethsi teleported away with the loud crack of displaced air signature to unassisted teleportation.

“Oh, that’s convenient. I was expecting to spend a day and night flying on a ship to get back home. Once Neethsi has this Wayshrine network established, we’ll be able to move strategic resources much faster and ahead of main military forces. It’s also wonderful to have these wondrous structures back. It was such a shame that they were all destroyed by the end of the Interregnum.” Twilight sighed in lament and Rarity approached her friend.

“Twilight, I know that look. Don’t get sidetracked. You must remain vigil over the Tree of Harmony or reality may be doomed.” Rarity reminded her friend and Twilight’s ears wilted with a pout of her lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she stays the course and only makes notes for her little side-quest projects. Who knows, we might need them in the near future.” Berserker assured Rarity while also giving Twilight some leniency for other works. He’s quite the patient planner it seems.

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m even a Princess.” Twilight joked with a snort and hugged Rarity. “You stay safe. I know you’re our official link to remain in touch with Meen-Rei magically, but if you think you need a break, I’m more than sure our other friends could rotate out.” Huh? Rarity is with us for magic-related reasons, not just personal or political?

“Well...I would appreciate that after a while, but…” Rarity was blushing and biting her lip, which caused Twilight’s wings to pomf out and a bright smile to stretch her face.

“Oh Rarity, I’m so happy for you! Treat her well or I’ll transfigure you into frogs!” Twilight playfully threatened Shade and I, causing us to share a bemused glance. When was Shade part of our romantic unit? Wait, why am I having difficulty protesting this?! I had all of the issues with this just yesterday! Curse you Displacer! I will kick you in the reproductive organs!

“Twilight, please, have some faith in them.” Berserker said, but Twilight rolled her eyes in amusement at him.

“I’ll have faith when you stop flirting with me. Berserker, I’m gay. Or at least as gay as a herm can be without exclusively preferring other herms.” Twilight snarked and I blinked along with Shade. Berserker was hitting on Twilight? When? Sure, he had this presence, this aura, that drew me towards him in that manner, but he never flirted with me other than some comments.

“Wait, what? I wasn’t...was I?” The confused human asked as he thought this over. “Oh, fuck, I think I’m missing the Twilight I’m married to back home. Maybe all of my wives.” That made us all look at him in bewilderment. He’s married to how many? “It doesn’t help that Meen-Rei kinda reminds me of Wiatr.”

Who? I feel like that’s both incredibly flattering yet existentially terrifying. I’m not poking that with-wait! That may not be my feelings on the matter! “Who is Wiatr?” I asked through my trepidation and oddly instinctive repulsion to get to know about this person.

“Basically a Goddess that’s made up of four people in one body, that’s also a magical slime being. She’s also like you and I; a Displaced. Well, one of them is. Their aspects are Sex, Renewal and Commerce.” Berserker summed up and I felt that was enough-no, wait!

“Tell me, do any of the four people that make her up remind you of...of...old me?” I managed to force out despite the sudden pain in my voice box and facial muscles. Shade put a hand on my shoulder as I fought off my sudden bout of dizziness and the pounding headache.

“...Oh, fuck. Yeah, one of them is a vixen. Actually, aside from the extra tail and the rainbow fur and her giant fennec ears, she looked a lot like you did before, if bustier.” Berserker answered at the realisation. “That would explain why I was so...drawn to her back then. She reminded me of you!”

I keened in agony and leaned against Shade as some sort of deep secret I’d never known tore into my soul! H-how long has this been happening?! Am I just a fragment of a far greater whole, sundered by an evil entity and scattered across the multiverse for their amusement?! I must be right, because that thought process just hurt me more! It’s getting dark…

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[Morndas, 26th of Sun’s Height, 4E: 221]

“Ugh.” I groaned as I held my head, looking up at a pair of massive, red furry orbs. “Huh?” I groaned as I looked up, seeing a wolf. These musky, sloshy, tasty balls. He smells like Berserker. Since when was Berserker an anthro?

“I knew that’d wake you up if you’re even tangentially the same person I’m married to.” Berserker removed those musky nuts from my face and transformed back to being human before he was suddenly in his armor. That is a fancy trick! Wait, what?

“Wah?” He woke me up by putting his delicious spunk bunkers on my snout?

“She’s not really related to mom, though I did Displace a piece of her.” Hermais voiced in uncertainty. “Her soul though, that’s a different story. Now that I consider it, it’s eerily familiar to mama Willow’s soul. Not the same or from the same, but disturbingly similar.”

“Alternate realities, like Marauder and I?” Berserker questioned as I sat up and blearily blinked my eyes. We’re back at the dorm in LUM’s housing wing. Considering the Wayshrine for Lilmoth is in the main building of the university, I guess this was technically closer than Neethsi’s apartment in Vivec.

“I don’t know how to feel about that, but my pussy is sopping wet.” I huffed with a confused look at my fem-cum soaked shorts. Did I orgasm in my sleep from sniffing his balls? How? That would explain how satisfied I feel along with all this wetness matting my clothes to my groin. Also, why are my tits as big as basketballs right now? Wasn’t I a C-cup when I blacked out?

“Go ahead, dad!” Hermais chuckled as she pushed him toward me playfully.

“Woah!” Berserker caught himself before crashing into me, but in his panic, transformed back into his wolf form. Only he had dragon aesthetics thrown into the mix and two different sorts of wings. One demonic and one angelic emerging from his back. “H-Hermais? Why?”

“Eheheh!” Hermias giggled before snapping my clothes away, leaving us naked and me smelling this male who had red metal limbs from the elbows and knees down. “You two would have had a relationship, but things went loco. She was pregnant with your sister’s quadruplets before whatever calamity claimed her old world.”

“I-but, I need to.” I babbled, my brain was so confused. My body was telling me to breed with this sexy stud. My brain was mixed up. My spirit though, my soul, enhanced by my True Form of an Atronach, rebelled. I transformed, my body unfolding from flesh into constantly shifting yet somehow solid and smooth to the touch crystalline red scale-like shards suspended in raw bright blue magicka. “Get. Off.” I demanded, my voice echoing through the room.

Berserker was already on the other side of the room across from me in a defensive stance. Either I intimidated him or he thought I was a threat. It didn’t matter, since he did what I demanded. “Woops...forgot about that.” Hermais meekly said and was about to snap her fingers, but I reached out to her and she yelped when my intent to bring her to me yanked her into my grasp, the chaos noodle wrapping around me like she seemed to prefer.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to mess with me like this when I’m so distraught. Now then, what has happened while I’ve been incapacitated?” I questioned as I hovered towards the door. “Berserker, as attractive as you are, please put your clothes back on. I’m in no mood, I'm afraid.”

“Neither am I, sorry.” Berserker apologized as he returned to his human form with his armor back. His head hung in shame, but I didn’t blame him. I blame Hermais for this whole charade.

“What’s going on here?!” A guard demanded after he rushed down the hall and leveled a spear at me, his hands shaking. Berserker got in front of him and right up in his face.

“That’s not a daedra, that’s The Atronach, Meen-Rei. Stand down.” Berserker ordered harshly and I tilted my head at the Title. That’s right. I’m The Atronach, a living nexus of raw magicka directly channeling Magnus’s power on the surface of Mundus. It’s so easy to forget something so important when I have my little concerns and pleasures of the flesh to focus on.

“Um, can I go please?” Hermais asked from where she was still acting like a shoulder-ornament draping down on either side of my swirling and shifting huge breasts.

“No. I rather like where you are.” I pet her noodly body and then floated down the hallway in the direction of the main part of the building. “Where are Neethsi, Rarity and Shade?” I asked firmly while still petting my living scarf, which was currently my only form of clothing. Hm. I don’t care if anyone sees me nude like this. Is it a disassociation? Do I simply have different standards?

“I think Neethsi is working on the Wayshrines in Skyrim right now. He already got all of the ones in Black Marsh, Morrowind and Vvardenfell done. Rarity is with the other girls and Shade...well. You’ll see.” Berserker uncomfortably said and I felt sadness and pain in my very being. I’m a failure as a mother if I can’t even be there for my daughter in her time of need.

I let Berserker guide me to a section of the university I was distinctly familiar with and I felt dread well within me as we neared the milking room. My fears were both confirmed and also replaced with shock when instead of being pumped for sap, I witnessed someone exactly like me as I am now, floating just above the table and having magicka siphoned from her. “She’s…”

“We don’t know what Neethsi did. Something with a dagger and he fed both her and you his blood when her Change was so drastic and you were vulnerable. Your Displacer is a real fucking asshole.” Berserker snarled as I hovered closer to my beautiful and alien daughter. I ran my hand on her shifting crystalline snout and she jolted upright, causing me to flinch away.

“Mom! Mom?” Shade turned towards me with fear and worry in her ethereal voice, which was replaced by awe. She hovered closer and we clasped hands, our shifting and moving busts smishing together as we looked into each other’s glowing eye sockets. “Mom? You’re so beautiful...I am too. What is this?”

“Oh, my sweetling. I don’t know.” I hugged her and we stayed like this, floating in a tender and comforting embrace for an unknown period of time.

“Not to be cruel, but I think it’d be good if you two came down from the ceiling and returned to your flesh bodies.” Berserker called up to us and we looked down in bemusement, only tethered by the magicka siphon manacles on Shade’s wrists. When did we end up here?

“Uh, okay. How do we do that?” Shade asked me and I steadied myself before helping her float back down on instinct. I then willed myself to put back on my confining and limited flesh that quickly overwhelmed me for a moment in sensations my True Form lacked.

“J-just will it dear. Will yourself back into your body of flesh and hormones.” Good gosh, how do I think straight like this?! I’m constantly packed full of all these complicated chemicals that control my actions more than my rational thoughts. I both love and hate this. I don’t want to give up my mortal body, it’s how I experience pleasure after all, but at the same time I want to get out as fast as possible, stretch my magicka legs.

“Okay.” Shade then solidified, her shifting scales of crystal formed over her glowing blue magicka silhouette and turned into flesh, bone and organs. Soon she was panting and leaning against me, her huge b-ball sized breasts pressing against my matching boobs as her eyes, the same as mine, looked both lost and amazed. “Whoa...this is so weird.”

“Are you two going to be alright?” Berserker asked us, but I did pick up on his depression, even when he tried to hide it.

“I’m sure we will, what about you?” I asked after I straightened up and looked Shade over. She appeared to look like my sister more than my daughter now. I was pissed off about this. The monster who took my daughter’s second chance at a childhood away will pay!

“Honestly? I kinda feel like hammered shit.” Berserker answered as his shoulders sagged. I glared down at Hermais for causing him to feel this way.

“Sorry Dad. I did mark this Universe on the No-Travel list for the Empire after Herma poo’s attack on me. I have no idea how your token got through...or Auntie Ava’s? Huh?” Hermias said when she looked at a corner of the milking room. “Is no one listening to me?! I expressly said don’t let Tokens into this Mundus! How are they getting in?!”

“Wait, you’re trying to stop me from getting help?” I glared at Hermais, who had taken the wise opportunity to get away from me.

“You ordered Tokens not to come in here?” Shade huffed and wrapped an arm around my waist, causing the sides of our big, bouncy, boobilicious busts and wide egg-bearing thicc hips to press together. “Well, you dealt with that jackass, so stop preventing Meen-Rei from getting the help she may need.” Shade demanded with her other hand pointing accusingly at Hermais. Um...oh no. I’m sexually attracted to my daughter-turned-sister!

“Daedric Princes are powerful, almost on par with Mother, Auntie and their other, planer family. It’s dangerous for other Displaced to just pop up here if they’re not powerful enough to shrug it off like Berserker!” Hermias defended. “I’m only trying to stop someone Displaced as some weak guy from a wholesome story getting turned into a werebeast or vampire against their will!”

“Who is yelling at our niece?” A sultry voice demanded from the brazier in the corner.

“Ah, Jesus.” Berserker groaned at the sound of the voice as he went to pick the brazier up. “Now what?”

“Who’s that?” I questioned warily and backed away when the brazier lit up with blue fire.

“Someone I both love and hate and everything in between those two extremes.” The human commented, which earned an amused sexy giggle from the Token he was holding.

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