Ch.33

[Morndas, 2nd of Last Seed, 4E: 221]

We returned to Lilmoth first thing in the morning. The instant Shade and I made it to the workshop, we got to work ‘hammering’ out more muskets! Our first official writ ordered 3000 muskets. 1000 per nation of the Pact. Yeah, that’s a lot, but so long as we had the material available, I could see us knocking out hundreds a day, maybe more since I’m also making a second Hepha for Shade to directly assist instead of just aiding me in the magic parts.

Sadly, Neethsi immediately had to get to work on converting his other teleportation anchors to Wayshrines, so he wouldn’t be here to help us until later. “Mm~ darling~.” I cooed and wiggled my tail between the thicc thighs of the mare pressing against my back while I made...I think this is the 201st musket of the day? What time is it? How many did Shade and I put together? “Put down that hammer, it’s lunchtime.”

“What?” I looked to the left at the massive pile of muskets carefully stacked in the corner. “Holy shit. I forgot how zen I get when I’m making things.” Scratch my earlier timetable. I might finish this first writ in less than a week. “Wait, where’s Shade?” When did she stop helping me with the magic part?! I know I was doing it after she showed me how to do it right, but has she been slacking?! I will give her long flowing sexy mane of feathers such a noogie!

“She came to get me after setting up the materials for this last musket because you were in a fugue.” I cooed when Rarity cupped my breasts and I purred with my tail undulating against her groin. “She said I’d be able to snap you out of it with some TLC.”

“Mm~ how Tender your Loving Care is.” I growled playfully and turned around to kiss the beautiful mare, enjoying her moan when I infused her with more magicka. I’m impressed she isn’t turning into an atronach herself with how much magicka I’ve been filling her with, but I don’t think that’s how my new species works. “*smooch* Yes. I could use some lunch.” I pulled down her suspiciously loose bustier and suckled on her left nipple, the mare moaned as I drank.

“Oh~ yes. Drink from me. I’m so full~.” Rarity cooed and petted my head as she groped her free breast, kneading and milking her thimble-sized nipple to spray her glowing blue-white milk all over the floor and to drizzle down the underside of her breast and down her moving arm. “Look what you’ve done to me darling. You’ve turned me into a milkmare and I haven’t had a single foal.” Rarity cooed and breathed heavier in pleasure.

“I’m sure Neethsi could fix that~.” Shade’s voice lilted before she sandwiched Rarity between us by pressing into her back and groping the sides of her breasts. Mm~ she’s letting them grow bigger~! “Sis and I can’t afford to get preggers, but I’m sure you’re gonna be staying relatively safe. Why not have Neethsi put a foal in this womb?” Shade growled as she moved her hands down and rubbed Rarity’s lower abdomen.

“Oh~ don’t tempt me! Besides, the Estrous Cycle won’t be until late First Seed of next year. Us ponies are nearly infertile outside of that time.” Rarity panted and moaned as her breasts got bigger and bigger, their glowing contents causing her flesh and fur to shine until she fell onto her three-foot wide yoga ball boobs and I still gorged on her milk. Shade moved next to me. “Yes! Drink my dears! Look what you’ve turned me into~!” Rarity squeaked as she came.

“Mm~!” I chugged and gulped at the gushing soda-can sized purple teat in ecstasy. A faint gnawing hunger that I sated daily was being properly drowned and satisfied by Rarity’s Magic Milk. So creamy, so rich, so filling. Outside of getting her Magic Cum in my womb, this is the most fulfilling sensation I’ve ever had.

“Ahem.” Someone grabbed me by the back of my tunic and pulled me away from Rarity’s divine breast and I gasped for air, not having realized I’d nearly stopped breathing to get more of Rarity’s magic into me. I dumbly blinked my eyes to try and focus beyond the heavenly lactic haze I’d drowned myself in to see Berserker’s disapproving face. “Having fun?”

“I was, but now I’m worried we went overboard.” Shade panted from where she was being held off her feet by the collar of her tunic too.

“Yeah. Lost it there for a bit.” I admitted and looked down at Rarity, who was panting and recovering from her boobgasm. “Are you okay, Rarity?”

“Ah...ah? Yes, I’m fine dear. Just adjusting to having an orgasm from only my breasts. It is quite breathtaking. Are you feeling nourished?” Rarity asked before her bosom shrunk back down to her normal F-cup size and she pulled her clothes over her glorious chest before getting to her hooves, looking even more radiant and looking hotter than a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire.

Great, now I remember a vaguely similar situation involving my prior life as Maid Marian. “Yeah. Thanks for the meal, but couldn’t you have done this a little less lewdly? I’m sure you could’ve just breastfed us instead of riling us up.” I pouted at my lover, who smirked naughtily at me. “Ugh, whatever. Put us down Berserker, we’re done being dirty.” Aside from last time, this is the most satisfying thing I’ve felt in my life. Well, besides Palutena, but that’s not fair to Rarity.

Letting out a disgruntled huff, he put us down. “I’ll leave you girls to it.” With that, Berserker left us alone. Is he even grumpier than yesterday? I guess Twilight’s opening attempt at becoming his friend fell flat. Oh well, back to work...in 45 minutes. Right, Rarity might punish us if we don’t actually take a full break. My arms and hands are pretty tired.

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“How did it look to be going, General Themis?” Miun-La asked without looking up from the paperwork. Berserker dodged a bullet, since he wasn’t the local chief of the military, he only had to sign off on things, not actually go over them. That was Miun-La’s job. “I understand it’s only the first day, but an estimate of progress would be good for trying to guess where and how many muskets would be going places sooner.”

“They might actually beat the expected date. Already made 201 muskets.” Berserker answered the Guard Captain, since he wanted to be useful and sitting on his hands wasn’t his way.

“Astounding. Even a veteran workshop would be hard pressed to produce ten crossbows in a day. Truly they were the right people for such a task. I’ll have a cart to collect the first batch tomorrow for sorting, serializing and labeling for distribution. At the rate they’re going however, if not for the extremely generous donation from Hortator Neethsi’s personal stores, they’d have run through the available stock already. I’ll have to get emergency supply wagons brought in.” Miun-La shook his head with a cruel and eager grin that Berserker remembered on his sibling’s faces when they were either doing or about to do something really fun.

Wow this guy was a nerd. No wonder he’s so police-minded since he’s essentially a bureaucrat with a mace. “Whatever.” Berserker shrugged before his senses went haywire, which could only mean… “Those cunts.” Whipping out his pistol, he aimed it at the corner of the room. “You either come out now or I shoot you and mail your corpse back to the Council!”

Miun-La was startled by the sudden action, but was even more disturbed when a dunmer female assassin in full chitin armor appeared in the corner of the room with her hands held up. “Damn you n’wah. My writ is forfeit, but you still have a year to survive surveillance.” She huffed and retrieved a scroll from her satchel that she tossed onto Miun-La’s desk before escaping in a flash of gray light.

“Damned Morag Tong fetchers!” Miun-La snarled with spittle on his lips as he unrolled the scroll to see who the target was. “Of course some councilors couldn’t handle an Outworlder being given such a position of leadership. At least it’s a watch and execute order rather than a full assassination writ. They can’t kill you without explicit proof of you being untrustworthy.”

“It’s always the same shit, no matter which reality you end up in. I bet our friendly dunmer captain reported that I fought instead of leading from the back like a coward.” Berserker said with a sneer of disdain. Not at Golnis, but at the fact he had to lead from behind.

“Of course he did. I did, Birnir did. It’s our job to report everything. You’re crucial to our field command. Throwing you at the front is irresponsible. An incredible warrior you may be sir, but without you establishing a chain of command, Golnis, Birnir and I had to quickly hammer out who called the shots between us. It was fortunate they elected me as the local so I could tell them what not to do as we cleaned up the patrols and remnant daedra.” Miun-La stood up and approached Berserker and surprisingly put his hands on the human’s shoulders.

“General Themis. It is not cowardly to rise to an occasion set before you. What is cowardly is to run from it.” Miun-La daringly said to his visor and sighed. “I am a coward in comparison to you. I was terrified of field work when I first joined the guard out of desperation for a stable living. I worked at proving myself a capable leader not to guide my guards on the streets, but to safely hide behind a desk in an office.” Miun-La turned away and shook his head.

“Well that worked out for you.” Berserker growled uncomfortably at being called a coward and not being able to really deny that position from Miun-La’s perspective.

“Yes, but it didn’t make me happy. I wallow in wonder if had I been truly brave and faced my fears, would I still be where I am? Would I have instead learned to love the task I had initially set myself to? I’ll never know. Now I rarely get to escape my boring job running herd on my guard regiment. Yesterday was perhaps the most exciting thing I’ve had in my decades of service. Now, I’m back here, in my own little prison. I’m in the opposite camp from you General, but I can see the parallels.” Miun-La sat back down and the green-scaled blue-eyed argonian went to work.

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[Tirdas, 3rd of Last Seed, 4E: 221]

“Sis. You are the best. I think I love you.” Shade said as she held up her own copy of Hepha, the magic crafting hammer. Unlike in my past life, this one is essentially just a specialized Alteration channeling tool able to manipulate materials into forms. The reason she was so happy was because, together, we were able to knock out another 600 to go with yesterday’s 400. That’s 1/3rd of the writ done in two days! We actually had to stop and wait for supplies at lunch!

The best thing was that I had only finished her hammer after hitting 200 muskets mid-morning, meaning we can make even more tomorrow if the Pact actually manages to supply enough material. The supply wagon even had several broken or unused weapons and armor to sacrifice in lieu of not having so much raw material ready in time. That said, it was only mid-afternoon and we had to stop for the day.

“How about we stop by the milking room sis? It’s been a while.” I groped my breasts, both feeling and hearing the slosh of my sap inside. The pressure never mounted, they never got sore or heavy or inflated like when my life here began, but I’m so backed up. I can feel it even if it doesn’t bother me. I anticipate the relief of letting it out though.

“Oh yeah. Let’s do that. We’ll kick Dash and Shy out if they’re in there again. I’m sure Shy had milkers at her place anyway since she’s a beast tamer.” Shade and I put away our hammers and left the workshop before promptly finding the nearby ‘milking’ room. It had a proper name, but to us it was the milking room. We sat on the padded table and pulled our tunics down before letting our breasts expand to our default basketball sizes that matched our atronach forms.

“Oh, I’d better turn it on.” I chuckled at forgetting and got up to flip the switch.

“Oh!” We turned to see Rarity blushing in the door and she smirked before fully entering and locking the door. “I was coming to finally relieve this fullness in my bosom, but it seems you had the same idea.” Rarity used her magic to grab the hoses and flip the switch. “Come now darlings, let’s get milked.”

Rarity giggled and put the hoses on us, causing Shade and I to moan and lustily leer at Rarity before she pulled her top down and upped her bust to match ours before attaching her own hoses. We sat on the table with Rarity between Shade and I, leaning back and letting the pump siphon our magic lactate away into the fancy magic system that sorted fluids.

“Hey, girls? Have you really finished this man-eep!” Twilight squeaked and covered her eyes with a hot blush when she saw us topless and idly enjoying getting our breasts pumped. “Sorry! I thought only Rei and Shade would be here, Rarity!” Oh? Does Twilight have some feelings for her friend~?

“Well, my status as a milkmare is quite new, so it is forgiven, darling. If anything...why not help us out?” Rarity fluttered her sexy eyes and I joined Shade in leering lustfully at the alicorn, who gulped nervously at three hyper-busty women all being milked and hungrily leering at her.

“A-as nice as that would be, I-I don’t feel quite comfortable with intruding on your romantic unit. H-have fun!” Twilight fled and closed the door that had been locked before. Silly mare.

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Berserker jumped a bit at the slamming door and looked up from the book he was reading at Twilight panting and flustered as she pressed against the door. “Uh, you okay?”

“No! I just walked in on Rarity getting her breasts pumped and I’m all hot and bothered and so confused right now~!” Twilight wailed as she sunk to her butt and buried her eyes in her palms.

“You wanna talk it out of your system?” Berserker suggested.

“...You wouldn’t mind hearing about it?” Twilight sniffled and wrapped her wings around herself.

“I won’t mind. Now, speak your mind.” Berserker encouraged the alicorn.

“Well...my friends. We’ve known each other since we were fillies. We grew up here together, in Lilmoth. We’ve had all sorts of adventures, there was even a point in our teens we went out into the swamp to explore. We did pretty okay believe it or not. Anyway, I love my friends. They’re everything to me. However, when I realized I was physically attracted to them, things got awkward for a while…” Twilight rubbed her eyes and took a calming breath.

“I’m guessing it wasn’t both ways?” Berserker probed to get her to keep going.

“Not really. Pinkie and AJ are as straight as possible, Dash and Shy experimented young and never grew apart from each other. Rarity though. She was always a herm. That...turned me away. At first. Her male organs disgusted me, but since she cared, she tried to help me be able to look past that. We tried to be marefriends, but it was too hard for me to physically reciprocate my emotions for her with her...her penis ruining intimacy.” Twilight sniffled and hiccuped.

“Do you feel your disdain for males or herms might be the cause of your confusion?” He questioned to see if she could clarify.

“No. It’s that...we tried, it didn’t work out so we stayed friends. Seeing her like that, purely feminine with huge honkers getting milked like a foal-bearing mare rekindled my feelings. Then I noticed Meen-Rei and Shade next to her getting the same treatment and a burning hot rage filled my chest, before it fell into anguish and envy.” Twilight sobbed and pressed her face into her knees she’d curled up so much. “Am I a bad person? I can’t seem to find anyone for me because of my hang-ups. Now I’m upset with my friend’s happiness with someone else.”

“...No, you’re not a bad person. You’re just emotionally distraught by that which you want, but could never have because of your sexual preferences. That doesn’t make you a bad person, it just means you need to be mature and work out these feelings.” Berserker advised and Twilight stood up to approach his room’s desk where she sat in the chair to face him.

“I’d gathered that much, but how do I deal with this?” Twilight pleaded from the human and Berserker scratched the back of his head in uncertainty.

“Well, one way is to find someone else you can feel both emotionally and physically attracted to. From there, build up that relationship and move on. Another would be to tell Rarity about all of this and maybe work something out that may not make you both happy, but at least not let this issue fester.” Berserker offered up and Twilight leaned on the desk with a melancholy look.

“I fled, saying I wasn’t comfortable intruding on her romantic unit’s intimacy.” Twilight admitted and Berserker hummed.

“Which is very mature of you, but did they offer you an in?” Twilight hesitantly nodded. “Then you’re an idiot. That was an opportunity to not only get laid, but you might’ve been able to work out your feelings with Rarity in an intimate setting.”

“I’d...rather not. I’ll talk to her later. Thanks, Berserker.” Twilight leaned down and nuzzled his temple before leaving his room.

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“Why the fuck did she come to me about this?”

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“Oh. So you two were a couple before.” I nodded in understanding after Rarity finished explaining why she’d offered Twilight a lewd time with us.

“Yes. Unfortunately, while I more than fit her preferences in most ways, my male endowment was too much for her to get intimate with me. It really soured the relationship and we stayed friends after deciding it wouldn’t work out. I’d hoped that being a herm herself for a while would have eased up her preferences, but I guess I’m just an especially horny mare compared to her.” Rarity sighed wistfully and turned off the pump that had been sucking our tits this whole time.

“Mm~ this was wonderful.” Shade purred and pulled the cups from her puffed-up areolae with a suction pop, which Rarity and I imitated. “Ah~ I feel so light, like an imperceivable weight has lifted from my chest.” That’s an advanced word there, Shade.

“Yes, I feel much the same way.” Rarity sighed and cupped her breasts before shrinking them and pulling her top back up, which Shade and I mirrored. “It may not have been sexual relief, but it was quite pleasurable. I still prefer having you two kneeling before me and worshiping me.” Rarity purred with a grope of her chest before leaning in and kissing me. Mm~. “Mm, thanks for the top-off.” Rarity winked and then kissed Shade before leaving the room.

“She’s just so beautiful both outside and inside.” I sighed longingly, but certainly another supply wagon must have arrived, so we’d best get to work. When I opened the door, Rarity was just outside and chatting with Mellow! I haven’t seen my healer friend in ages! “Mellow~!” I squealed and hugged the shorter unicorn, not caring I was shoving his snout into my cleavage.

“Mmph!” Mellow flailed for a moment and tried to push himself away from my grasp, but somehow I restrained him without really trying until I released him. Holy crap, my brief training under Neethsi really improved my strength! “Careful Rei, you can kill someone with those.” Mellow joked and I hiss-snickered. “I’m here because the system alerted all staff that the collection tanks are full.” Oops?

“Sorry about that dear, it’s because all three of us were using it. Sorry to inconvenience you. Goodbye dears, I’ll be back to collect you at the end of the day.” Rarity waved with a wink at us and left us be. Oh, if only we didn’t have a rapidly approaching war on the horizon.

“So, how has your flesh body been handling calorie intake when it doesn’t process it?” Huh? Oh...wait, did he just ask if we’re getting fatter?! Well...actually, where is it going?

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