Ch.42

[Loredas? 14th of Last Seed? 4E: 221?]

He wasn’t sure. Has 72 hours passed? Had it only been a few moments? He’d destroyed the Dominion naval units stationed at Hegathe, Gilane and even Taneth despite its location making naval deployment of negligible timeliness. Each assault had lasted barely an hour each. He tried to head back to reunite with the real Berserker, but he kept getting turned around.

One moment he was trying to return to Lilmoth, the next he was in a structure entirely composed of Dwarven Metal and fully intact. Then he found himself in the middle of a pitched battlefield so chaotic he couldn’t tell who belonged to which side. Each time he misplaced himself, his suit's chronometer went haywire, displaying confusing and impossible outcomes.

He could only assume 72 hours hadn’t passed, because he wasn’t a brainless pile of protein goop. However, he also couldn’t be sure of that. Time did fracture multiple times in the past...how long? Whatever. He was currently in a region of harsh rocky desert and had no clue where he was. “Ugh…” A woman’s groan of suffering drew his attention.

He looked down into the canyon below to see a naked and quite attractive maned Skaven woman who was oddly tan and black with uneven stripes. Were she to press against the canyon walls, she’d blend right in since her black tail, hands and nips wouldn’t be hard to hide. She was carrying a black Horned Bell that rang alarms in his mind. That was one of his, er, Berserker’s wife’s artifacts! What is a Horned Bell doing in this place?

“Hey! Where did you get that?!” He demanded before he jumped down and startled the average-height woman when he landed in front of her. “Do you have any idea what that is?”

“It is an artifact of Tsrrashi’s new Goddess! She will take it to the Unfinished Tower and help save this world!” The naked rodent boldly declared with a hiss that was still feline enough along with her fangs and name to paint a picture that this woman was once a Khajiit, not a Skaven.

“Hmph, well-.” His chronometer updated...well fuck. “Ugh...I don’t have time. I trust that since you plan to work for my wife, that you won’t become a raving mad monster of consumption and war?” At her confused head tilt, he had to assume she wouldn’t. “Take this armor, continue south to-.”

Tsrrashi squeaked in a manner she wasn’t used to yet at the sight of the hulking man falling over and fleshy goo dumping out onto the sandy ground of the canyon that was the entry from Bangkorai to Sunforge on the path she followed. She waited several minutes before warily approaching the armor and pulling it from the unnervingly tasty smelling goop.

He said that her goddess was his wife. This must have been an avatar sent forth in support! She would take this armor, regardless of her body type being unsuited to it. It would aid her in her pilgrimage to the lost Tower of Rourken, which she would finish as commanded.

She retrieved it from the goo and put it on piece by piece. Once it was done, it pulled together and an odd language appeared before her eyes. “Um, is this the-?” Before she could finish, the language changed to one similar enough to Cyrodilic that she could read it. “Conform-eep!” Tsrrashi squeaked when the armor morphed around her, hugging her body instead of hiding it.

“Ah! Incredible! The Goddess smiles upon me!” Tsrrashi picked up the bell, gasping at how much lighter it felt, before she began nearly sprinting south into Sunforge.

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[Tirdas, 17th of Last Seed, 4E: 221]

I woke up in pain, like I have for the past few days. Healing was already at my bedside and going through the morning procedure. Unfortunately, Twilight needed some time to make a proper heart-shaped amber from my collected sap, so I was put on bedrest and forced to suffer in the name of recovery. Healing and Mellow were a stunning double-team of magic and medicine. Each day I woke up in less pain, but I was still in fairly big amounts of it.

“There. She is ready for her medicine, Professor Cake.” Healing kindly announced and Mellow, who had gotten a massive ego boost from being called ‘professor’ by his colleague since yesterday, approached with his nurse Freda. They helped me down each one and I was thankful that Mellow had figured out how to make potions not taste like garbage without weakening them. “I wish I could say you’d be done healing by Sundas, but the Headmistress needs you.”

“Eugh, whew, it’s time?” I asked as I fought to keep the liter of varied flavors of potion down.

“Yes. You’re very brave and Generous to be volunteering for such a thing.” Freda commented with an approving expression on her beautiful snow-white face. “You and your sister.” What?

“Shade? She’s back?” I asked in confusion, because she must’ve just got back since I haven’t seen her since Neethsi and I returned.

“She’s been back. Has she not come to visit you?” Freda asked in surprise and I felt hurt at this news. “I’ll be having words with her, you stay here and rest.” Freda demanded before the sexy former ghost in a ‘nurse’ robe stormed out of the living space of my workshop, frost spreading from her paws with each step and a chill wind coming from her rapidly wagging bushy tail.

“Your assistant is a scary one, Professor Cake.” Healing chuckled and Mellow blushed with a dumb smile and a nod as he followed after his obvious paramour.

“I can’t believe my sister didn’t come to see me…” I muttered sadly as I laid back down in bed.

“She has her reasons, I’m sure. Considering how much time she’s spent with Headmistress Sparkle and Hex Maniac, I’m certain it has to do with your impending magical surrogacy.” Healing said and I had to wince. Who names their child Hex Maniac? Ponies are so odd.

“Ah, then I could understand.” I hoped that was the case. Shade was my daughter once, before our asshole Displacer decided she was better as my twin sister. My feelings for her were extremely confused. I loved her as a daughter, as a sister, even as a lover. I couldn’t have children with her because we’re related, but I wouldn’t hesitate to pleasure her by this point.

My concerns were abated by Freda storming back in with a happy smile and her tail wagging even faster in joy rather than agitation, cooling down the hot room with her chilly aura. “She’ll see you in a bit, she’s preparing for her part of the procedure.” I still don’t get why she’s involved, but okay, that helps me calm down.

“Which begins here and now!” Twilight suddenly declared, having teleported with Shade into the room and Twilight looked manic with excitement and lust. “It’ll take several hours of you two laying in a ritual circle however, I’ll get drawing since I don’t want to move you too far or have you in your atronach form too soon.”

“Don’t worry sis, I’ll be laying on the floor with you.” Shade assured me and I groaned at the coming displeasure of laying on the stone floor for hours straight.

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Brennie moaned and woke up feeling all discombobulated. What the absolute fuck happened? One moment she was arguing with Luci over her name again, the next her brain got all stuffed with information she couldn’t handle and she blacked out. The clone must’ve been disrupted and had its separate memories returned to her since it didn’t meld back into her properly.

“There you go. Apologies, considering the reason you fainted was due to a temporal dissonance between the information being provided to you, it was easiest to simply stabilize you and wait until the point of information broadcast entered linear time.” One of the snooty high elf monks of the Psijic Order informed her with a fairly cheerful note to his voice. “Don’t worry, you’ll be up in a moment. We Mystics have something like this happen to us now and then, it’s nothing new.”

“I think my wards were destroyed at that moment. Now I’m more exposed than usual.” Brennie groaned in annoyance. “What’s this tingling feeling? Is it your world’s magic seeping into me?” She asked the monk, not sure if she should feel grateful or worried. It certainly feels different than any other source of magical power she was used to.

“Well, yes, but also no.” Brennie just realized that seemed to be a favorite phrase in this dimension. “You were already attuned to Mundus, so you had magicka flowing through you, however those pesky wards were hindering your ability to process it, so we removed them to help you recover. One doesn’t expect their mind to come back when it’s being blocked.” Spooky.

“Sorry. Those wards have saved me a thousand times over in the past. I’m guessing they became a bit of a crutch that was slowing me down.” Brennie sighed as she thought back to her clone. “Strange. My flash clone’s memories returned to me, but not the body. Now my second set of armor is in the care of a female Khajiit on a mission to bring my wife’s enlightenment into this world.”

“Oh dear, I hope she doesn’t destabilize reality in the process, we’re rather precarious at the moment.” The monk commented casually, as if the end of causality was no big deal. Then again, these weird monks had been popping in and out of reality since basically forever.

“Same. Although I’m more worried about the clone’s body. Something tells me I’m gonna be seeing him again real soon, but with a different look in appearance and personality.” The human woman gave a little shiver in anticipation. She knew it might be the work of Wiatr, whether she meant it or not was irrelevant. “That and people that end up joining in my wife’s religion will be rewarded for their...faith in her.”

“How so? Most Daedric rewards have terrible prices.” The monk stated curiously.

“She’s a Goddess of Sex, Fertility and Commerce. They’ll become sexier, bigger and better in bed. It doesn’t stop there, either. Farmers will be blessed with fertile lands for their crops to grow in abundance. Merchants will be able to sell more products and make bigger earnings than before. Every society she gets involved in flourishes wildly. It’s a wonder the constant preaching of moderation gets through to anyone with the rest of her teachings being about indulgence.” Brennie huffed fondly, both irritated yet enamored with her wife’s odd influence.

“Well then, we’ll deal with it when it becomes our problem in the future. Before you head down to the battlements, would you care for some tea and scones?” The monk offered and Brennie’s body, while being nourished by magic, urged her to accept.

“Yes please.” She held out her hand for the tea and sipped it. Mm~, zesty.

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Tsrrashi rounded Ska’vyn, the city unknowing of its importance to her Goddess and the coming changes. The suit of impressive body-conforming armor actually aided her stealth instead of hindered it and the former khajiit didn’t notice anyone in pursuit, which was good. While no longer occupied by the Dominion, Tsrrashi had no illusions that the Imperials wouldn’t stop her due to their own sensibilities.

Tsrrashi couldn’t fault them, they were civic-minded and would apprehend or kill her in the belief it was to protect themselves and the people they served. The Bell told her that only those willing would be Changed, that not everyone was suited to be Skaven. That wasn’t to say non-Skaven weren’t equal to Skaven, they were just as welcome. This was part of why Tsrrashi so quickly accepted her new Goddess. Wiatr preached tolerance and acceptance as well as indulgence.

Considering that Wiatr is a goddess of Sex, Fertility and Commerce, it was like having Dibella, Zenithar and maybe a bit of Sanguine thrown in the mix of a single super-sexy package! Tsrrashi fought not to groan aloud and undress to pleasure herself to thoughts of her new goddess, which proved to her as more evidence of her becoming more and more like said deity in body and spirit. No, bad Tsrrashi. Time enough for pleasure later.

Suitably self-chastened, she scurried into the nearly buried cave the Bell told her was the way into the hidden construction site of the Tower of Rourken. This part was surprisingly easy. Unlike her khajiit heritage, her new Skaven body gave her far superior burrowing skills.

So she was surprised to find herself beyond the compacted dirt and sand that had blown in over thousands of years and pushing in the brassy doors signature of the dwarves. She carefully skulked in, wary of violent automatons. She froze when a dwarven spider neared, but it looked at her and then moved back to what it was doing.

Still wary, the assumed unarmed rat woman followed it in and found herself in the chamber the Bell had told her about. It was the first floor? Tsrrashi wasn’t going to question it, but she was curious how this would work. She approached the device hanging from the ceiling and hooked the horns of the bell into the slots.

Once secured, she turned about until she found a lever and scurried to it. She pulled on it so excitedly she bent the handle. “Oops!” However, despite damaging the lever, it finished its motion and the structure rumbled, klaxons bellowed, automatons scurried about dutifully and the bell began ringing. “Oh~ yes~!” Tsrrashi moaned and pulled at her armor, which vanished into a cube for some reason, but she was too eager to feed her new rodent tail to her cunt to care.

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General Saecus Burtirus glowered at the info he was getting from the border. The Dominion was marching inland from the coast due to the loss of their ships. Saecus had been here for negotiations of joining the Daggerfall Pact due to its resurgence between Hammerfell, High Rock and the remnants of Orsinium. The Empire wasn’t long for this world and the Emperor knew it, so he was willing to bend the knee to join these people instead of the other way around.

They were already rendering assistance, but this specific alliance only emerged due to news of Yokuda being back and many Redguards rushing to secure their homeland from being invaded by the Dominion. “If only you Redguards didn’t rush off the mainland, we wouldn’t need the Imperials!” Ghagrol Orumndar, the Orc ‘king’ of Orsinium, which rose once more from ruin as it tended to, gruffly accused.

“Our homeland is back, our true homeland. We fear the Dominion sinking it again.” Tieda Biska, the Redguard leader, spoke with a glare at her Ally. “That was before the Thalmor annihilated Direnni Tower by sinking the Isle of Balfiera at an angle.” Which was a key reason why Saecus wasn’t taking his Legion and marching back to Cyrodiil to defend it.

“Milady, there’s reports of Dwemer-”

“Philanold, shush, we’re still in a meeting!” Cayra Monre, the Breton leader, shouted at her lieutenant. Fair of hair and pretty of face she may be, but she was as fiery as any Breton.

“But the Dwemer-”

“Leave, we can’t have distractions.” Cayra barked before turning back to the other leaders.

“Orsinium wants an agreement that we can have actual Territory with how Redguards are leaving Hammerfell. We won’t ask for much, but only the acknowledgment that the Mountains we dwell in are our own.” Ghagrol demanded with a pointed look to the other two. “I came to the meeting because of ancient treaties and to uphold the honor of my people as a whole, but the tribes scattered in Skyrim, Hammerfell, High Rock and Cyrodiil won’t come at my word unless I have some Oath they can get behind. We need to be recognized as a nation.”

“Will you swear on the blood and honor of your people that you will cease trying to invade and conquer the lands around you?” Saecus questioned doubtfully and Ghagrol growled with his fists tightening and veins on his neck and temple bulging out.

“As much as it spits on the spirit of our Oaths to Malacath, even He can see we aren’t getting anywhere. Our culture won’t change, it can’t, it never will. However, we can change what are...acceptable targets.” Ghagrol grumbled as a Legionnaire burst into the meeting room. “What is-?”

“A Brass Tower is rising just south of the city!” The soldier shouted, causing everyone to balk and follow him out the room and onto the battlements of the wall surrounding Ska’vyn. They didn’t even need to get to the southern wall to see the gleaming Brass Tower, clearly of traditional Dwarven construction, rising from the sands of the small plain south of the city.

What’s more, the sight wasn’t accompanied by a violent shaking of the ground. Instead, it was the signature clacking of Dwarven clockwork punctuated with an eerie bell toll that filled Saecus with both dread and an odd urge to pay Legate Monria a visit for some rather inappropriate fraternization. “By the Divines.” Whoever said that, they had a right to. Nobody could’ve anticipated whatever this meant.

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“There. It’s ready.” Twilight panted and wiped sweat from her brow. She’d been sitting at the edge of the circle of chalk for most of the day by now while I was cuddled and kissed by my sister/lover Shade inside of said circle. I still ached, but Shade even fed me sap from her bosom, which was hallucinogenic and helped pass the time. How did she drink so much of it?

“Finally.” Shade grumbled and sat up, helping me upright due to being stiff and sore. “Okay. Now, this is going to be incredibly sexy sis.” I figured. I gulped and looked at Twilight, who groped herself and bit her lip before she levitated the key component other than Shade and I out of her cleavage.

A golden, shining cartoony heart of Hist Amber intrinsically carved with runes about the size of a chicken egg. I took it into my hands and gulped nervously. “I won’t become the Heart, right?” I asked weakly, because I wasn’t going to stop if that was the case.

“No. You will give it life and form when it grows within you.” Twilight pulled a zaisu closer since she could relax and I felt hot when she even pulled her robe up and revealed...whoa. She was fucking enormous! Her dick was easily bigger than Rarity’s now, with heaving and throbbing nuts the size of my default basketball boobs! “Sorry, but I’m not part of the ritual beyond this point. I’m just going to enjoy the show.”

“Show?” I asked meekly when Shade transformed and took the amber heart in her hand with a naughty grin on her face.

“Change and spread 'em.” My sister/lover purred and I gulped before I complied, even opening my aethereal pussy wide with my fingers for her. “Good girl~.” Shade didn’t hesitate, she took that rounded glowing heart and shoved it into me! I wailed and spasmed as she pushed her hand into me! I came twice just from being so abruptly fisted in my pussy~! “There you go. Now, for the real fun part~.”

“Huh~?” I asked in confusion when she pulled me in for a kiss. I moaned into her mouth, but then she pushed me down her body, so I kissed her on the way down, sucked on her magicka nips for a moment, licked her sexy flat tummy, then gladly began eating her cunt.

“So easy~.” Shade panted and then I realized what was going on when she grabbed my horns and somehow popped them off, before her cunt grabbed my tongue and I squealed upon getting pulled in! My sis is unbirthing me~! “Unf, oh yes~! I’ve been waiting to do this since Freda!” Fuck yes! Take me~!

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