Ch.43

[Fredas, 20th of Last Seed, 4E: 221]

“High King! Markarth, the Dwemer Automata are in a frenzy of repairs and pushing the citizens out of the city! There are reports of Falmer battling ratlike beastmen all over Skyrim! Similar reports of dwemer activity in Morrowind! It’s like all the abandoned Dwemer settlements woke up at once!” The civilian courier announced to the throne room of the Blue Palace in Solitude.

This was grave news. Vartine had ordered the Jarls to monitor all Dwemer ruins once he proposed that Falmer may be a future threat, but this was different. Rat Beastmen? What was going on under their feet? Was this another experiment in Tonal Harmonics, something else the Dwemer made in secret? A Daedric Prince? Or was this something else? Why had the ruins started behaving like the Dwemer returned when these ratfolk appeared?

“Observe the Dwemer settlements! Do not let the machines or man-beasts assault our people!” Vartine commanded with his Thu’um out the nearby window, so his dragon allies could keep watch from the skies. “Make sure the Dwemer have not returned! Contain the war of the Rats and Falmer! See if the Rats are intelligent, if so I want their goals. Get me an explanation on what is happening in my country!”

Vartine ordered his court and everyone moved without needing further clarification. They each had their roles and each one could play a part in fulfilling their king’s orders. “As for you, courier, you came to me at great risk to yourself. You aren’t a soldier and you lack the bearing of a veteran adventurer. Why bring this warning to me from so far south of my hold?” Unsaid was the fact that aside from a few very remote locations, his hold didn’t have Dwemer ruins.

“W-well...it’s the right thing to do, my King.” The young nord man replied and Vartine smiled slightly with a glint in his deep red eyes. Ah, so this was how Balgruuf felt back then.

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He fled for his life from the hulking monsters that smelled like the small creatures they often ate or fed their pet spiders and chaurus. He didn’t know how the Skeevers grew so enormous, but he heard his brethren dying, so he fled from the threat he couldn’t see.

What was worse was that these Skeevers somehow commanded the Metal Ones like the Great Betrayers, how are they doing this? There was so much noise, earth and stone moved, tones sang like long ago in legends of the Blinding! What has changed?! He was in danger! Surface! He must run to the surface, to the warmth of the sun! He could only hope they would not follow!

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Drive the monsters out to keep the mothers safe as ordered by the tones of the Bell. The Horned Bell rings and the automata aid. They build, they protect, they listen, eager to serve.

“Books!” Called out Kadra The Scholar as he pointed at knowledge from the surface. “Come read, learn! We must learn about the world!” Kadra eagerly shouted as he and other Skaven poured over tomes excitedly.

“No time! Tunnels to The Horned Bell are complete! We must find the Saint! Find Saint Tsrrashi, bring her to Council, to guide us!” Enlor declared, only for everyone to hiss at him.

“No! Council goes to the Saint!” Pesren insisted, the pretty Skaven gal getting nods of approval.

“Yes! We Twelve must march to the Bell in pilgrimage!”

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“Are you sure this is wise?” The monk questioned Brennie as she prepared to go to the Dwemer Ruins in Hammerfell, the defensive force that Neethsi had assembled in the past several days were more than adequate to hold off the scrambling Dominion, who had clearly gambled and lost. Now that everyone, including their citizenry, understood the true goals of the Thalmor, the Dominion was basically in the midst of a societal upheaval budding into a civil war.

“No, it isn’t a wise decision, but I need to see if my wife’s bell is there and I need your help in the endeavor.” Brennie admitted, but she must know and she needs the Order’s aid.

“Besides learning more about this strange, new phenomenon?” Said the monk, who had not even dropped his name despite being the liaison between the Psijic Order and all the allies fortifying their island. “Well, I’m not about to miss out. The thaumic readings coming from northern Tamriel are staggering. I would be a fool not to investigate.”

“And I would be an even bigger fool not to ask for your expertise.” Brennie took a deep breath before speaking. “So, ready to meet the Skaven?”

“Certainly. It would be quite novel to meet a new race of mortals. It’s always a shame to see the number of mortal races decrease, it will be refreshing for that number to increase for once.” The monk put a hand on her shoulder. Suddenly they were standing on the wall of a city in the middle of a hot craggy desert and she nearly choked on the sudden shift from tropical island to dry desert without being braced for it. “My...that is rather impressive.”

“Where the hell did this fuck-off giant phallic tower come from?!” Brennie demanded from reality, because there is just no way nobody ever saw this thing!

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I drowsily woke up and wriggled around in the glowing uterus of my sister and lover while rubbing my own swirling and shining fecund dome. I’ve been growing quickly and the process exhausted me, so I’ve been napping most of the time. It’s been so peaceful in here, at least when Shade isn’t fucking or getting fucked by someone, then I masturbated.

Which made it odd that I was awake now. “Sis? Is something going on?” I asked aloud in the aethereal womb and stroked the inner walls of her most intimate place to help get her attention.

“Woo~! Sis, don’t rub me like that! Now I’m all perky!” Shade complained and I snickered before licking her uterine wall and she whined. “Stahp~! I have been doing so well today, I’m not giving in to my rampant horniness!” Shade huffed and I giggled. She was a hot, heavy and horny preggo. Imagine what it’ll be like when she’s carrying Neethsi or Rarity’s babies.

“Well then, I guess aside from growing this Stone inside of me, your constant naughtiness is why I’ve been sleeping so much.” I playfully kicked at where I assumed the front of her belly was and she hissed in annoyance before I felt her hands running over the massive orb containing me. “So, what’s going on out there? I’ve been completely in the dark here...metaphorically.” After all, our insides are as illuminating as our outsides.

“I’d rather not. Let’s just say all kinds of weird crap is going on and everyone is scrambling. It looks like the Dominion is in its death throes from jumping the gun and is now fighting a civil war as well as a ‘World’ War. I don’t get why they call it that when Atmora, Akavir and all the other ‘lost continents’ aren’t involved.” Shade said and I could only rub my own belly in consideration.

“Because this is the world to them in limited exploration.” I commented as I pondered-. “Oo~!” I moaned and my belly lurched forward, looking like I was about to have a baby. “Shade~! Get Twilight~!” I groaned as my body convulsed and tightened on the intruder in my body feeding off of me. “I-I think it’s either ready or my body is rejecting it~!” I grunted, letting my body go through it’s equivalent of a contraction as liquid magicka trickled from my nethers.

“Oof! I-I feel that too! Twi~! Hey, you! Where’s Twilight?! … Fuck! Really?! Now?! We’re in Labor! Tell her to get her sexy purple pussy here right the fuck now or-ow~!” Shade hissed and I felt her hands grip her belly while I felt it contract around me. I joined her in pain and fought not to just let it out. I didn’t know if it was ready yet! Twilight wasn’t clear on that!

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Twilight froze in her analysis scans of the Brass Tower and felt a chill of DOOM rush down her spine and quicken her heart. She flew towards the Wayshrine in the sewers of Ska’vyn in the hopes that she could avoid destruction. Oh! There’s Brennie-DOOM-eep, she got it!

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Tsrrashi watched the purple pony with a figure worthy of being an acolyte of Wiatr fly away and sighed sadly. It was lonely up here. Yes, she had done her duty, activated the tower and potentially saved the world, but what she didn’t realize when activating the Tower was that the door from this top floor to the rest of the structure was jammed shut. She’s been stuck up here for many days forced to subsist entirely off of her body’s magically generated breastmilk.

At least there was a fancy lavatory up here. This top floor wasn’t just for the chosen Stone, but it seemed to be a living area for whoever was going to be studying it. What little she could understand from the ancient and tattered notes, was that this place was meant to study the Towers by using one Clan Rourken had made themselves rather than anger those who built and lived around the currently existing Towers.

*Knock, Knock* “Hey, is anyone alive in there?” A knock followed by a woman’s voice at the balcony door, formerly the main entrance when the Tower was underground, jolted the currently fully-armored Skaven woman and she eagerly ran for the door to fling it open to the surprise of the similarly armored human woman and the oddly robed altmer on the balcony.

“Tsrrashi is pleased! Tsrrashi has been stuck up here alone for days! The door is stuck and machines are working on it.” Tsrrashi grabbed their hands and pulled them in from the risky balcony that had no railing. That needed to be changed. “What can Tsrrashi do for you? Dance, backrub, milk?” She willed the chestplate of the armor to vanish and hefted her tan and black striped milky tits.

“Wow, you really are my wife’s new Saint. Say, where’s my clone?” Brennie asked the hyper energetic Saint who may be a little stir-crazy from being stuck up here with the Horned Bell all alone for so long.

“Oh, you mean this?” Tsrrashi held up a dwemer cup that appeared from nowhere and was full of flesh-colored protein goop. “This all that was left of your avatar after Tsrrashi finally emptied out armor.”

“Huh. I’m surprised you didn’t try to experiment with it. You know, maybe you could’ve given Life to it with your milk.” Brennie suggested and the gloriously ADHD ex-feline pointed at the cup.

“Tsrrashi can do that?” She asked, not Brennie, but the Bell.

“...I’m not sure if I’m ready to see a Skaven version of myself.” The armored woman said nervously, but even she was curious about what she would look like as a Skaven male.

“Oh~! Tsrrashi shall!” However, instead of putting her blessed milk in the cup, Tsrrashi dropped onto her back, spread her legs, vanished the groin of the armor and jammed the mouth of the cup to her cunt! “Unf! Tsrrashi will give it life!”

“I am...distinctly uncomfortable with this. I will take my leave for now to brace myself for such shenanigans in the future.” The monk, still nameless, vanished without further adieu.

“Wow, he’s supposed to be ancient? Pfft, prude.” Brennie huffed and watched in fascination as Tsrrashi moaned and her belly rapidly swelled, the armor vanishing as she rubbed and cradled her furry fecundity. “Damn that’s hot, but I’m still a bit iffy about-.” Brennie winced when Tsrrashi squeaked in orgasm and suddenly her pussy stretched to the size of a door and out stepped a skaven man who matched her anthro colors and patterns before her pussy and belly snapped back to normal. “Uh, hey.” She greeted the Skaven-Bryan awkwardly, who just stared at her.

“You...are pretty hot.” Say what now? “We may have some narcissistic tendencies or unresolved attraction to our opposite genders.” Skaven-Bryan warned her.

“Tsrrashi is tired now, she will rest.” The almost-forgotten Skaven Saint said on the floor before snoring as she swiftly slid into slumberland.

“Let’s deal with her before we address the super-sexy elephant in the room.” Damn it, he is hot and he’s naked for her to see him in all his glory. “Stop staring at my balls.”

“Sorry, not sorry.” Brennie stuck her tongue out cheekily.

“Don’t make me fuck you into the bed~.” Skaven-Bryan growled in a sexy, dominant way that made them realize they were unwittingly flirting with each other. “L-Let’s deal with her!”

“Yes! Definitely!” Brennie agreed even when her groin was burning with desire.

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“Ah~! You’re breaking my hand~!” Twilight squealed as Shade gripped her hand.

“You put us in this situation, it's the least you deserve!” Shade snarled at the alicorn as she pushed with the contractions. I meanwhile was doing the same inside of Shade as I helped her the best I could by shoving my head into her birth canal and helping her dilate.

“Don’t wait for contractions! You’re not made of flesh! Just will it!” Hex Maniac, the dark purple furred and dark blue-green haired unicorn mare with swirly eyes and a huge rack compared to most people not part of Meen-Rei’s romantic group, snarled as she shook a demonic talisman over Shade. “Push her out so she can push the Heart out! She’s unable to do it inside you!”

Oh great! That’s lovely to know when I’ve been pushing for the past twenty minutes! My anger was interrupted by my head being grabbed by Shade’s vagina and I was suddenly jettisoned from her womb like I was shot out of a cannon. My face became very intimate with the wall and I briefly blacked out, but the pain of my contracting womb woke me on the floor moments later.

“Just will it out ,sis!” Shade shouted at me where she literally hovered a few feet over me. I grunted and pushed with the full intent of-I yelped when my body somehow ejected its cargo like a cannon, but Twilight caught the fruit of my loins in her magic...my gosh it’s so beautiful. The core was the glowing amber heart, which radiated through a crystal blue shell in pulses like a real heartbeat.

“Wow.” I said in awe before Shade popped her horns-wait, are those my horns? She popped them off her head and put them on mine. We can swap body parts?

“It’s more perfect than I could’ve imagined! Good job girls! I’m going to nestle it in the branches at the top of the sapling before we start enabling its growth.” Twilight kissed Shade and I noticed her mane and tail were magical before she kissed me too. Mm~! She’s a good kisser! Twilight then hurried out of the clinic and Healing took my hand to guide me to the bed.

“Alright missy, you’re still recovering. Put your skin back on.” Healing firmly ordered and I whined before laying on the bed and changing back into flesh. Ow~. Not as bad as before, but I still hurt. “You’re doing well, but you’d be fully healed by this point if you didn’t have to host complex magic rituals.”

“Shade, what were the kisses about? Did you pull Twilight into our romantic unit without input from the rest of us?” I huffed at my sister, who changed into flesh and approached the foot of the bed while Mellow and Freda waited at the head of it for their turn with me.

“Not really? I was super horny when pregnant with you, Twilight’s a total nymphomaniac which she blames on Berserker and I exhausted Rarity in just one day to the point of causing her to faint.” Shade informed me and I winced. Oof. Poor Rarity. “Neethsi has been busy coordinating troop deployments to Artaeum and Yokuda so she couldn’t help. It was the obvious choice.”

“Infusing the headmistress to the point her hair becomes insubstantial and buoyant and her bodily fluids are nearly liquid magicka isn’t the ‘obvious’ choice.” Healing huffed in annoyance. “I’ve had my hands full trying to discover what it is about you two’s magicka infusions that cause such drastic physiological changes that Alteration cannot replicate.”

“I told you it’s because they’re daedra and they’re partially transforming their partners into daedra!” Hex Maniac declared, still having not left the clinic.

“You didn’t answer if she’s in our romantic unit.” I said and Shade shrugged.

“I don’t know. I personally feel like we’re friends with benefits. She has Berserker and I doubt Twilight isn’t this intimate with her other friends when they’re being naughty and talking about boys or girls or whatever.” Shade said before Healing finished with me and my alchemist friend and his sexy girlfriend started feeding me potions.

“Gah, mm, I almost feel back to normal.” I grumbled and sat up. “Freda. I’ve been putting it off because of how frantic things have become, but I died briefly on Yokuda and Julianos told me that you would know about my abducted children.” Everyone reacted to my non-sequitur with understandable shock. “Sorry for the non-sequitur, but I need to know.”

“Well, what about your children? I’ve never met you before or-.”

“I was once named Marian, I was a vixen or Lilmothit for the locals. I was pregnant with quadruplets, but an unseen entity prematurely stole my kits from my womb, turned me into an argonian, then threw me into this world with no consideration for me or mine.” I clarified and Freda’s already snow-white fur became almost ghostly.

“O-oh no...they are your children?” Freda asked in disbelief and wilted. “They aren’t dead, rather, they can’t die, but I wouldn’t wish their fate on anyone. If they are who I think they are, then your children are tools for my heartless sister in service of Dark forces.” Freda took my hand in hers, the warmth of her soft hands contradicted the chill of her aura. “I’ll tell you all I know, but I need to get my facts straight before I possibly worry you further over nothing.”

“Alright. So long as you help me find them.” I patted her hand and managed to get out of bed with her help. “I want to see it. I’m going outside.” I said to everyone and Shade helped support me as we went out to the courtyard.

Twilight had already set the Crystal Heart in the bough of the sapling and was on her knees in prayer. She shook her head and looked over at us. “Rei, Shade, I’m afraid I must ask for your help again.” We transformed and hovered over to her. “I know it’s an odd request, but both of you hug the sapling and kiss it like when you’re infusing someone with magicka.”

Shade and I shared a bewildered look, but shrugged and moved to either side of the sapling. It was thin enough that our huge breasts molded around it to dock with one another and we both kissed it chastely. I closed my eyes as I felt my magicka flowing out of my lips and I felt the sapling rapidly grow thicker between our breasts. Soon we were no longer touching one another and we were both able to properly hug the tree.

I felt woozy, tired in a way that I wasn’t familiar with in this form. I still smooched the trunk until I felt faint, so I stopped and nuzzled the smooth crystal before a hand took my cheek and guided me to kiss someone properly. I moaned into their lips and shuddered in exhaustion as I ceased floating and my kisser followed me as I went to my knees while still hugging the tree.

“Thank you, Mother.” My kisser said before I faded away into the bliss of sleep.

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