Ch.44

[Sundas, 22th of Last Seed, 4E: 221]

“So you mean to say that you were all once Falmer?” A guard in service to Solitude posted at Dragon Bridge asked incredulously of the hulking rat-man garbed in tatters and ad-hoc dwarven armor bits like boots and gauntlets. He’d come along the road alone and in a non-threatening manner, so he and his fellow guards felt it prudent to politely stop the potential lycanthrope and see if it could reason.

“Yes, yes! Tonal came back, told us to Change, so we did!” The 6-foot tall humanoid rat explained. “But we did not change like the Great Betrayers had wanted us to, no, this Tone freed us from their shackles and let us choose to become more! No longer were we forced to be blind monsters in the dark, now we can turn to more than survival.”

“...Ah. Okay then.” He had no clue what the creature was getting at. “What are your intentions?”

“To see! All my life have I known nothing but darkness! I don't even know how to describe everything! Also, to scout where settlements are so we can start trying to...what is it called when you give things to get things?” The unnerving rat-person asked and the guard shared a wary look with his fellow guard.

“...Trade?” If these beasts don’t even know what trading is, things could get violent soon.

“Trade, alien concept. We just smash heads to take what we want from no-sharers. The Bell doesn’t want that though.” The rat shook his head. “Is better this way. Now, I am Girhur. Names didn’t matter before, but our writings still have them. I am a Skaven, Changed from a Falmer. Where is…” He rifled through the bag made from what the guard nervously thought might be falmer flesh before producing a scroll and unrolling it. “Ah, ahem. Girhur, do not read this out loud-oh.” He visibly flushed and hid his face behind the scroll in embarrassment.

“Is it me or is he a bit short of sense?” The nearest other guard whispered and the leader shrugged.

“Okay. So the scholars want us to ‘trade’. We are willing to provide information and material goods in exchange for information and material goods. Why is it worded like that?” Girhur grumbled with a scratch of his head.

“Well, I’m in no position to speak about this. You’d need to speak to the High King.” The guard winced as the rat-ahem, Skaven, no need to be racist here with dangerous political tensions, visibly became more cheerful. He hoped he wasn’t going to get in trouble for this.

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I awoke without pain. I assumed I was in my atronach body, but seeing my red scaled hands filled me with relief that I’d woken up in my mortal body without pain. Which meant I was healed, at least mostly.

“Well, you did it.” I turned my gaze to see Twilight sitting next to the bed, waiting. “You saved the world, Meen-Rei.” I did? “By helping create the Tree of Harmony, taking Neethsi to Yokuda to restore Orichalc and thus being in a position to urge her to restore Red Mountain, the Thalmor have failed.”

“Oh...that’s wonderful. Can I retire and have babies with my lovers now?” I sarcastically questioned, but Twilight looked saddened.

“I’m afraid not. The Dominion is crumbling, the citizens have overthrown their government at grave loss of life, the remnant military forces they possess are either laying down their arms or forming splinter cells intent on guerrilla terrorist warfare. However, that just means this threat is dealt with. No, now we must deal with Molag Bal and his impending Second Planemeld.” Twilight reminded me and I sighed as I sank into my bed in resignation.

“Ugh, right, fuck that Daeda.” I growled as I thought of grabbing a restoration potion. “So what were you doing when We went into Labor?”

“Oh, a new Tower appeared out of nowhere. I was called upon along with other head Scholars from renowned groups, to try and study it. It seems the Dwemer made two Brass Towers, but this one was not the attempt to make an artificial god, it was to study the Towers. It was built at the same time as the Numidium, but was not completed due to Kagrenac’s hasty actions causing the Dwemer to Zero-Sum. Two separate parts of the Dwemer civilization had similar yet different goals, but both were incomplete. The strangest bit is that the new Brass Tower would have been functional while the Numidium couldn’t.” Twilight lectured and I snorted at the irony.

“Really? Who completed this Brass Tower and what does that make the Numidium?” I asked in concern and Twilight patted my hand soothingly, catching my attention at the rather intimate gesture.

“The tower was completed by a former khajiit named Tsrrashi. She had a suitable Stone in her possession, said stone is an artifact of Bersie’s wife Wiatr. As for the Numidium, it was known as Walk-Brass as well as the Brass Tower. This new Brass Tower doesn’t walk, but it can be retracted back into the ground. I’ve heard people calling it Sink-Brass.” Twilight said as she rubbed her thumb on the back of my knuckles and I gulped nervously.

“Twilight...what am I and Shade to you?” I asked warily and she looked confused. “You’re holding my hand like a lover.” She yanked her hand away with a hot blush.

“S-sorry! I’m just, very touchy-feely with people I care about, whether as friends or more. Let me know if I go too far for comfort.” Twilight apologized and then cleared her throat. “Anyway, things are settling down a bit, but we need to start hunting down Molag’s cultists. They’ll be working to establish Dark Anchors into our world. While the Towers have stabilized Mundus, it’s been unstable for so long that the daedra can still come and go, if more limited. However, Freda let me know that even that might not stop Molag.”

“A shame that I don’t think Hermais or her siblings can do anything about him. Unlike Hermaeus Mora, Molag’s sphere is entirely evil.” Domination, Rape and Slavery. Yeah, there’s no way to supplant that asshole without getting someone else just as bad.

“We can talk about all of this later. Right now, although you’re mostly healed, you’re not done yet. Get some more rest Rei.” Twilight leaned in to kiss and paused when she realized what she was doing, but I grabbed her cheek and leaned up to kiss her anyway. Chastely of course. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’re just a very physically expressive friend with benefits. Don’t worry, I get it.” I patted her cheek and she left me to get some more sleep, which was still quite welcome...zzz.

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“This...doesn’t feel right, does it?” Brennie asked Bravia, the male Skaven clone of her as the two were training with their magic on one of the many floors of Sink-Brass.

“No, it doesn’t. It would seem our magical capabilities are rather poor.” Bravia sighed since their pyromancy was lacking. Nothing more than holding up a candle. “If this is how our magic is, we need to train on it more.”

“I see you two are struggling, may I take a look?” The nameless monk asked when he came into view. They nodded and he went to each of them, scanning their bodies with a wave of his hand and a once-over with his eyes. “Hm, you both have great magicka potential, but it seems you must relearn it through our ways.”

“I guess so. We had to learn magic before, but in a completely different system.” Brennie said before the monk approached her and patted her shoulder with a suddenly flaming hand and she hissed.

“Remember the sensation.” The altmer coached before she could shout at him and she did so, focusing the feeling in her mind before casting magicka through her arm, to her hand, where it became coated in intense flames that somehow didn’t emit heat beyond the grasp of her hand. “Ah, you are tactile learners, I had assumed as much. A shame you are not under the Atronach sign, tactile learning is safest for atronachs.”

“Like Rei and Shay then.” Bravia observed before he squeaked in his rodent way when arms wrapped around his waist and groped his otherwise featureless groin under his pants and Tsrrashi cooed hungrily as she leaned around his side to leer lustfully up at him.

“Tsrrashi wishes to bear pups and raise a family. Will this big, strong, sexy man help Tsrrashi?” The maned Skaven purred up at him and Bravia uneasily looked over at Brennie who was watching with an amused smirk. It was fun when it wasn’t her for once.

“S-sure, but only if she joins in on the fun!” Bravia pointed towards Brennie, who gawked at him as Tsrrashi giggled and moved her tail to the side to wriggle it and Brennie gulped. “Yep. Still gonna fuck you into the bed~.” She bit her bottom lip when he growled lustfully at her.

“Mistress, you have such luck! I wish I wasn’t an immobile ball of babies and fluids so I could join in!” Pandora cheered excitedly and Brennie patted her stomach firmly with a pout before noticing the monk had vanished again. Such a prude!

“Who says you can’t, our little Pandora~?” Bravia purred as he crawled over and licked at Brennie’s flat and bare stomach from having worn little more than exercise pants and a sports bra. Brennie immediately felt hot and was too flustered to resist when Bravia toppled her onto her ass and tore the crotch of her elastic pants off!

“N-now, now! No-guh~!” Brennie grunted and her eyes rolled back when Bravia dove into her and her body eagerly accepted the massive Skaven, especially since Tsrrashi followed without hesitation and made Brennie cum a few times just from the unbirthing. Then she moaned and began masturbating as three people started fucking in her womb. She only barely noticed that her body tried morphing into a Skaven, but was aware enough to resist the Horned Bell and enjoy the pleasure without turning into a rat.

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“You have no clue how thankful we are.” Gorek, the highest authority of the ships that arrived in Yokuda from Hammerfell declared to Neethsi after the Pact forces already fortifying the area around Orichalc received them on the eastern shore. They were here in what was rapidly being dubbed Orichalc’s Bastion due to Neethsi promptly making a new Wayshrine at said eastern shore so the arriving Redguards and Bretons of Hammerfell and High Rock respectively wouldn’t have a harrowing journey across still-barren land. It was heavily salted after all.

“I can imagine.” Neethsi uneasily said with a wary look past Gorek at the various men and women of multiple races gawking at her. Some of the Pact soldiers hadn’t recovered from her otherworldly presence either. “Just...please don’t worship me? I’m already hearing prayers from multiple people here.”

“I can’t promise that.” Gorek stated seriously and Neethsi groaned. “You literally raised our homeland from the sea, then reactivated Orichalc to save the world. Do you have any clue how many people are likely already worshiping you?”

“Yes! I can hear them~!” Neethsi wailed and one of the nearby dunmer uneasily patted her on the back. “It wasn’t all me though! I was just part of the whole thing!” Neethsi protested as she held up the Trident of Tides, which had, unfortunately, featured prominently in the announcements of her achievement here as well as the fact that, as Nerevarine, possessing such a polearm was practically destined according to her Cult. Which meant she’d accidentally adopted it as her Artifact~! She never wanted this~!

“Hearing that your mate died to keep you from ascending to Aetherius was further inspiring Goddess-I mean, Nerevarine.” One of the other dunmer slipped and Neethsi sighed before she plopped her aethereal sexy ass into a chair that her tail somehow phased through the back of as if it weren’t there. If she wasn’t wearing her preferred robe, she was sure everyone would be gawking much more. Damn you Dibella! Damn you Mephala! Fuck you in Aetherius Vivec!

“What was that about me?” An extremely beautiful silver-plumed blue-scaled argonian asked when she approached, her eyes shining with white-pink light and garbed in nothing but a toga that barely covered her nipples and hung just past her groin with her tail thankfully holding it on.

“Curse you Dibella! You’re the one who blessed me with my sexy body and my intense libido! If it wasn’t for you, I’d have been a completely normal person!” Neethsi snarled and Dibella giggled as worshipers of the Divines gawked at the avatar of Beauty.

“I had nothing to do with that, you were the one who simply resonated with Beauty. You were born under the Lover after all.” Dibella teased and Neethsi buried her face in her hands as her trident rested on her shoulder. “Now, I’m here to come get you. You can work your magic on the rest of Yokuda later. Everyone! The Dominion is dead!”

Dibella’s announcement was met with deafening cheers. “What is more important than restoring Yokuda, no, improving Yokuda beyond the near-barren rock it is and used to be?” Dibella clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“Mara was right, people are so quick to forget. Your lovers have been waiting Neethsi. They need your Beautiful presence in their lives right now.” Dibella took Neethsi by the hand and led her to the Wayshrine.

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“Mm~.” I hummed at the tender kiss that filled me with energy and opened my eyes to see Shade was the one kissing me awake. I reached up to pull her onto the bed and made out with her before we parted and drool linked our tongues together as our eyes filled with lust and love peered into one another. “I really like waking up to this.”

“I like waking people up like this.” Shade replied huskily before she sighed and got off of me. “How are you feeling?” I stretched in the bed and only felt a faint discomfort.

“Pretty good. What’s the situation to warrant such a wonderful awakening?” I asked my sister/lover, who helped me to my feet and I appreciated the help to move when I’m still drained.

“Neethsi is here to visit with us before she continues terraforming Yokuda.” Shade told me and I gasped.

“Really?!” I rasped and almost ran ahead, but my weak body reminded me that was a bad idea by almost dragging Shade to the floor. “Move faster!” I urged and Shade laughed before obliging. Soon we did not go to the workshop, Twilight’s office or even the dorm that was temporarily ours. We reached what I’d dubbed the milking room and entered.

“Seriously Twi? Why? I’ve never had eggs!” Neethsi complained as her spacy nips were pumped for...an odd black and sparkly fluid, like her aethereal body was just a shell full of mystical fluid. “Oh, Rei, Shade! I hear you two did something incredible if not as violently as my recent achievements.” Our lover, strapped down and being milked, cheerfully said to us.

“Yes, but Rei shouldn’t be out of bed.” Twilight huffed at us, but didn’t protest further. Instead she took my burden from Shade in her magic and moved me over to a second table. When did they add more tables? This isn’t the only new bit of furniture. “Oh well, Rei, go atronach. Shade, stay flesh. The final pieces are in place to ascend the Tree of Harmony into a Tower. We just need the mixture.”

“Mixture of what?” I warily asked as I was strapped down to the milking table next to Neethsi and Shade got on the table on my other side before getting strapped in.

“Neethsi’s Essence of Aetherius, your Liquid Magicka and Shade’s Hist Sap. They need to be freshly harvested and immediately blended. I just tested if we could use older samples of each, but no, they need to be fresh and still carry your individual essence in them for it to work.” Twilight informed us and I transformed so that I could contribute moments before the milking cups descended on my ethereal glowing nips.

“Well, this is a fairly nice way for us to get together.” Shade giggled and hummed when the cups descended on her own nips.

“Curse you Dibella, saying my lovers needed my Beauty. Hmph, crafty bitch.” Neethsi huffed and a glass vessel big enough to suspend someone inside appeared with a flash of Twilight’s magic and three hoses were brought from the ceiling to dangle over it before Twilight summoned a stepladder and a giant wooden spoon before she climbed up to it.

“I do need you.” I cooed at Neethsi and gasped when the pumps kicked up to a level of pressure I didn’t realize they were capable of. “Oh~! It’s so strong~!” I moaned as my glowing girls lurched with the powerful suction and the groping sensation of the magick milkers as my liquid magicka was harvested. Beside me both Shade and Neethsi hissed in pleasure as they too were pumped vigorously for their mystical magical milk-analogue.

“My gosh this is incredible.” Twilight commented as she stirred the three fluids together. Shade’s glowing golden sap, my shining sorcerous secretion and Neethsi’s dark glimmering aether swirling with her simple wooden spoon into a bright and exotic combination that was hard to describe, but I would compare it to the sun and moon at their brightest turned to liquid and fighting with space itself for dominance. “Nirn, the in-between and Aetherius. Marvelous.”

“How much do you need~?” Shade panted as the huge glass vessel filled with the swirling and mystical potion, for that’s what results when you combine ingredients with alchemical properties.

“I don’t know, but it’s best if we have too much rather than not enough. Besides. Neethsi’s current state-.” Neethsi gasped and I turned to see her gorgeous aethereal state bleed away towards her breasts, leaving her original white scales in place. I wasn’t disappointed in the least. I love her no matter what she looks like. If anything, it was good to see her returning to normal since her ‘Goddess Form’ clearly upset her. “Might not be sustainable. Okay, once it bleeds to only your bosom, I’m turning it off in case you’re lactating normally.”

“I can finish pumping it out after I divert the pump back to the tank it was using before for you.” Twilight said and then turned off the pump when only Neethsi’s tits were literally heavenly. Heh. “You girls are incredible, do you know that?” Twilight asked as she released Shade and I from the hoses and Neethsi groaned when her’s turned back on long enough to drain the last of her divine manifestation and leave her getting pumped for nothing, since she’d never had kids.

“I sure do. Sis may be too humble, but I’m not able to ignore how great we are.” Shade said before the straps came off and she booped my snoot. “Change back. You won’t get better like that.” I groaned and obeyed, letting my weakened mortal form back to the fore.

“I don’t know about you girls, but I’m tired. I want to just snuggle with Rarity. Is she here?” Neethsi asked Twilight as she sat up. The answer came when the door opened and the three of us yelped when Rarity’s magic, surprisingly strong, pulled us in a stream of topless beauty out the door and down the hall!

“Yes and while these two are resting properly,” Rarity glared at me, “You’ll be snuggling my balls, my dear Neethsi.”

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