Ch.46

[Loredas, 28th Last Seed, 4E: 221]

“Ah! Ahn~! Twilight! Twilight~! Ahn~!” Brennie wailed with her face making an ahegao as Twilight, so fucking horny from yesterday, that the first thing she did upon waking with a stiffy was to fuck Brennie awake. “Oh gods! Dibella make her stahp~!” Brennie pleaded as she came again when Twilight buried her massive maremeat in her and began pumping her already full womb with more of her fecund seed. “Guh~...”

“Ugh~. Ah~...good morning.” Twilight greeted with a well-fucked expression and her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth. “Did you have as much fun as I did yesterday and last night?”

“Oh, god~.” Brennie moaned as the naval pearl accidentally made her belly bloat out to where she looked to be pregnant with quadruplets. This was added on to by Pandora’s own pregnancy, since she was still inside Brennie’s womb enjoying the ride, too.

“Hm, who’s a beautiful broodmother~?” Bravia purred as he laid next to Brennie, nuzzling her cheek and rubbing her belly. “C’mon, you know the answer~.”

“M-Me~.” Brennie mewled submissively as Twilight growled lustfully and picked up the pace when she declared herself a broodmother.

“And? Who else is also a broodmother~?” The Skaven male teased with a snicker.

“And Pandora~!” Brennie cried out as she came, Twilight stopping to catch her breath as she laid down on the other side. Turning to face her alicorn lover, she pulled her in for a deep passionate kiss. “Mm~! I love you, Twilight.”

“I love you, too~.” Twilight huffed as she looked towards Bravia. “I assume you two are unrelated?”

“I may have her memories, but I don’t share the same blood as her.” Bravia answered the horny alicorn’s question before plunging his cock into Brennie’s pussy as well. “You aren’t opposed to Tsrrashi and I marrying you, Brennie and Pandora as well, are you~?”

“Gods, how many people am I gonna end up marrying~?!” Brennie wailed with lustful desire.

“Mistress, please! Let us marry as many people as possible~! We’ll be the biggest family in all of Mundus~!” Pandora squealed excitedly as she licked and sucked the two dicks within Brennie’s womb, making their respective owners groan in appreciation.

“No~!” Brennie whined in dismayed refusal, because her horny levels were out of control~!

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I woke up to a familiar sensation that made me grunt and spasm in a faint orgasm. I grasped the people assaulting my tits and looked down through blurry vision at Neethsi and Shade sucking my nips and gulping down my nectar. “Oh~. I’m a cow. I’ve been turned into a cow. I love being milked, I love having people milk me and drink from me.” I panted and ran my hands down their scalps before I keened as someone, who must be Rarity, drove their tongue into my quim.

I was rapidly reduced to a cummy and sap-drenched mess before even getting out of bed. After I’d orgasmed I don’t know how many times, Neethsi and Shade stopped tormenting me and sat up with my sap trailing from their lips. “Morning.” Neethsi crooned and rubbed her muscular abs. “Thanks for breakfast in bed, I’ve gotta head back to Yokuda. They need me to keep terraforming the islands.” I groaned and panted as a final orgasm hit from Rarity’s tongue.

“Mm, tangy. Shame I can’t enjoy your breasts as well, but as a pony I’m not exactly tolerant of Hist Sap. I must be going back to my boutique.” Rarity patted my thigh and got out of bed. Soon Shade left too and I was left to recover from the impromptu and draining oral sex assault I just enjoyed from all of my lovers at once. By the time I finished recovering, I was almost stuck to the sheets from all the sticky goodness I’d produced both above and below.

“Gross, but what made the mess certainly wasn’t.” I chuckled lightly, idly wondering how I don’t have a hangover, not even a headache. I peeled myself out of bed and tossed the sheets in the corner hamper to be laundered later. I then staggered to the bathroom and wondered.

Where the fuck am I?

This isn’t the workshop’s studio apartment. It isn’t the Haven Bag, obviously. It also isn’t even anywhere on the LUM campus that I could recognize, the decor was wrong. Also, it wasn’t Neethsi’s apartment in Vivec, again, the wrong decor and material. So where did we end up after the milkmare competition? Who won the blue ribbon?

I sighed and decided to take a bath and then figure out where I was. The water ran hot, so it’s not a backwards place without heated water. The solid and good structure around me was evidence enough of that. It also didn’t have a sulfur tang to it, so this isn’t Morrowind. The water was also too clean to be in Black Marsh. Seriously, I’m dying to figure this out.

*knock, knock, knock* “Housekeeping!” A woman’s voice called through the main door.

“I’m in the lavatory! I’m not shy, so if you’re not shy you can come in!” I shouted back and the door opened after a moment’s hesitation. “Sorry for any mess. Yesterday got wild.” I apologized and used a scrub brush to start cleaning up instead of simply soaking.

“Oh no, perfectly understandable. It was Harvest’s End and the Aldmeris Dominion has fallen apart. Everyone was getting shit-faced and having a wonderful time. I’ll admit to doing some rather irresponsible things last night.” The woman replied as I heard her rustling about the room. “Oh...my. Is this a gag brassier?” I snickered and groped my K-cup mams.

“Nope! You can come in here and confirm it! Like I said, I’m not shy!” I chuckled as I soaped up and when the woman, an average Imperial by her facial features and skin tone covered her mouth with a noise of astonishment. “Believe it or not, my mates are as big as me.” I told her with a proud heft of my chest.

“My gosh. Milady, please tell me you’re not called Hefts-Her-Chest.” She hopefully joked and I glared at her. “Sorry, I just had to ask, because there is an argonian around the city who goes by that name.” Possibly not by choice. “Anyhow, I’ll launder your clothes and return them within a few hours. I’ve not heard any word of this room being vacant soon, so you must be here for the day. Rest up and recover from yesterday.”

“I’d say the same to you, but unlike me you’re stuck working.” I teased and the Imperial sighed dramatically before leaving to do her work. “Oh, please don’t use Alteration magic on my bra! It’s enchanted!” I warned her, because if that broke, I had no idea what would happen.

“No need to worry! We only use indirect magic heating during the drying!” She assured me and I heard the door shut afterward.

…

I forgot to ask where I was!

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The Sea of Ghosts north of Skyrim froze. A pale white ship that seemed to be made of whale bones sailed upon the ice like it was water. Aboard the ship of bone was a single towering bearded figure that upon realizing scale, was normal for the ship, but the ship was easily big enough to fit two galleons of the navies of Tamriel within its hull.

He stood tall in a suit of fur and cloth armor meant to keep his warmth in more than keep harm out. His pale skin was more than capable of stopping the blows of lesser creatures. He stroked his stomach-long braided blond beard as the arctic wind blasted him, as if to try and punish his impudence for being outside in this, to him, lovely weather.

He watched as the northern shores of the lands that Ysgrammor and his Companions had fled to so long ago grew near, wondering what made it so worth abandoning beautiful Atmora. His sharp blue eyes pierced the haze of snow to see a pitiful hamlet of little manlings set in a small cove shielded from the winds by high cliffs around it was the nearest dock.

As much as he disliked being gone from Atmora, his task was a simple if crucial one: discover what caused Time to fracture so horribly and put an end to it if it wasn’t resolved. Otherwise he was to do as any upstanding Atmoran man was to do and adventure! However, he wasn’t sure he’d get his wanderlust sated here. The land was clearly made for smallfolk.

It was this towering elf-eared pale giant that the citizens of Dawnstar woke up to with his whale bone ship filling the cove and blocking the dock with magic ice, speaking a dialect of Ancient Nordic that nobody could understand.

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I’m in the Imperial City! I was gawking up at White-Gold Tower from the market square and wondering how the flying fuck I ended up in the very heart of Tamriel! “Tourist eh? White-Gold is quite a sight.” A heavily armored Imperial commented and drew my attention back down to the ground. “It once helped hold up the sky I’ve heard, but that ended when the Amulet of Kings was shattered.”

“Yes, it is an even greater shame that the Adamantine Tower was lost. White-Gold was modeled after it.” I replied and the guard nodded with a sad expression, clearly a scholar of history in his off-time. “Anyhow, did you see another argonian with my features about, but with golden plumage instead of horns? Or a taller argonian woman with white scales or a unicorn with white fur and purple mane?”

“I’m afraid not. There has been word of rather exotic beauties from Black Marsh about, I am assuming you’re one of them?” I hiss-snickered and nodded bashfully. “Then you’re the first of this rumored group of odd beauties. It is rather pleasant to see an argonian who cares for their hygiene. It’s rather unfortunate how many of your kind away from Black Marsh don’t properly scrub their scales like you obviously do.”

“Oh, come now, I’m sure they’re not that-.” I covered my snout and the guard held his nose when the nearest sewer manhole opened and out crawled a disgusting argonian male, red and green of scale and reeking to aetherius. He was garbed in waste-stained leather armor and had a simple steel blade on his belt. “By the Divines! What are you doing down there?!”

“Hm? Ah, hello. I am simply coming up from another night of spelunking. It ran a bit long since I had to fight several dens of Skeevers and Goblins that moved back in. I swear, I’ve cleaned the infestation of the sewers multiple times, but they keep coming back.” The pungent argonian answered before heading straight for the inn I’d come out of, which had a tavern on the first floor. He seriously just went right in! He better be going in to rent a bath!

“That’s Sewer-Swimmer. We call him that because he’s constantly down there.” The guard growled as he used a foot to shove the manhole cover back in place. “He’s, unfortunately, representative of our local argonian citizenry. They’re content to wallow in filth and live in or around the water and wonder why we shun them when they stink so much! They don’t give the rest of us the courtesy of maintaining hygiene.”

“That’s disgusting! We don’t do that in Black Marsh. I’m frankly appalled at such lazy self-maintenance.” I huffed and waved the lingering stench away from my face. “Well, I can’t claim that entirely. I’ve never been to the heart of the marshes, only Soulrest, Blackrose and Lilmoth. Anyway, good day sir.” I gave the Legion soldier a curtsy and continued down the street. Please don’t tell me Neethsi hid the Wayshrine in the sewers. Again.

I’m a bit worried that the Imperial stigma against argonians for our generally ripe stench due to the places many of us frequent may hold a nugget of truth if I’m worrying about having to go down there because Neethsi, an ancient argonian who is centuries old, felt it the best place for a magic portal network site. Thankfully my concern was abated by finding the Wayshrine in the rotunda surrounding White-Gold Tower, in the wall behind one of the mausoleums.

“Hold. Where are you traveling, citizen?” One of the guards at the shrine inquired.

“I am a citizen of Black Marsh. I got heavily inebriated yesterday and woke up here. I am intending to return home to Lilmoth.” I politely answered and the guard looked me over.

“Ah, you are Meen-Rei then?” I nodded. “Then I have a message for you.” He retrieved a scroll from his satchel and I took it. I scratched my head and wondered what Neethsi needed me in Yokuda for. “Go on through.” I nodded in appreciation and headed into the portal.

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“What in Oblivion is happening in Skyrim?” Vartine groaned as he ignored the summons from the Emperor, well Regent really, to listen to the report of a frozen giant, as mad as that was. The only reason he received both of these in one day was because of that blessed yet blasted Wayshrine network established by the Pact. He mused over what to do, including whether or not he should turn the Imperial into a wheel of cheese, but that’s killing the messenger.

“Vartine! Can you explain to me why there are these creatures in my castle?! I know you tasked us with acting as a fortress and trade hub, but what are these simple beast...folk.” Serana demanded when she barged into his court to find one of said rat folk in attendance. She was staining to use polite words right now, cute.

The man looked enthralled, she doesn’t normally do that, did he spook her? Serana did have a small aversion to rodents, he thinks. Or was it another animal? “Girhur has never seen such beauty before.” The representative of the Skaven dazedly said and Vartine chuckled.

“It seems your ravishing beauty has struck another man stupid, Serana.” Vartine joked and the publically known and respected Daughter of Coldharbour glared without heat.

“As if you weren’t bad enough. Your husband is incorrigible, Elisif.” Serana playfully said to the High Queen, who rolled her eyes with a fond smile. Their marriage, while mostly for political purposes, was still a happy and vibrant one. Their sons were healthy and strong too.

“Sire, the Emperor really does have an important purpose for trying to summon you. With this latest weakening of the barrier, he needs a Dragonborn’s aid in restoring White-Gold Tower to help keep it from happening again.” The Imperial messenger urged and Vartine groaned, his draconic rumble making the room quake slightly.

“Serana, your advice? I have intel that your rapist, Molag Bal, is trying to start another planemeld. Do you think I should go to the imperial city and risk this Regent making me the new Emperor? Or stay here and focus on the frozen giant in Dawnstar?” While Serana was his mistress, publicly acknowledged and verified by his wife, she was also one of his greatest advisors. She was intelligent if ruled by her passions and she minced no words.

“What? Another one? I wasn’t even awake during the first one. Well, considering possibly being Emperor might help weaken his attempts at invasion, that’s the smarter choice, but this giant doesn’t sound like your run of the mill mammoth herder. Just have the leader of the region try to deal with it themselves. You’re not supposed to micromanage everything.” Serana advised.

“True, but normally my forces can’t deal with large threats. Maybe I should ask Girhur for help, his tribe and allies might be able to relate to this frozen giant.” Vartine suggested.

“You go to the imperial city, husband, I’ll talk to Girhurl and see if he can speak with this new Giant.” Elisif instructed her husband as she stood up. “Serana, mind a girl’s night out?”

“What, leave Vartine to work while we have fun? Of course!” Serana joked and left the throne room while Vartine ran his hands down his face and his other advisors, including Sybille, his also a public vampire court mage, had a small laugh at his marital fortune/misfortune.

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“So that’s a no, then?” Bravia asked with a chuckle as he rubbed the welt on his head from where Brennie delivered ‘Righteous Feminine Justice’ on him for jumping the gun that morning. The skaven ex-clone knew that she wouldn’t take it so well when he popped the question, but all in all it was still worth it to see her get so riled up.

“I’m not marrying myself!” Brennie snarled with a flush on her cheeks as she continued the walk to her office. The war rapidly coming to a close or not, the Pact still needed to be ready when Molag’s new attempt at a Planemeld fully rears its ugly head. Bravia kept up with her, wrapping his arm around her curvy hips, eyeing her heavenly breasts. “Grr, cut it out. I know we’re sexy as sin, but knock it off. I’ve got my hands full with Pandora and this new Twilight already.”

“Well, I could help with that.” Bravia said while running his fingers over her lower stomach, knowing exactly what got them in the mood and Brennie wriggled out of his grasp.

“No, we both know you’d bring your own shit and Tsrrashi’s shit into it too!” Brennie snarled and entered her office to find that at least someone kept it in order while she was off yesterday.

“Tsrrashi’s already occupied by her followers.” Bravia said and Brennie plopped into her chair.

“I don’t care! Go bother her anyway like you’re bothering me!” Brennie growled as the rat leaned over her in the chair. “Do you want a broken penis? We both know how to do that.”

“Fine, you just look stressed.” Bravia huffed as he backed off. “You are right, I find us sexy as sin and figured since we know ourselves so well-.”

“The fact you kept pushing is evidence we don’t know jack shit about ourselves!” Brennie snarled at the skaven before the human woman patted her stomach. “I didn’t choose Pandora, she was forced on me. I took responsibility for her because she exists entirely because some asshole made her for me. I already loved Twilight, I wasn’t about to leave this one flapping in the wind. You? You’re the result of me making a mistake and this world’s bullshit. You should be finding your own life, not barging into mine.” Brennie declared and Bravia closed his eyes.

“I’m fine with that!” Pandora cheered, but that only saddened Brennie at the moment.

“Well, that’s fair. Besides, at least I’ll only have to deal with Tsrrashi for the time being. I’m sure she’ll be drawing in other suitors, but so long as I’m there I can keep her from devolving into a brainless broodmother. She’s already stuffed full of pups and can’t leave me alone when I’m around.” Bravia chuckled fondly. “Besides, I’m going to end up being the Rat King or Skaven Supremo or something.”

“Meanwhile I might end up poaching this world’s Elements of Harmony the moment Twilight gives them to the Tree. Unlike the Mane Six of other worlds, the girls of this one seem fairly ready to move on with their lives.” Brennie sighed out her nose. While the other girls weren’t in the relationship, each of them didn’t seem as attached to their community as others she’d met.

They’d probably follow Twilight across the sea or into another dimension rather than stay here. The same went for Meen-Rei’s group since they’d likely follow Rarity wherever she chose.

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