Ch.53

[Fredas, 3rd Hearthfire: Tales and Tallows, 4E: 221]

“You...got pregnant without me?” Neethsi asked with a tone that hurt more than the whimper of a kicked puppy, which utterly destroyed Rarity, Shade and I. “I mean, I can get that it was an accident when you were trying to practice safe sex, but it still hurts.”

“I know darling. I’m devastated, we all are. I ruined what was meant to be such a wonderful event of our eventual honeymoon and also ruined my sister’s own romantic plans.” Rarity mewled even as Neethsi still petted her mystical rainbow mane while Shade and I sat to the side. While we may have been the ones to get knocked up, Rarity was taking this the worst.

“I didn’t even think Rarity had herbs like that to mix up.” Shade admitted while she, like me, rubbed our bellies, which we didn’t hide with our Navel Pearls. I don’t know if it’s normal for argonian eggs to get this big this fast or if the sheer number of them from the booster is why we’re both already looking ready to drop a single human baby out of us.

“I understand girls. I do. I just wish I had been here to either stop it or, honestly, end up in the same situation.” Neethsi sighed out of her nose and then abruptly stood up. “Well, we’re not going to move on by moping around. Especially not on Tales and Tallows! Get dressed! Surely you’ve got costumes for us, Rarity?” Neethsi questioned with a weak smile.

“Yes, some dresses I’ve been making.” Rarity said before grabbing Neethsi in her magic with a nervous horny smile. “It’s not too late dear. We can...at least the two of us…”

“Rarity, you got me wet just offering right now, but no. It’s bad enough I’ll have to advance their pregnancies with my magic know-how.” Neethsi squirmed her wide, egg-bearing hips.

“What if we join in?” Shade and I sang, showing her our tails.

“Oh~ you three, cut it out~! You know how weak I am to these things~...” Neethsi mewled and I flinched. Right. That’s not fair. “I can’t afford to be pregnant, you can’t afford to be pregnant. Enjoy it for today, because tomorrow I’m going to induce laying in you. It’s not an abortion, I’ll actually be using magic to stabilize the eggs and force you to lay.”

“Aw~...” Shade and I whined, because although unexpected to be expecting, both I and clearly Shade enjoyed being pregnant already even if we had only been egg-laden for a day.

“Very well darling, I won’t push the issue. Besides, I still need to find the stones for our rings.” Rarity grumbled, which made sense. Her Talent wasn’t clothing, it was the finding, appraising and manipulation of gemstones. Her Passion was fashion, so she just worked her Talent into it. “That said, the dresses are costumes. We need to hide ourselves from the Spirits don’t we?”

“Hm, what are-cows?! Really, was this inspired by the milkmare competition?” I asked as we stared at the costumes, which were literally just cow-printed dresses with slutty corsets, garter belts and stockings under an obviously easy to remove knee-length skirt.

“Yes! It’s back again since although not a harvest festival, Tales and Tallows is still a day of fun, games and large meals. Not to mention all the naughty things involved with-.”

“Rarity, you’re drooling, both from your lips, your other lips and your nips.” Shade chuckled and I gulped at how worked up Rarity was over the very idea of being a milkmare in the competition. Or, maybe, just being a milkmare.

“I fully support this! I just wish I could join in as a cow too.” Neethsi grumbled as she groped her breasts behind her seashell-covered areolae. “Not like it’s a good idea anyway, since my fluids are contagious. I really wish I could choose when to be like this.” Neethsi huffed and I had to wonder what was stopping her.

“As a goddess, can’t you just Alter yourself at a whim, so long as it isn’t something your worshipers define you with?” I asked, noting not for the first time since she arrived early in the morning that she had a caudal fin on the end of her tail or her dragon wings or her long silvery mane of feathers. Personally, those all just made her even more sexy.

“Well, I am the Goddess of the Sea, Wind and Sky. Perhaps the Sky bit is because of my night-like pigmentation, perhaps it is because the Sky is often associated with the Sea. Let me try.” Neethsi looked at herself. It took a bit, but soon her aetheric flesh faded to reveal her milky white scales, but her eyes were still captivating spiral galaxies. “Yes! I can be normal!” Then she ran a hand through her feathers, spread a wing and flicked her tail. “Well, relatively.”

“Wonderful! Rei, Shade! Kiss this sexy woman until she has breasts that fill this room!” Rarity demanded with drool flying from her lips and her pupils turned to hearts. Shade and I pounced on the stunned white argonian with all the speed our pregnant bodies could manage.

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It was so disheartening. The manlings of this continent, of Tamriel, specifically the Nords and Giants, were descended from his people; the Atmorans. However, at some point, for some unknown and arbitrary reason, the Atmorans of this land were cursed for their children to be different. Half retained the intellect, half retained the physical might.

However, both had lost their heritage, their identity, even their language. So it was that he was unable to verbally communicate with the manlings or the so-called Giants that stood at height with him. Thankfully, the Giants at least kept the basic sign language of his people meant for the deaf, mute or to convey meaning in the midst of the screams and clash of battle.

The irony that it was the duller of the two subspecies of Atmoran that retained a means of communication was not lost on him. Thankfully the scholars of the manlings, sorry, Nords, managed to figure out that Atmoran was extremely similar to ‘Ancient Nordic’ and were in the process of translating for the meeting between him and their king.

Said king, while not of mighty stature, practically bled a ferocious aura of power and command that he could only acknowledge from a true leader of men. This Vartine Bloodraven may not be Atmoran, but he could respect him for the power he clearly held both politically and personally.

Were it to come to blows between them, he was uncertain of victory. The civil wars that caused Ysgramor to flee Atmora in the first place were a grim reminder not to underestimate or oppress the smallfolk. Too much at least.

However, today was apparently a day of celebrations at least mildly similar to a day of grief and reconciliation that Atmora celebrates in the dead of winter. He wasn’t going to protest his hosts giving him what amounts to them as barrels of this sweet nectar the locals call mead. Atmora doesn’t have anything this sweet. When he returned, he was going to suggest opening trade.

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“No.” Brennie huffed as she turned away.

“Come on~.” Twilight playfully begged as she held up the slutty cowgirl outfit.

“No.” Brennie gritted her teeth.

“You know you want to~.” Twilight’s magic jiggled Brennie’s breasts and she heard them slosh.

“I said no.” Brennie was starting to lose her resolve.

“Please?” Twilight asked again as she rounded her, using the puppy-dog eyes!

“Not the face! That’s not fair! Don’t do the face!” The human woman bit her bottom lip as she tried to resist the power of those puppy-dog eyes.

“Please~?” Twilight pouted her lips, her eyes watered, she even pushed her tits up.

“Grr! Fine! By this point I doubt it’ll change anything.” Brennie growled in defeat, snatching the costume out of Twilight’s grasp and getting changed into it.

“Yay~!” Twilight cheered as she span around in her gaudy as fuck Star Swirl costume.

“Although this proves that the milking room is entirely because you have an extreme lactation fetish.” Brennie verbally jabbed with a roll of her eyes.

“Pfft, like I’m gonna bother denying that.” Twilight winked and giggled before dragging her mate out of their shared living quarters.

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“Again?” Milky Way, a beach-ball breasted freckled yellow milkmare in a simple dress nervously asked as we stood before her, the four of us all wearing our cow-print slutty dresses with our tits practically hanging out, only the front of the corset providing any modesty. We even had headbands with fake cow horns on them. “Even with my permit, last time almost got me fined…”

“Please Milky? It was so much fun!” Rarity pleaded and the rest of us joined in with nodding.

“Well, she was the one who kept you three from being taken advantage of while you were incapacitated. She’s joining in this time?” Milky asked warily while pointing at Neethsi, who nodded eagerly. “That would mean more competitors than three this time...I’m sure if I talk Big Mac or some other big, strong stallion to keep an eye on your rears, it’ll be fine.”

“Yes! At least this time we came to tell you our intent to be milked before things got started, so hopefully you’ll be able to set up a proper space unlike before.” Rarity sheepishly said, because last time we joined as cows at the last second, drunk off our tails and beyond horny. This time we’re just being perverts.

“Just...ugh, I can’t ask you not to enjoy yourselves, it’s part of being a cow. Just don’t practically plead people to fuck you like last time? Keep your pleasure entirely platonic.” Milky requested and I shared a bemused look with Shade. How can you keep pleasure platonic?

“Aw, shucks! Does this mean Ah’m outta the roster again, Milky?” A familiar voice came and I turned to see Applebloom approaching with a pout, also wearing a simpler, but still slutty cowgirl costume. She had similarly sized tits to Milky Way and thus was likely a regular cow on her ranch if she didn’t have her family orchards to be involved with.

“I’m afraid so, Bloom. You may have been the biggest milk producer before, but with these four and however they got their breasts so impossibly gigantic, there’s no way for you to compare.” Milky said reasonably and Applebloom leered at us.

“How is it y’all got so big anyway? Rares wasn’t a milkmare at all before she met ya, now she’s got girls as big as carts!” Applebloom demanded with clear envy.

“The same way I got a boost!” Came the voice of Sweetie Belle, who approached us all with Scootaloo. Sweetie was wearing a sexy witch costume that worked perfectly with her normal gothic style and Scootaloo, hilariously, was dressed like a pretty princess. Neethsi helped get Scootaloo deflated this morning so she could enjoy the festival.

“Yeah! Just look at these!” Scootaloo praised her lover’s boobs as she got behind her fiance and hefted Sweetie’s new chest basketballs in their corset, causing Sweetie to blush and kick back at Scootaloo’s shin for displaying her like that in public.

“You better stop or you’ll be pinned!” Sweetie huffed in jest.

“Pinned?” Milky Way queried with obvious interest.

“Sweetie has the biggest-”

“Scoots!” Sweetie snarled with her face so red I thought she might be trying to be a tomato.

“You should be proud you have such a large-”

“What are y'all talking about that’s got Sweetie so upset?” Applebloom asked before Scootaloo lifted her marefriend’s skirt, showing her off. That earned her a slap in the face from Sweetie Belle and Milky Way and Applebloom were visibly aroused. “Oh, that. I forgot you were that gigantic. I’ve been raised around Big Mac, who is about that big, so I’m not too shocked.”

“How does such a small person have such a massive male endowment?” Milky pondered aloud. “No, really. The magic behind milkmares I get, being one, but what kind of magic allows a person as small as you to have such incredible male genitals? Is it related?” Milky questioned and for some reason Applebloom flushed brightly.

“I just have them.” Sweetie mewled as the staring got her hard, thankfully hidden by her otherwise enchanted skirt, but not from our noses. “Damnit Scoots, now I’m horny!”

“Well, mah coltfriend is like her. He’s got junk like Big Mac, but he’s half my size otherwise, not even counting my tits.” Applebloom brought up before shaking her head. “Wait, hold up. Sweetie! How did your tits get so huge again? I want in!”

“Uh, Bloom, if you want to get as big as Rarity or her fiances, you’d be immobile without whatever they’ve got to shrink them back down.” Scootaloo mentioned only for the sexy punk goth reptile babe from last time to approach. What is her costume? Is she just dressed up like the tranny vampire from Rocky Horror Picture Show? That doesn’t work if you’re not a guy, but it works if she’s just dressed as a sexy vampire.

“Gods, it won’t go down.” Sweetie groaned before the goth babe with the mohawk frill slapped her ass. “Ah! Hey! Who do...you…” Sweetie’s eyes turned into hearts and Scootaloo’s did too when she looked at the babe. “H-hi…”

“Sup. I hear you losers need some piercings?” The blinged and mascara’d goth babe asked cheekily and I had trouble relating this woman to Hermais, who was pretty straight-laced in comparison for a feathery chaos noodle, but I could see the resemblance somehow.

“Ah, yes please. If you could supply a bunch for later distribution too, that would be great.” Neethsi spoke up and the Outworlder entity of chaos nodded after snapping her fingers and all the ladies around not already pierced, yelped and clutched at their nipples. “You know what this means ladies? If anyone wants hyper-tits, it’s on offer!” Wait, what?! You just offered for Shade and I to make out with as many hot babes as we want in this crowd!

“Eris, you cunt!” Brennie’s shout of anger derailed the building situation and-wow Brennie makes a slutty cowgirl costume work, even if she is dragging the goth-babe named Eris away by the hand.

“What~?” Eris chuckled before I heard Neethsi yelp and clutch her groin with a bright blush through her milky scales. “Oh fuck, that’s tight.”

“Eris!” Brennie snarled, clearly getting what’s going on while the rest of us were lost. Whatever is going on, Neethsi was groaning, panting, rolling her hips-omg she’s getting fucked!

“I’m using a condom mom, don’t worry.” Eris huffed playfully only for the woman to pull a double barrelled shotgun, with two huge curved blades acting as bayonets attached underneath, from her cleavage.

“I will blow your fucking head off.” Brennie threatened, but Eris threw her hands up to stop her. “Unless you give me a very good reason not to, I’ll leave you be.” Sheesh, scary. Thankfully people here weren’t familiar enough with guns to understand how dangerous this was.

“Fine! Geez.” Eris grumbled and instead I felt something enter me! Shade groaned from next to me and I shared a breathless look with her. “I was gonna have some fun, but I’ll just be taking the burden from them. They need to be ready and they can’t do that like this.” What?! Oh~! S-something is w-worming inside of me, taking my eggs! I’d feel horrified, but it feels so good and I have this odd feeling that they’ll be okay.

“They got pregnant by accident, didn’t they?” Brennie guessed as she put her weapon away and let go of Eris. “How bad are things going to get?”

“As things were before? Really bad. Now? Hopefully it’ll be a cakewalk.” Eris replied before cupping her hands around her mouth. “If you want hyper tits ladies, make out with Meen-Rei or Shade!” W-what?! Damn it you sexy bitch-Mm! MM! Mm~! Bloom has soft lips!

“I’m outta here, later!” Brennie speed-walked away, not even bothering to wait for Twilight.

“Aw, Brennie! You promised~!” Twilight whined as she hurried after her mate. I didn’t care what was going on there as Applebloom groped her churning breasts, which thankfully didn’t visibly get any bigger thanks to the piercings she had just gotten.

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“What will you do now, Child?” The old breton asked Thia as she huddled by a rock.

“What-? How-you’re a god?” Thia cowered, unsure what she was looking at as the Breton stared at her without eyesight. “That’s the only explanation, that you’re like our greatest enemies.”

“I am just a humble old blind man. Nothing more, nothing less. I do not judge, I do not shun or begrudge anyone their decisions unless it hurts themselves or others needlessly. I ask if you will change yourself for the better Child, because I care.” The blind man continued to stare at her with those milky sightless eyes and Thia couldn’t respond. “Take your time Child. Time is one of the things that is both too short and too long, but just right if you take it in stride.”

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My lips are a bit sore. I’ve been kissing and making out with people for hours now, having become the attraction at a kissing booth with Shade. Literally. Someone dragged us to an actual kissing booth. Some guys approached too, because we’re beautiful and I still feel flattered to think of myself as such. Thankfully Eris was being especially naughty and had pierced pretty much everyone out on the streets, otherwise the boys would be bursting out of their pants.

Fuck that’s hot. No Rei, don’t focus on it. Don’t think that every guy you kiss gets more hung and virile, don’t think about how each babe gets bustier and turns into a fucking cow producing magic milk. “Ffffuck~...” I squeaked quietly as I came just at my fantasies and how sensitive I was from making out with people for a good portion of the day.

“This is awesome.” Shade panted from next to me before someone dropped a few Septims in the till and she kissed the argonian patron with a passion that I mirrored with my next customer. I didn’t even care that we were making a killing, I just wanted to infuse everyone with my magicka. It was intoxicating, knowing we were turning a good portion of the city into renewable food for Shade and I!

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