Ch.55

[Loredas, 4rd Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

Brennie woke up feeling both exhausted and satisfied in a familiar, yet also quite unfamiliar way. That she was the little spoon in a cuddle with Twilight was quite welcome and she settled back in to-. “You really know how to let your hair down.” Whispered the voice of the assassin and Brennie cracked her eyes open again to see the armored agent peeking over the edge of the bed nearest her face like a small child, creeper, bed monster, whatever.

“Hey. Christ almighty, who won?” Brennie asked with a groan, closing her eyes and listening to the spy. She could’ve done without the creepy bug-eye-lense helmet being so close in the dark, but she’d seen far worse.

“Coral Leaf and Applebloom. Twilight and you got second with Meen-Rei and Reenios in third.” The Tong agent informed her and held up the red ribbon as evidence. “If Coral didn’t know how his marefriend’s tits worked, he wouldn’t have had a ghost’s chance in the Soul Cairn, but he rocketed past the rest of you. I’d call foul on that, but it’s generally considered polite to have a cow’s milker be someone they know or are already intimate with.”

“Whatever. It was awesome.” Brennie had blacked out in ecstasy after Twilight started spraying both nips into two barrels at once, the alicorn somehow managing to balance pleasure and productivity was too much for her. She’d been milked by custom-made machines that failed to stimulate her like Twilight had just done. The closest comparison was her wife Wiatr. “Anyway, how did your boss take the news if you told him at all? Was he pulling out his hair or was he too busy shitting himself?”

“Neither. They just took in the info as always and told me to keep an eye on you as before. They were also a bit relieved to hear you’re essentially a normal person and not stuck with a mace up your ass. They didn’t word it so poignantly, but that was their impression.” The Tong agent informed her, still whispering to possibly let Twilight keep sleeping.

“Really? Wow, I must’ve given off some impression of ‘Don’t fuck with me’ or something if they thought I was like that. Although they would probably start flipping tables over if any of my people show up, specifically the warrior type?” Brennie snorted in amusement as she felt Twilight grinding her hips up against her ass. The lack of male genitals reminded her of Eris’s actions yesterday and then she frowned. Convenient, yes, fun in the morning? No.

“Don’t know, don’t care. So long as I don’t have to kill you or try and fail at least, I’m good.” The Tong assassin vanished and the red ribbon fluttered to the bed. Sighing, Brennie just went back to sleep after she took the ribbon and snuggled back against Twilight.

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“Come back soon.” I whispered after I smooched Neethsi. She was up at the crack of dawn despite how ravaged we all were by the events yesterday and I was woken up by the feeling of my big spoon getting out of bed. I have no clue how any of us made it to Rarity’s place.

“I’m going to be putting Adamantine back up. I’m not too sure if I’ll have any tasks after that, so while I can’t promise anything, I will try to return as swiftly as possible.” Neethsi whispered back before she did an adjustment to her seashell bikini and slunk down the hall to the stairs. Normally she’d warp away, but that’s noisy. She’ll do it outside so Shade and Rarity can sleep.

I silently strode across the room to the pile of satchels and grabbed mine. I was only able to figure it was mine due to the tiny embroidered image of my head on it with a cheeky grin and wink. Rarity was so cute with little gestures like this. The one on Shade’s bag was the same, but her’s had her mane unlike my horns, so it still worked as an ownership indicator.

I reached in to grab things, but then felt my hands on a soft sack when reaching for clothes. I pulled out an empty bag and blinked. I didn’t have any extra sacks, since adventuring wasn’t in the plans for now. I reached in to make sure-whoa~! “Oof!” I grunted when I landed on a cushy bed and blinked up at the opening high above me. “Wait a minute…”

I sat up and there wasn’t much else here, but this is a Haven Bag! Neethsi gave me a Haven Bag! Ee~! I have a portable studio apartment! This means I can start dumping all the junk I still have in my satchel into crates and stuff in here! Thanks to my bangles and other accessories, I may have a nigh-infinite carrying capacity, but I’d rather not be laden down in case I lose them. Hold up! I should get Rarity and Shade to help me decorate!

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“Can you restore it, oh great Nerevarine?” A Breton native of Wayrest nearly pleaded with religious fervor and Neethsi pointedly tried to ignore how uncomfortable it made her.

“Considering its Stone is a metaphysical concept of an event that has taken place, it should hopefully be as simple as setting it back up.” Neethsi replied as she put her hands on her hips and considered the half-submerged metal tower that had been toppled by the island it once stood on being turned to mush by saboteurs. “I’d almost consider moving it too. The island was the weak point.”

“Please don’t. It is of immense cultural significance. We’ll simply guard it better.” The breton, who creeped Neethsi out too much to learn the name of, pleaded desperately. He even went so far as to get on his knees in religious supplication.

“Alright! It was just a thought.” Neethsi grumbled and let her power flow, turning her body aetheric once more. She summoned her trident, idly wondering where it went since it wasn’t in her storage, then began her dance as she worked her magic.

Adamantine or Direnni Tower to the locals, swiftly rose upright, the uncovered basement levels slotting into their rightful place with a murky sucking noise on a massive scale. The earth around the risen tower then flowed back in and turned into a solid outcrop of bedrock while the rest of the ruined island restored to its original dimensions and even extended slightly beyond that to the west. “Praise be to Nerevarine! Thank you, my goddess!”

Neethsi winced and was thankful her current state likely hid the expression from the religious nutso who was probably going to fap to thoughts of her. Scratch that, he definitely was. Ew. It’s one thing to have strangers appreciate your body, it’s another for creeps like this guy to obsess. “Yes, well, the Tower is back and with this, each of the Towers besides Green Sap are restored. I’ll be on my way now.”

Neethsi warped to Lilmoth, intent on returning to her lovers immediately, considering it’d only been a few hours since she left. Having wings was convenient. “Lady Nerevarine!” Neethsi paused and closed her eyes as she suppressed a groan of anguish to turn to the dunmer soldier who addressed her. “I’ve been told to keep an eye out for you and remind you of the ships the Pact wishes to be built and the shipwrights still need your tutelage.”

“But the war didn’t even end up happening! The Dominion collapsed in on itself.” Neethsi complained and the soldier shrugged.

“As I hear it, the bigwigs still want an airship fleet to protect the lands and seas. We are still the barrier between Akavir and the rest of Tamriel.” Oh...well that’s true. Damn invasion-happy Kamal and Tsaesci. Whatever. At least she wasn’t going to be building all the ships, just ensuring the shipwrights know how to.

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[Tirdas, 7th Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

“Gah!” Reenios yelped when I expertly flipped him onto his back and pinned him to the grass.

“Pinned ya again! Ha!” I laughed and got off of him before giving the brown cute argonian a hand up. He didn’t have a crush on me so much as a lewd appreciation of me that didn’t go past enjoying my company and friendship, so our training wasn’t awkward after he milked me on Tales and Tallows. So this is how you can be perverted and platonic.

“Bah, if it wasn’t so fun and good practice getting trounced by you, I’d be sick of getting the crap kicked out of me multiple times a day.” Reenios chuckled as he used Restoration to fix the bruising I gave him. “Shame Lady Nerevarine is so busy. You two have been slowly getting more down since she left right after Tales and Tallows.”

“Ah, what makes you figure that?” I asked, wondering how he could tell. My spirits were dampened by my beloved Neethsi being away. At least she passed on a letter telling us she was training shipwrights in the art of airship construction in Raven Rock on Solstheim, so if we absolutely wanted we could go visit, but right now Shade and I felt our training was more important than our feelings.

“You’re slower, distracted, Rarity’s visits on her lunch and break have happened more often. Also, despite rapid improvements, you two haven’t moved on to a new subject after you took on more martial styles and Shade has been improving her Restoration.” Reenios listed off and I mused that he was right. I haven’t moved on from Judo since yesterday when I decided I needed non-lethal options in case I’m trying to subdue someone.

“So, I need to know some martial skills and there are many.” I deflected, hoping Reenios would buy it and let it go.

“There are only about fifteen. I haven’t even seen this ‘Judo’ before anyway. Are you making it up?” Reenios demanded curiously and I blinked in surprise.

“What? No. It’s in the training guide I’m referring to. It’s a disruption style meant to subdue and disable opponents without permanent harm. How could it teach me something if it didn’t exist before?” Wait...Jhunal is exchanging ‘books’ with Hermais! For all I know, that means the Oghma Infinium is also obtaining more subjects to teach by the second! Whoa!

“Huh, that sounds incredible. It’d be nice if guards trained in something like that so there’d be less need for healers to visit the jails to heal troublemakers. You should make a copy of this training guide you found and give it to the guards.” Reenios suggested and I hummed in consideration.

“I’ll check with the bookstore I got it from, see if maybe they can point out a source.” I replied in mild deflection. I will try to ask Jhunal if he’ll allow me to copy things from the book since unlike Mora who hoarded knowledge, Jhunal clearly wanted people to learn from it, if in a more hands-on way.

“Please do. In the meantime, I think I’ll try to adapt what I’ve observed from you. I would like a way to avoid killing someone if I can help it.” Reenios said and then began practicing slap-dash katas that made me wince. No, no! If you’re going to practice, do it right!

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I ended up spending the rest of the afternoon teaching. Not just Reenios, but several soldiers and guards who approached when they noticed I was training the brown argonian in a martial style none of them recognized. Nearly every guard decided to attend my ‘lesson’ because they saw the use of a style that incapacitated without serious harm to the opponent as a boon.

“Well, this could be an interesting addition to my P.E. program.” Twilight joked as she approached through the lines of kata-practicing soldiers and guards. I like her new robes, much less frumpy and they actually highlight her sexy body instead of hiding it.

“I didn’t exactly plan on this, it just happened.” I huffed and idly wished argonians could sweat, because I was building up a lot of heat here in the sun as I ran the class through their paces. They seemed to grasp it really quick, supernaturally quick. I need to ask Jhunal several questions. “So, what’s up Twi? I’d expect Berserker to be out here instead.”

“Ah, she’s still...recovering from training yesterday.” Twilight excused and I raised an eye ridge skeptically. Ever since Tales and Tallows, Bersie has been seen much less frequently, which was fine apparently, since Bersie was much more hands-on than many of the troops and their immediate superiors were used to anyway. “Ahem, anyway, I was coming to check in on you.”

“I don’t get why. Everything’s fine.” I gestured around and then idly used the same hand to correct the arm positioning of a nearby student and my tail to correct the foot placement of another without looking away from Twilight. I need to speak to Jhunal.

“Rarity doesn’t think so. She’s worried you’re throwing yourself into training too much. Yes, a great threat is on the way, but you shouldn’t be neglecting your emotional needs.” Twilight lectured and I felt indignation well up within me. I was about to lash out, but bit my tongue. This was no place to vent such personal feelings.

“I’m fine. Go back home and get some rest yourself.” I bit out and went back to correcting the posture of my students. I can relax when either the coming war was over, Neethsi comes home or another holiday hits like the disruptive culture bombs they were.

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“What do I do, that was-I can’t go back to Yuria.” Thia whined as she struggled with the complicated emotions that man brought out of her cold, Dark, formerly indifferent heart. Thia was always the quiet one, the obedient one, willing to follow whoever had the most logical argument.

Freda was ruled by compassion while Yuria was ruled by the traditions of Londor. For the longest time Thia had just blindly accepted that Yuria had the right of it, but now? Now she saw that Freda was in the right. However, their sister was killed, her Undeath rendered moot and her soul cast adrift in the sea of souls. There was no hope of finding her.

She wished she had the strength to ask that man if he somehow knew where Freda was, so that Thia could follow her instead. She wasn’t a leader, she barely knew how to make decisions for herself. That was when an achingly familiar sensation of cold and a scent of powdered snow falling from the sky assaulted her nose and the snow-white husky gasped, following it through the odd twisted forest she’d somehow found herself in after fleeing the blind man.

“Hm? Who are you, child?” A giant hawk asked her when she rushed into a clearing. “Not many find my sanctums on their own. I am Kynareth. What brings you to seek sanctuary in this glade?”

“I seek my sister. She looks identical to me, but does not wear dark colors.” Thia replied, not afraid of this God like she was of the Blind Man, because at least this entity she knew well.

“Hm, why would a powerful hunter like you be running?” Kynareth asked, flying about her glade. “I can help you find your sister, if indirectly, but the journey will be long.”

“Kynareth, do not lend her aid. She is one of the interlopers trying to destroy our realm.” Came a harsher male voice as a ghostly white specter of a stag entered the glade with hateful red eyes glaring at Thia, who backed away fearfully, for she knew this entity was not a kind one.

“Hircine, so quick to punish. In this case, I may well take you to the nearest place of my power to your sister if it will spite him.” Kynareth landed between Thia and the Prince protectively.

“You wound me, Kynareth. Do I not honor your realm? Do I not do it justice?” Hircine asked without offense, as if this were simply an ancient dance the two always did. For all Thia knew, it was.

“Yes, but your justice is cruel and harsh. This girl’s heart is filled with fear, indecision and desperation. I will not let her be easy prey for you.” Kynareth declared as she lowered herself and Thia hurriedly climbed on the goddess’s back.

“Hah! A challenge then! Run little rabbit! My wolves will give chase shortly!” Hircine laughed and Kynareth took flight while Thia clung to her back.

“Rest now. It will be some time before we reach my glade nearest to your sister.” Kynareth urged and for the first time in her Undead life, Thia decided that sleep was a good idea.

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Brennie awoke with a snort at the feeling of hands on her underbelly and lips that kissed it shortly after. “How is my beautiful mate?” Twilight whispered around the hill that was Brennie’s unrestrained baby ball of a body. She wanted to let it all ‘hang out’ and Twilight offered a place called a Haven Box she’d bought from Neethsi to do so. The mostly-human was perched on her giant tits and belly with her ass up near the ceiling of this place.

“Hm, living the dream~.” Brennie purred as she felt content just lying there, her belly showing the fruits of their love and milking hoses endlessly pumping her milk. “What time is it?”

“Ah...um...it’s been...a few days.” Twilight sheepishly informed her and Brennie squealed in shock. “It’s okay! Everything’s still moving just fine without you! It isn’t uncommon for people at your level of authority to disappear for weeks at a time so long as nothing urgent comes up.”

“Love you mom!” Dongo purred after appearing in front of Brennie’s face, the ursine chaos noodle floating in the air like his sisters tended to. “Oblivion is like a buffet of demiplanes!”

“Could you not? I’m just coming to terms with the fact I got lazy for a few days.” Brennie huffed indignantly, her sexy face pouting at having missed out on a few days doing nothing but being a big baby factory.

“But I want to spend time with my favorite step-mom.” Dongo whined, his heavy nuts wiggling.

“What do you want, Dongo? None of you actually spend time with me unless it suits a purpose, like filling me with more noodles.” Brennie demanded in mild annoyance, because she always enjoyed it whenever that happened. However, she was currently relishing being her new mate’s baby ball and wasn’t in the mood for such a thing.

“I may have devoured a demi-plane of marshmallows and due to spatial fuckery, It’s in my balls.” Dongo whined as his balls gurgled and wiggled about. “Can you, um, go in or suck it out?”

“Oh, fine. In return, though, you’re gonna create a dimensional mirror for me to look out into Mundus while I’m stuck in here. I wanna stay updated on whatever's happening out there.” Brennie demanded and Dongo nodded eagerly.

“I’m fine with that, love you mom!” Dongo said, hugging Brennie and the human woman rolled her eyes at the spoiled, but well meaning child. Even if said child was an eon old adult.

“Oh, yes, we both know how much you love me.” Brennie snorted as she ogled Dongo’s balls, watching them churn and hearing them gurgle. “Yep, you miss me being your broodmother.”

“So you’re a step-mom? How exactly did this relationship come about?” Twilight asked, rubbing her lower belly more because she was currently pure female with her male organs put away.

“During the closing years of their war all the way to the aftermath. Then I married his mother, Wiatr. Things got weird from there.” Brennie explained as Dongo’s balls expanded more. “You’ve been saving up for me, haven’t you~?”

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