Ch.59

[Sundas, 13th Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

“Why didn’t you come home if you had Sundas off every week?” I asked Neethsi with a pout as we went to explore Raven Rock. Later we’d head to the south end of the island to visit Tel Mithryn and the town that had grown around it despite Neloth Telvanni’s cantankerous grumblings about ‘too many mouth-breathers consuming my air!’ as Neethsi put it.

“Because even though I was off, I still had so much to do that my free time wasn’t free time. Today, to celebrate our engagement, everyone else can go fuck themselves in one of Molag’s tentacle pits.” Neethsi eloquently put, which caused Shade to chuckle and Rarity to tut.

“Simply because you are a tireless deity is no excuse to abuse you.” Rarity stated with heavy disapproval before she shuddered and her flesh all across her body seemed to ripple before Neethsi grasped her shoulder and Rarity’s disturbing situation settled down. “Thank you. Goodness, was it this rough for each of you at first?” Rarity asked in regards to the fact she was now a Lycanthrope. Thankfully of Neethsi’s clan so that she was similarly free of Hircine.

“I don’t know. Mom basically just had it and I did too when I arrived.” Shade shrugged as she continued to look about the bustling town. Forget a town, it’s a small city. I wonder what the Skaal on the other side of the island think of this busy place on this side of the mountainous wilderness from their humble village.

“It was like liquid fire in my veins. Every moment it flared up I was filled with a blind rage. Several people, thankfully none that were good or close to me, died horribly to sate my bloodlust until I got control. While we’re free of him, we’re still both civilized people and primal beasts mixed into one body.” Neethsi gently rubbed Rarity’s shoulder and then we continued on.

“Yes. Just now, it felt like my skin was too tight, too confining, like it was a hot and restrictive robe crushing the life out of me that I just had to get out of. At least until you touched my skin and reminded me that I’m not trapped in anything.” Rarity shuddered so Shade and I joined in on rubbing her neck and other shoulder respectively. “Still, why must people be so loud?”

“You get used to the sharpened hearing, but the quiet of the wilderness helps.” I said, because although I never really went to a major population center as Marian, every single sound in the forest was like a gunshot to me. I didn’t have that issue when I got here. Maybe because unlike foxes and werewolves, werecrocodiles don’t have such a heightened sense of hearing.

“I wonder what you are. Sis and I are crocs, Neethsi is a sexy giant winged sea serpent-yes I think you’re sexy in that body too, Nee. That said, you received her blood after she became a giant serpent. What are you?” Shade asked eagerly and Rarity scrunched up her brow.

“I don’t know. Am I supposed to know automatically?” Rarity questioned Neethsi who shook her head. “Then let us find out! We were planning to go to Tel Mithryn anyway, why not see what I become in the wilderness between here and there?”

“So you don’t want to try any local foods? Raven Rock is a unique blend of Morrowind and Skyrim cuisine, a combination of simple meals and strong spices.” Neethsi asked and Rarity looked at sis and I. We shared a look and shrugged, leaving the choice to her.

“I’m rather peckish, but I don’t want anything...civilized.” Rarity blushed and I shared a look with my fellow argonian lovers before hurrying out of Raven Rock with our hungry freshly-turned werebeast unicorn.

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Brennie woke up with a snort, something she was used to these days. The face of her sister, however, was a change of pace. “Runner? What are you doing here?” Brennie mumbled up at her sister, who shared in the muscular milfy body type that filled out her casual shirt and jeans.

“I’m not the only one.” Runner replied as their brother, Hunter, came out from the shadows. Along with him were five-wait...only one of them were of her Blackshield Guard, the rest were from the other factions. “Yeah, I decided to bring a mixed team from the other factions within our Legion. More skill sets from a diverse bunch get better results.”

“I see.” Brennie blinked as she looked towards her Blackshield Guardsman, General Helvex. His armor black with red highlights, quite the opposite color scheme to address his station as one of her many Guard. Appearance wise it was similar in aesthetic and artifice to Brennie’s own, the only difference was that the demonic skull helmet only had two eyes instead of four and it glowed bloody red rather than ominous green. It was traditional for a Crusader to claim the skull of a Baron of Hell in combat and to wear it, enraging the former archenemy and to instill fear in other would-be foes. “So, uh, how’s our-?”

“They really want to know if you’re alright. If anything had happened to you, well, heh, sucks to be that poor asshole.” Helvex replied with a dark chuckle, followed by the rest of the other Guards. “That said, no combat for you.”

“Huh?! Oh, c’mon!” Brennie protested, but none of them were having it.

“Your highness, we know you’re pregnant. We would feel at ease with you out of harm's way.” The old Veteran Sergeant of the Ghost’s faction, Krimzon, now one of Hunter’s Spirit Wanderer Guardsman, stated to the pouting Brennie. His cloak and armor a darker gray coloration than the standard.

“That being said, whose side are we on?” Runner questioned.

“The Ebonheart Pact.” Brennie answered and her sister facepalmed.

“Oh, great.” Runner groaned in annoyance.

“It’s not all that bad.” Brennie tried to reason, but no one was convinced.

“Did they send an assassin to watch over you?” Runner guessed as there’s always someone not liking any sort of competition, especially from an Outworlder.

“...Yes.” Brennie conceded.

“Hm, am I so bad?” Questioned Brennie’s stalker, who was somehow on the bed with Brennie leaning back against her as she rubbed the bemused yet unsurprised woman’s shoulders. “I mean, I have no intent to carry through on my orders to kill her, especially since it seems unnecessary on top of suicidal. She’s also so cute and sexy, I couldn’t bear it.”

“Well, I believe she has us convinced.” Helvex stated along with the rest of the Guard voicing their approval. “However, this Pact’s leaders will have to try and earn our trust. Something tells me not all of them are going to be on board with this sudden change.”

“It isn’t like they have a choice. Besides, when a general or similar figure is on a sabbatical or other silly things, they have Mouths like Councilors do to act in their stead. One of you could take her job and it would still be her by law doing the job so long as you do not go against her guidelines.” The Tong agent informed them before patting Brennie’s stomach. “Now, all of you get out. She’s expecting and needs all the rest, relaxation and refractory she can get.”

“I’m not fragile damn it…” Brennie grumbled, but wasn’t going to protest when she was getting belly rubs. Mm~. Now if only this place had TV or video games...or a really good book series.

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I have never had such an awkward lust/fear boner in my life. Watching Rarity tear a wild bear to shreds with her claws and teeth was both shocking and arousing in ways I couldn’t rightly justify. Well, other than that she’s a full-anthro wereshark with her normal figure upscaled for her new 8 foot height! I thought werebeasts lost a lot of their defining gender traits when in beast form! Well, then again, I keep my figure in mine for some reason. I haven’t seen Shade in her beast form since she finished developing...hm. Maybe Neethsi’s new divinity has further changed us?

“I so want to fuck her.” Shade groaned as Rarity chomped and swallowed fresh meat from her kill, blood coating her smooth-looking yet rough scales and adding a lewd red shine to her form.

“Mm~?” Rarity throatily rasped with a broad bloody grin back at us as she raised her long finned tail to flash her pussy at us and wiggled her extra-thicc muscular booty with her eyes imparting the wish for us to follow through.

“No Rarity. That should be for another time. Dive too deep all at once and you might get stuck.” Neethsi warned the pony-turned-shark and she growled unhappily before continuing to feast on her violent and bloody meal. “Once you’re done, we’ll continue on to Tel Mithryn.”

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“What is wrong with it?” Calvius asked his lover as he watched a scamp turn into a hulking rat, somehow generating flesh as if from nowhere as it grew and swelled grotesquely.

“The herbs are making it more physical, the Bell turning it into something like us while this little rock is making it radiate magic in such a way that it destroys cells. It could be used as a great source of power for our cities if it didn’t need an organic catalyst.” Nurtal explained as she poked and prodded the glowing pustules on the spasming and choking rat with a long stick.

The first step in science is always poking something with a stick after all. “Well, this is unsettling. Learn what you can then put it out of its misery. It should still have its Animus returned to Oblivion so it’s a mercy.” Calvius insisted to his mate, who pouted despite her mask. How she did that he couldn’t understand and it still enthralled him.

“Fine, but I wanted to keep him and name him Igor.” Nurtal sighed before taking down notes.

“No enslaved monstrosities. Remember that our people were once such creatures.” Calvius grimly reminded his mate, who shuddered and shook her head as her tail and ears wilted. “Now, I bring some news from across the continent…”

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“Tsrrashi loves mate~.” The tiger-patterned maned skaven cooed as she groped her beach-ball sized tits that sat atop her massive immobilizing belly while Bravia rubbed said 10-foot sphere she was perched on. Her temples had sprouted horns lately, her tail had split in three to become three rat tails. Her mate told her she was becoming the local avatar of her beloved goddess and this filled her with even more satisfaction than her fecundity and her mate’s pampering.

“Saint Tsrrashi, I understand you are impaired by your glorious condition, but we’re tied on the decision of whether or not to let Melwen’s decision to sleep with High King Bloodraven go unpunished.” One of Tsrrashi’s 12 Councilors said again. She was too clouded with pleasure and contentment to remember his name right now.

“I’m sorry, what? Punishment for sleeping with the High King, who gave consent, along with his wife and lover? Are you that fucking stupid?” Bravia argued as he turned to face the Counselor.

“No Saint-Guard Bravia, but her decision to use sex as the go-to method of persuading a foreign diplomat sets a precedent. We know what we are, what deity we have chosen to worship, but she preaches moderation and responsibility when choosing your pleasures or face dire consequences. Shouldn’t she face such a consequence for throwing herself at him when she is meant to represent our people as a whole?” Another of the 12 questioned and Tsrrashi huffed.

“She fucked someone who wanted to be fucked and got things going our way. She deserves praise, not punishment. New vote: all in favor of rewarding Ambassador Melwen for her clever use of Sex for a favorable diplomatic outcome?” Tsrrashi called and raised her hand, waiting for the vote to finish and got a reluctant and somewhat embarrassed approval for the movement according to the number of flushed snouts. “Come up with a reward then.”

“I swear, fucking idiots even among the ones who supposedly know who and what they are.” Bravia huffed and slapped Tsrrashi’s sexy ass, causing it to jiggle and her to moan loudly. “Honestly, did they forget they worship a Sex Goddess?”

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“Ah. It’s grown so much since I last visited.” Neethsi fondly sighed and I couldn’t help but feel a measure of mystical wonder at the sight of Tel Mithryn. The giant mushroom towered, well, because it was a tower. It was easily half the height of Orichalc, but only a third the height of White-Gold. Below it were several other mushroom structures and sprawling out from that were other plant-based buildings made from more native plants of the forest.

Oh, right, it was also a bit of a shock to me that southern Solstheim in this world wasn’t a blasted ashland since the Red Year and subsequent continuous eruptions weren’t nearly as severe as in canon. Thank gosh Neethsi got Vivec to toss Baar Dau across the sea.

“Uh, is this becoming a Tower?” Rarity asked with the capital letter and Neethsi huffed in amusement and a pat on Rarity’s back.

“No dear. Don’t mention that around anyone around here either or egos will swell so much their heads might explode.” Neethsi hiss-snickered and led us through the town that blended into the forest at its edge and skirted the coastline. Neethsi waved at dunmer who greeted her with a mixture of respect, disgust and cheer. She returned each with the same and even pet the head of a young boy who ran for her and hugged her legs.

Wow. Neethsi is well-known here. Then again, elves are long-lived and she likely knew many of them. We passed into the base of Tel Mithryn and took the fancy levitation elevator to the top. This place was just as I envisioned from my memories of the game, but much bigger.

“No, you useless bag of infested maggots! I needed the thesis, not the theory! Go bother Talvas until you’re literate!” Shrieked the positively ancient dark elf in resplendent robes at a terrified younger mer who fled as the goatee-sporting wizard who could only be Neloth turned his scowl on us. “Who is invading my-ah. Someone who isn’t a waste of space. Good to see you.”

“Oh~ these volumes are amazing!” Hermais said from where she was drooling against the glass of a bookcase containing full shelves of Grey Books. “Jhunal said you were a bibliophile.”

“Yes, I happen to have the most complete collection of the Trials of the Ancients series of books. Say, as a friend of that fetcher Mora’s replacement, would you be able to help me acquire more? They are a riveting read.” Neloth asked the bodacious bird babe, who hummed and nodded. “Excellent! I am the premier master of enchanting in all of Tamriel, so if I can provide something in exchange with Jhunal for more books, I’ll gladly do so.”

“Aren’t you powerful enough already, Neloth?” Neethsi questioned fondly and the bitter and spiteful mer scoffed.

“As if you have any stance to be lecturing me on such a thing, miss goddess of the sea and sky.” Neloth huffed before turning his burning red gaze upon us. “Now, what garbage have you brought into my tower this time?” Ouch. I know he considers nearly everyone to be lower than dirt, but that still stings considering how much power he has. “Ah, wait. I sense it now. They hide it well, but they are incredible fonts of magicka.” He can sense that without a spell? Whoa.

“Hm, what about a door to my library?” Hermais suggested and the world shook in fear.

“Um, maybe that isn’t a good idea?” Shade asked uneasily.

“If you do that, Neloth might become a new deity.” I warned the feathery draconequus.

“Considering how needlessly harsh he is, that couldn’t be good for anyone.” Rarity commented.

“If I wanted to become a god, I would have done so. Divinity is so overrated as my former apprentice can attest.” Neloth stated firmly with a gesture at Neethsi. “No. I will wither and die, eventually. I have no clue when by this point, possibly never, but all laws of mortality state that I should be dead already, so maybe I already ascended and simply didn’t notice.”

“Reality fears you, Neloth. That alone makes you immortal in your own way.” Neethsi said in amusement and her former master huffed.

“Then reality is weak and worthless, like most people inhabiting it. Now, are you here to visit for pleasure or business? Either way, I have some Canis Root tea brewing.” Neloth moved off and Neethsi eagerly followed. How did she come to enjoy this asshole’s company?

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“So, that was your family?” Twilight asked the moment she entered the Haven Box to blink at the odd sight of a device projecting images and making odd noises as Brennie did something with an even odder device in her hands. “What are you doing?”

“Playing video games.” Brennie idly responded before pausing to get a handful of cheese puffs and munching on them as she looked at Twilight before rubbing her cheese-dusted fingers on her dirty T-shirt. If she was going to take an actual honest-to-fuck vacation, she was gonna chill. “And yes, that was my family and friends you’ve met. Some of them.”

“Okay, whatever that is.” Twilight chuckled before sitting next to her and watching her play. “So you control an interactive character displayed visually with that?” Twilight pointed at the controller and Brennie nodded while she kept playing. “Hm, it’s like one of those choose your own adventure books, but much more streamlined.”

“Pretty much.” That was a better explanation than Brennie could give in the local context.

“Sounds fun, does it teach you any lessons?” Twilight asked as she tried some cheese puffs.

“Yes, it can be to those who struggle, but those are for school purposes, educational tools to help those in need of special care. Otherwise, any other game outside those parameters, no. Games are meant to be entertainment, like a story.” Brennie explained before changing the subject. “Anyway, what did you think about my brother and sister when you met them?”

“Wait, only two were...well, I’m assuming the odd bunny-wolf hybrid is your sister?” Brennie nodded. “Well, I can confirm that I really like her. She smelled like she wanted to pin me to the wall and fuck me right away, but she was all business and cheer. I guess the quiet one with the telepathy is your brother?” Another nod. “He’s fine, but I couldn’t get a read on him. The others all unsettled me a bit, especially the two giants in heavy armor, but I feel that way around veteran soldiers all the time.”

“Don’t worry about any of them. So long as nothing bad is happening, they’re just extra-normal people.” Brennie reached into the bowl and frowned at the lack of cheese puffs. “Twilight, those are a snack food. You just ate two whole meals worth of calories.”

“Oh, well, good thing I know enough Alteration to get rid of excess fat.” Twilight giggled and Brennie rolled her eyes before pulling a new bag of the snacks from her under-cleavage and ended up showing Twilight how to play some games.

Also, Twilight was a snack hoarder. Brennie was learning so much today.

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