Ch.6

[Sundas, 11th of Sun’s Height, 4E: 221]

Neethsi managed to talk our way into the city, but it included ‘bribing’ the guards with the corpse of the Mudlurker. They had spoken in Jel, so I had no clue what was said exactly, but Neethsi seemed fairly hurried in getting us to an inn promptly. “What is going on?” I asked him worriedly as he pushed us along with a hand on both mine and Mellow’s backs.

“A dangerous Thalmor assassin has managed to escape Blackrose Prison and the Shellbacks are securing the city while the Shadowscales are tracking him.” Neethsi quietly hissed into our ears as he found a two-floor stone building with a sign that was in Jel, but must’ve been an inn since he took us inside.

“The Shadowscales are still around?” I asked in a hushed voice of disbelief. The dissolution of the Dark Brotherhood and the Shadowscales were one of the few good things to happen during the Fourth Era in canon!

“Why wouldn’t they be? They have adhered to the strict rules of the Morag Tong and relinquished the fallacy of Sithis. What a load of bunk. There can’t be a ruler of nothing.” Neethsi snorted in wry distaste and I had to consider that. How can Sithis be nothing, yet exist himself? That’s contradictory in and of itself! Then there’s the phantoms you could summon, like Lucian Lachance. If Sithis is nothing, how could you call forth something that went to him?

“Which is why my kind didn't believe a word of it.” Mellow huffed with a shake of his head. “There cannot be such a thing as true nothingness. If there was, then there never would have ever been anything. It’s a self-terminating paradox, such as the statement: nobody has ever been in an empty room.” Mellow added on while Neethsi went to the proprietress, a yellow argonian woman who looked up at Neethsi with what I could vaguely see was an expression of concern mixed with intrigue. Yay! I’m getting better at reading argonian faces!

“Hm...say, Mellow, just to ask. Is my smallest bust size the average here?” That lady easily had D-cups and every woman around was seemingly of similar chest heft. Aside from a rather lithe khajiit woman smoking in the corner. She had a much more petite chest in the modest and average-for-Earth B-cup range.

“Yes? Why, do the women where you come from have different averages?” Mellow questioned in intrigue and I shrugged with a so-so hand gesture.

“Eh, for some people the average was smaller, others the average was bigger. It mostly depended on diet and a woman’s history of child-bearing.” Which, technically, I did even with this new body. I was going to end up quite busty from my pregnancy I think, so having a chest that could be smaller than the size I would’ve been stuck with was nice in hindsight.

“Hm. Interesting. Back home the average is actually much bigger. At least when it comes to ponies, holstaur, buffalo and yaks. Ever since we’ve come here however, the past two generations of my kind have shown a drastic downturn in our stature and body frames. Earth ponies have gotten shorter, pegasi’s wings have gotten smaller, unicorns having shorter horns…” Mellow self-consciously rubbed his fluted spiral horn on his head.

“Maybe there’s some sort of micronutrients you’re not getting here in Tamriel that your bodies have evolved for back in your homeland?” I suggested, but before the conversation could continue, Neethsi returned with two room keys.

“I’m afraid there are only two rooms left. I will room with Mellow so you can have a room to yourself.” Neethsi said as he handed me one of the keys like a gentleman.

“Y’know, would it kill you to be a bit less of a gentleman?” I huffed in annoyance. I’m getting a bit frustrated now. I’m all...wound up, especially after that very brief fight back there. I’m almost irritated at how quickly the fight was over. Do I have some sort of new battle-junkie thing going on to encourage me to engage in combat?

“No, but it might kill you.” Neethsi replied with a warning glare and I felt some odd urge inside me surge, to grab him by the neck and drag him to my room for a good, rough-. “Calm down. You’re putting out enough pheromones for three excited women.”

“Grr.” I spun around and stormed upstairs to find my room. If I can’t get satisfaction the fun way, I’ll do it myself!

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“Gah, why was I so horny?” I growled to myself after getting familiar with my new plumbing. At least not much changed down there. Anyway, I know Neethsi is a sexy beast and I’ve been interested for some reason besides the obvious, but I’m surprised at how aroused I was.

The last time I remember being so damn needy was when I...ah. Um, argonians don’t have heat cycles like foxes or normal periods like humans do, do they? Is it my time of the month and argonian women get frisky along with being standoffish? Well, all I know for certain is that tail-yiffing is a good way to work off the frustration. I couldn’t do that before as a fox.

Ah, either way, I’m calmed down, I’m relaxed, Time to sleep.

I idly considered now would be the perfect moment for that escaped prisoner to somehow appear in my room and threaten my life, but then my life would be so horribly cliche that I might just ask them to kill me on principle. Or maybe Mellow or Neethsi will ask if I’m okay or another typically accepted trope. Nope. I’m going to sleep, nobody is going to attack me and nobody is going to bother me.

…

Murphy must be having a day off or he is triggered he’s decided he’s not going to do it.

“Ehehehe.” An owl head chuckled when it appeared above me before it turned into a snake and curled up to me. Oh boy, draconequus are a thing here too. Maybe if I scratch it’s chin it’ll go away. “Don’t worry, I’m, hm, good, oh, chin scratchies. I just have an interest in you. I was not expecting my war with tentacle boy to show me a remnant.”

“What do you mean by Remnant?” I tiredly asked, still basking in the afterglow of a good self-pleasure session and not exactly on edge like I tend to be.

“I know who you were before. Knowledge is my game miss. When I came here a certain boy caught my eye for how much magical knowledge he was getting, but Tenti was also after him. While I’m ‘weaker’ here Tenti can’t compete with my accumulated library, so it's raw power against strategy right now. Meta stuff, you know?”

“You still didn’t answer the term Remnant.” I huffed as the bird-noodle boy curled around me while I pet him.

“Oh, what I meant about that is that you are a Failed Displaced. Not a bad thing. Shit happens, no way around it, but you had the strangest ‘death’. One of you fell into another Displaced world, one was saved by my sister and I, then there is you.” He purred, his head between my boobs and hips between my legs.

“Which Displaced? You saved me?” I asked, but he shook his head while nuzzling my cleavage and-oh~! M-my boobs! My boobs are so warm~! I panted and watched them grow a cup-size before settling. Unf. That is way more pleasurable to experience when awake than to be missed when asleep. I figured it was a gradual thing, not something that kicked off at a specific time.

“Hm, the Hist are strongly tied to you. It seems at Midnight there’s a spike in the connection and your body channels their raw essence for a second before settling back down. Interesting.” The feathery chaos noodle mused while wrapping his tiny arms around my E-cups.

“Mrr~ don’t do that~...” I protested, my breasts tingly and sensitive right now. “Just answer me.”

“I did. You just misunderstood. You’re the remnant of Maid Marian that survived the collapse of your universe and absorbed all other fragments aside from the one who made it to Victor and the one I helped re-Displace.” The tiny entity of Chaos clarified, which told me he might know-.

“Unf!” I whined at feeling a hot, throbbing object resting on my slit as the noodle’s eyes twinkled. “None of that. Can you tell me what happened to my babies then? Where they ended up?” I questioned hopefully and he pushed at my slit as he titled his head despite my denial. Though, this deceptively young-seeming creature was clearly much older than he portrayed and I am aroused from my breasts expanding...

“I think a villain of your world may be involved. I can’t track or see them. Your little ones from Palu are alive.” He purred and I gasped when a shockingly huge phallus penetrated my folds. “Mm~, I won’t continue unless you want me to~.” H-how cruel. Tease me with it and then say you won’t keep going? Well, then again that’d be rape if he did.

“I’d r-rather not, even if I am very aroused.” Holy crap he’s huge. I can see an outline of his dick on my lower abs. Unf, if only I wasn’t trying to avoid getting pregnant or had anything resembling a condom available.

“Hm, well let me bless you at least. A lover of my family is worthy of my gifts.” He said before my abs shined a faint purple and swelled, causing me to yelp in pleasure and shock. He moaned when the liquid heat within me vanished and my sudden belly flattened as a pearl appeared on my belly button, a necklace on my neck and finally piercings in my nose and nipples. I whined at the warmth in my womb fading as quickly as it came before he turned into a doll and flopped onto me lifelessly, nothing more than a very detailed plush noodle.

“Oof...it’s past midnight, I already worked myself over, I’m even more exhausted and I have, at best, six-ish hours to rest. Swell.” I grumbled and decided to just get to sleep.

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[Morndas, 12th of Sun’s Height, 4E: 221]

When I awoke the next morning, I wondered if I’d gotten drunk and imagined my nocturnal visitor. The plush noodle copy of him and my various piercings proved it was quite real. What do these do besides be sexy? I mean, why the nose ring? I won’t deny the gold matches my lips and nips and the purple pearl in my navel was quite pretty and felt oddly...good to have in my belly button.

Wait, why do argonians have belly buttons when we’re egg hatched? I just thought that was a lazy move by Bethesda. I know for a fact that argonians lay eggs. *knock, knock* “Are you up yet Meen-Rei?” Mellow called through the door and I stopped checking myself over for any other gifts the draconequus might have surprised me with.

“Yes, I’ll be out in a bit.” I quickly pulled on my tunic and trousers, then opened the door to see the short unicorn bright-eyed and ready to face the day. Heh, didn’t think of the little guy as a morning person, but then again he used to run a small clinic out of his home. “Morning Mellow.”

“Where did those come from?” Mellow asked me and I blinked. Those? As in plural? Do I have my brows pierced too or something? “When did you decide to wear a nose ring and horn ornaments?”

“Huh?” I reached up and ran my fingers along my horns, finding I had some sort of metal caps on them that ran from halfway on the horns to the tip. Knowing my color scheme, they’re likely golden too. “I’ll explain at breakfast.” I sighed and led the mellow yellow unicorn downstairs where we found Neethsi talking to the argonian man at the counter in Jel.

It was a bit of a culture shock to me. Soulrest was diverse, filled with all races to be found on Tamriel, but Blackrose was almost entirely argonian. Mellow was the only pony in the room, there were at best only three non-argonians eating in the tavern, the lithe and modestly-chested khajiit among them. Wait, Neethsi is approaching her? Best get involved.

When I approached, they were speaking in a tongue that was a throaty and purring variant of some middle-eastern language. Is that Ta’agra, the native language of the Khajiit? I know Neethsi has had centuries of time to learn things, but why learn a language that only natives of Elsweyr would know? Did he travel there too?

“Ah, this one must be the one called Meen-Rei.” The petite khajiit woman said when she looked at me upon my approach. “You did not mention she was so beautiful.” The orange and cream feline purred and I felt pleased at the compliment, though I’m not sure how else to feel. I’ve never really considered others of the same sex attractive besides Palutena and she was an absolute force of personality and power. She also had a giant-.

“Did your bosom just shrink?” Mellow asked in surprise.

“Hm?” I asked looking at my bust to see it was now smaller, maybe a C-cup, but my shock somehow made them balloon to DD. “Gah! What?”

“She is indeed intriguing. This one is assuming she couldn’t do that before?” The tiger-like woman asked Neethsi, who nodded. “Then consider this one interested. This one is called Moabi. She is a...friend of Neethsi’s. That said, Moabi is annoyed that Neethsi did not bother her last night, even if she was smoking Seduv Gada.”

“We both know you’re too frisky when high on Sun Spice.” Neethsi snorted and his tail whipped the floor in what I might assume is annoyance mixed with amusement.

“When is Moabi not frisky~?” Moabi purred up at the naga, who huffed and gestured for her to get on with something. “Fine, fine. Ruin Moabi’s fun. Moabi is a friend of rather seedy types. Moabi can ask around, find out what there is to know, then tell brave adventurers their goal, yes?” The cat-woman purred with a playful expression.

“Wait, what are we doing?” Mellow questioned uneasily and Moabi chuckled.

“Always keeping others in the dark as usual. Moabi assures that Neethsi will keep you all safe. Now, leave Moabi, being khajiit is attention-grabbing enough.” Moabi shooed us away and Neethsi brought us to a table that already had...something served on it. It looked like ham, but I wasn’t going to bet on it.

“ Sun Spice?” I asked first as we sat down and I used the provided carving knife to cut off a slice of the steaming hot meat.

“It’s a recreational narcotic herb I’m fairly fond of myself. It gives you a calm yet eager high without taking too much of your attention span away. It also can’t be overdosed on and is less habit-forming than tobacco, so it’s considered legal in most places, including the Empire and Dominion.” Neethsi informed us and I couldn’t withhold a snort that made my magically-pierced nosering jump against my upper lip and tickle.

Neethsi smokes what amounts to a spicy-flavored weak marijuana? “Okay, so why are my boobs doing this and reacting to my emotions now?” I questioned him while pointing at my new adornments. “I was visited by a draconequus-.”

“What?!” Mellow squeaked loudly and Neethsi snapped a hand over his mouth, which was kinda comical, seeing Neethsi’s massive hand wrapped around the small unicorn’s snout helped put in perspective yet again how huge the naga is.

“Continue.” Neethsi casually said after a brief wave of his free hand and a faint flash of magicka.

“I was visited by a chaos noodle who didn’t give me his name, but informed me of a few things about what happened to me. He then ‘blessed’ me with these piercings and adornments. Now my boobs are changing size with my emotions.” I huffily continued and pouted or, I think I pouted, down at my bust, which was back to my current actual E-cup size.

“Hm. I am unfortunately ignorant of much of Equestrian magic, despite my attempts to learn. Mellow?” Neethsi released the pony’s face and he snorted in annoyance before grabbing a slice of meat too. Oh, right. Herbivores are opportunistic omnivores. They may eat vegetation for the majority of their diet, but if they have the chance of free meat, they take it. I’ve seen enough videos of cows eating baby chicks and deer trying to eat squirrels.

“Draconequus are a blight. They’re scions of Chaos and bring it everywhere they go. It was one god-like draconequus named Discord who cast Equestria into centuries of suffering before Celestia and Luna were able to turn him to stone for his crimes.” Mellow muttered and I rolled my eyes. Oh! I can roll my eyes! Progress.

“I could’ve told him that. What he didn’t mention is that while they are powerful, they are whimsical and tend to only do what fancies them, regardless of benefit or lack of it.” My nighttime visitor fit that bill perfectly. He ‘blessed’ me simply because he knew me, not because he’d benefit from it. At least, besides getting off on watching me squirm or something.

“So they’re basically fairies.” Neethsi nodded and I...couldn’t disagree. Huh. Draconequus are basically like fairies from Celtic folklore, only more powerful and material. “I’ll be mindful of them, I’ve had dealings with fairies in the past.” Neethsi took a huge bite out of his meat with his needle-like teeth and I did the same with my broader chompers. Mm~. Tasty.

“So when are we leaving?” Mellow asked and Neethsi slurped up some blood that tried to drip down his chin.

“I don’t know yet. We’re stuck here until either the escaped Thalmor prisoner is recaptured or killed or a couple of weeks pass and they have to assume he’s made it into the swamp. In that case, without preparation he’ll die anyway, but they’d rather not risk it.” Neethsi informed us and I huffed in annoyance while Mellow muttered obscenities. That pony sure has a deep pool of anger to pull from.

“Maybe we should just hunt him down ourselves.” Mellow huffed after his quiet tirade to himself.

“That’s the plan.” Neethsi replied and Mellow’s yellow fur tone paled. “I’m not one for being cooped up. I’m going to work my old adventuring magic and help hunt him down. You two can stay here if you want, maybe figure out what her nighttime visitor left for her.”

“I’m for that. I’m not a combatant. I’m not a proper mage, but I’m still a unicorn. I can at least try to help figure out what your new trinkets do.” Mellow offered me and I nodded in agreement. I can’t focus properly if my tits keep jumping around in different sizes. It’s quite distracting and they’d throw off my sense of balance.

“Alright, let’s finish breakfast then go upstairs to try and work out what he gave me.” I leaned forward to take a bite, only for my breasts to unexpectedly smish into the table and I hissed in surprise. “If I can last that long without an incident.” I huffed down at my boobs in disapproval for being so difficult to manage. At this rate, having permanent basketballs hanging off of my chest would be easier to live with. At least I’d be able to work around them.

“You’ll be fine. Just be careful.” Neethsi insisted and I nodded along with Mellow in agreement.

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