Ch.60

[Morndas, 14th Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

“So what now?” Thia asked in uncertainty as she wrung her hands together nervously in a tic she’d long ago suppressed because Yuria said it made her look weak. She wasn’t listening to Yuria anymore, so maybe Freda wouldn’t mind?

“What do you mean? You’re here, I’m here, we have someone who cares about us. What more do we need?” Freda asked her sister as she prepared breakfast, a protein-heavy affair for the two thicc huskies.

“Isn’t there something couples do in the morning?” Thia asked curiously, because, well, in Londor you didn’t have something as frivolous as love to pursue. Freda was the ‘black’ sheep of the family, preferring to study the lands and nations beyond Londor. This was ultimately what caused Freda to decide that while the Dark was the true next stage of the world, that the way they were going about it was wrong.

“Well, there’s morning sex, but you’re too vulnerable right now. I’m going to have strong words with Meen-Rei and Shade when they get back. Taking advantage of you like that…” Freda grumbled darkly and the arctic chill that constantly emitted from her sister intensified a bit.

“But I liked it a lot…” Thia whined and Freda sighed.

“Thia. You were unstable, scared and desperate. The fact that you dove into your first sexual encounter, even if they didn’t penetrate you, is very unhealthy. They’re lucky they’re immune to disease too. You were a walking litany of death by microscopic organisms.” Freda lectured her sister as she set out a plate piled high with sausage, eggs, bacon and toasted bread.

“Sorry.” Thia mewled and poked at the pile of protein curiously. Like many things, food wasn’t done in Londor. Undead don’t feel hunger or pain after a point, so why bother? Why was her sister giving her this? “I met things, gods, so I ran to you. I wonder how long it will take Yuria to realize I didn’t kill the Dragonborn and left the anchor in Skyrim unguarded.”

“That doesn’t matter. She is nobody here. Yuria can’t hurt you anymore.” Freda gently insisted as she set her own plate down. Then Thia leaned away in shock when Freda assaulted the pile of food on her plate as if she was dying and the food was her Estus. Not a single bit of food escaped her ravenous maw and soon she was licking her plate clean. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating?” Freda questioned worriedly.

“W-what was that? Freda, why are you eating?” Thia questioned in absolute confusion.

“Because I’m hungry?” Freda blinked at the question that was clearly odd to her.

“...S-sister...are you no longer Undead?” Thia asked with a mixture of dread and hope.

“Of course I am! See?” Freda pulled her left cheek to reveal the Darksign branded on the inside. “It’s just, ever since I was resurrected in this world, I’ve been more alive than ever. I’m sure I won’t die permanently if I’m killed, but I feel like, well, like I’m not Undead.”

“Oh. So, is eating that much so quickly normal?” Thia asked as she poked at her food again.

“Well, no, not really. Are you gonna eat that?” Freda questioned and Thia uneasily pushed the plate to her sister before she winced when the scene from before repeated itself. Curiouser and curiouser.

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Returning home was a somber affair. Neethsi had to stay in High Rock, Rarity had her boutique to open up, Shade had magic to learn and teach while I had martial arts to learn and teach. Teraerae was at the training field, fully clothed thank goodness, where she joined in on the lessons to become a ‘mighty warrior’.

I also quickly introduced her to Reenios, who was very interested and the skaven was clearly willing to give the average-height brown argonian man a try. Thankfully they didn’t do anything on the field and the lessons ended at noon due to the mandated limit from our training causing such a weakness in the city’s patrols on Nocturnal’s day.

So now Shade and I had the rest of today to either keep training or do something else.

After slowing down for the weekend, I came to the conclusion that constantly using the Oghma Infinium was...dangerous. Of course it was, it’s a Daedric Artifact, but at least it was much less cruel in its effects. It is turning Shade and I into supreme teachers of whatever we choose to learn from it. That said, it is also compelling us to teach people, meaning after all of this is done, Shade and I might be stuck as teachers or trainers as a profession. Not a bad thing to be fair.

“So, sis. How about we not train constantly?” I asked Shade and she seemed to struggle with herself for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah. Good idea. What should we do then?” Shade questioned and I struggled to think of-oh!

“I need to speak to Thia. She’ll know more about what happened to my unborn babies.” I rubbed my washboard abdomen forlornly. Huh. When did I become an eight-pack? “Sis, am I super buff?” I asked curiously, since I haven’t seen myself in a mirror in a while.

“Sis, I could grate cheese on your abs, you could crush heads between your thighs, you can crack nuts with your ass and I think your tail is even thiccer.” Shade huffed in clear envy, but why would she be envious? She isn’t as jacked as I have turned out, but Shade still had a nice six-pack and muscles all over, but clearly was still softer than I have become.

“Well, I guess I had to trade in my ‘mom bod’ eventually.” I muttered unhappily as I ran my hands over my barely-clothed form. I’d taken to wearing just bandeaus or tube tops and tight leggings or hosiery as they call them locally. I’m not ignorant of all the lustful looks I get, but sex and other raunchy things are far from my mind when I’m training.

Also, have my boobs managed to go down to B-cups? I still feel gigantic, but it seems losing fat has reduced my minimum bust size. “Ah!’ I yelped when I received a powerful open-hand slap on my left ass cheek and I looked back at Shade in annoyance as she shook her hand.

“That was like slapping a rock. Sis, you’re so fucking hot.” Shade purred and I booped her on the snoot with my tail, unintentionally putting some of my pre-cum on her snout when I dragged the tip of my tail over her face. “Oh~, sis. You smell so virile…” Shade shuddered and I looked at my tail curiously. Has gaining muscles and losing my mom bod made me more masculine?

“Sorry about that. Now, let’s go talk to Thia before we get side-tracked and find out if we’re genetically related or not.” Which we shouldn’t be, stupid Displacer.

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“I think I’ve made a mistake…” Brennie mumbled as she watched Twilight play Borderlands 2. The moment she entered the Haven Box, she’d sat on Brennie’s lap and used her as a chair after stealing the controller.

“Hm?” Twilight hummed without looking away from the game as she wiggled her ass against Brennie’s thighs. “You don’t really have a leg to stand on there, I’m only here on my break. You’ve been playing games constantly since yesterday.” Twilight reasoned and grabbed another handful of cool ranch chips.

“Well, I don’t mind being a chair, but I’d have more fun if we did something a few of my wives and I do for these situations. However, you’re still not comfortable with…” Brennie broached and Twilight paused the game as she too froze up. “Sorry I brought it up, just keep playing.”

“N-no...I think that’s what is missing actually.” Twilight looked back at Brennie with a flush on her cheeks. “I keep wiggling against you, feeling like something should be there. I think I’m instinctively trying to entice you because you’re my mate and I was born a mare. I’m on your lap...” Twilight bit her lip and bounced lightly against Brennie’s thighs and it was her turn to flush.

“Oh. Do you really want to do that?” Brennie asked, wanting to know if Twilight was sure about doing this.

“Yes.” Twilight muttered and stood up as she magically vanished her robe and nervously waited. Brennie licked her lips and willed her clit to transform into her penis as her other male organs formed inside of her. “C-condom please?” Twilight mewled as her cunt engorged and dripped her natural lubricant. Brennie promptly complied and slid a prepared one she got from her under cleavage on her foot long shaft.

“Take it slow. You are a virgin after all.” Brennie gently said and Twilight grunted in arousal before she reached back and aimed her condom-covered cock for her cunt and slowly moved back. Twilight moaned and whimpered as she descended and they both felt something give way inside of her, causing Twilight to squeal and freeze as blood leaked around Brennie’s dick.

“Ow, ow, ow~!” Twilight whined with tears in her eyes and sniffled, but let gravity help ease Brennie into her. “Ah. Oh Dibella. Ah. It f-feels so good now that the pain is over…” Twilight panted and finished descending the soda-can thick human penis to sit on Brennie’s lap and she spasmed, keening in her first genuine penetration orgasm via vagina. “Oh gawds why didn’t I try this before~?”

“Because you were strictly gay, Twi.” Brennie softly reminded her alicorn mate and rubbed her shoulders with her arms hooked under Twilight’s wings. “Sorry I turned you bi.”

“D-don’t apologize for showing me that both sides of the fence are amazing.” Twilight panted and gyrated atop her. “Oh~. Ah. Mm~...okay. Now let’s t-try to multitask.” Twilight licked her lips and kept moving slightly where she sat on Brennie’s dick after unpausing the game and trying to play while getting fucked gently. She failed so adorably that Brennie couldn’t help but laugh before she busted her nuts and made Twilight scream in pleasure.

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Vartine hummed as he emerged from the Wayshrine at Raven Rock. He was here to meet with Neethsi and he had his new wife Melwen clinging to him by the hip.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Vartine heard from the sky before a black and red dragon that was humanoid as well as human sized crashed into the street. After she climbed out of the shallow crater she’d made with her body against the packed dirt street, he could see that she looked like a much smoother Alduin turned beastfolk. “Ugh, what happened, where is that Khajiit pest?” The woman groaned with a voice that was like liquid sex.

“Boner, go down, this might be our mortal enemy. Don’t mutiny on me!” Vartine quietly growled down at his traitorous penis as he got sexually aroused by this visage of pure dragon female, which was not possible. Dragons were all male, so this impossibly sexy female was impossible!

“You! Dovahkiin! I will rip you to pieces and...why am I speaking this guttural language? Why am I smaller than you?!” The woman demanded as she looked herself over in disbelief and groped her massive tits, equally as big as his new wife’s bosom with shock. “Why do I have mammaries?! Dragons do not have children to rear! My voice! What have you done to me?!”

“Melwen, go on ahead to the government building.” Vartine patted his skaven wife’s ass and she nodded before heading for the quite large building across the square from the Wayshrine. “I’ve done nothing to you, unless you’re who I think you are, then I slew you, which means you should be gone.” Vartine darkly declared.

“I am eternal! Father sent me back in time at the moment you struck the final blow! There I tried eating Lorkhan, but a damned khajiit stopped me!” Alduin growled before shivering as her legs widened. “What is this? My groin, it’s so hot! Stop this! Cease what you are doing!”

“I’m not doing anything.” Vartine snarled at the impudent and pathetic woman who once was Alduin, but clearly Akatosh had sent the dragon god of destruction through a multiple-phase rebirth to weaken her. His Dragon Soul was roaring with desire, not just because of what she was, but because her soul was familiar, as if they had been incredibly close before.

“Why do you smell, unf, so good?” Alduin groaned, moving on what Vartine knew were instincts to present her sex to him. “Why can’t I stop?! Father, what did you do to me?!”

“Okay, that’s enough of that.” A guard stated and several of them rapidly descended upon the overwhelmed dragon woman, locking up her limbs, including the base of her wings, in shackles and muzzling her before carrying her off. “If you feel like dealing with this degenerate, she’ll be in jail.” One of the bonemold armored guards huffed and followed the several others holding the nude and struggling dragoness away as if it were just another day.

“I’ll come collect her later.” Vartine groaned, suppressing his need to dominate everyone here and rut Alduin full of eggs. Why did he feel his father was changing dragons now for some weird reason? “I need to talk to Neethsi first, about our original plans and the fact a destruction god just dropped from the sky by my father’s hand.”

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Neethsi was fairly irritated. This rat-woman, a member of a new species known as Skaven, barged into her office with the claim that her husband, High King Bloodraven, would be along soon. The woman, Melwen, exuded a sexual aura like Meen-Rei, but far more oppressive. It was especially obvious when she immediately offered to eat Neethsi out to alleviate the sexual frustration that she’d been feeling.

“Pardon, but I’m not available.” Neethsi leered at the strumpet and waved her new ring about, feeling rather good about having a potent deterrent for most people approaching her with sexual intent that doubled as a physical reminder she had loved ones to vent her ever-lustful urges on.

“My husband was already married when I jumped him.” Melwen said with a winning smile.

“My future wives are more than enough for me.” Neethsi growled and thankfully, Vartine Bloodraven entered. Unfortunately, he also reeked of come-hither pheromones, which didn’t help Neethsi’s powerful sex drive trying to insist she give in and feel pleasure. Also, oddly, she felt a deeper compulsion, her soul wanted to pounce on him too, but that made no sense. Her soul was once Nerevar Indoril, a Chimer, not a dragon-oh no.

“We have an issue and I think ‘Father’ is to blame.” Vartine growled and sat down as he stopped Melwen from touching him. “Dear, my dragon has awoken, I'm afraid I might harm your children by rutting if you try pleasing me right now.”

“Oh, then fuck the Goddess. She needs it.” Melwen insisted and Neethsi snarled at her.

“I need to enjoy my rest in peace. What is it? Why are you here interfering with my day?” Neethsi demanded angrily. She only had a half hour before another lecture. She’d rather be fighting an army of daedra than be stuck in this confining institution! She’s even written a bloody book on the subject of airship construction! She couldn’t get free soon enough!

“I need a Master of Alteration for the Falmer and their slave bugs.” Vartine said flat-out, the mention of the Chaurus making him shiver.

“To provide cosmetic and practical restoration, right? Well, I’m afraid I don’t have the time or will to do it. You can find such capable mages at the College of Winterhold, I don’t know why you came all the way here to-stop that!” Neethsi snarled at him and Vartine blinked.

“Stop what?” Vartine questioned in bewilderment as Neethsi rapidly got worked-up.

“That! Your soul! I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you so badly it’s criminal!” Neethsi panted as her body went into overdrive, practically trickling eggs into her womb to be fertilized as her quim soaked her robes and her tail tip dripped pre-cum all over the floor as it wiggled.

“Oh, that’s the other thing. Alduin is back and is female.” Vartine growled, his aura overwhelming Neethsi and she keened pathetically as she tore open her robe to start masturbating her slimy slit. “My gosh, what is wrong?”

“Eggs! Eggs~! Must make! Breed!” Neethsi suddenly erupted out of her clothes, transforming into a sleek serpentine anthro creature who was just as curvaceous, if not sexier with her being nearly twice Vartine’s size and her sceathered wings stretched to fill her half of the room as her slitted eyes hungrily leered at him from her elongated neck’s elevated height.

“What are you?!” Varine yelped before Neethsi’s long serpentine tail wrapped around him.

“Mate!” Neethsi snarled and then the room was wrecked by a breed-hungry goddess seeking her pleasure.

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“I feel oddly betrayed yet extremely aroused out of nowhere.” Rarity said without prompting and Sweetie blinked at her sister’s non-sequitur. “I think one of my betrotheds are getting naughty without me and it’s extremely sexy.” Rarity cooed with a wiggle of her brows and Sweetie rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. The Belle Family Awareness.” Sweetie snorted and went back to enjoying her salad.

“So, who is it?” Scootaloo asked as she ate. She’d moved in since she was pregnant now and didn’t have the means to support herself as she went through her pregnancy and after she had her and Sweetie’s foals. She was a courier and even winged couriers didn’t make much.

“I’m not sure, it might be Neethsi. I don’t think she’d do so without extreme temptation. Despite being a constantly-horny goddess, she has more restraint than Meen-Rei or Shade.” Rarity then blushed hotly and her dick made the table thump. “Nevermind, it’s her. She just got pregnant. Wow. She was desperate. What happened?” Rarity mewled sadly, not because it happened, but because Neethsi was so desperate and her future wives weren’t there.

“So long as she wasn’t raped and the responsible party takes responsibility, we won’t have to invoke the Belle Feud on them.” Sweetie casually stated and Rarity sighed, wishing her family weren’t so kinky and odd. The Belles have always been known, like the Pies, to possess rather unusual innate mystical abilities, though for them it stemmed entirely within the family rather than aimed outside at everything like the Pies.

“Rarity! We need to head to Skyrim!” Meen-Rei yelled when she rushed into the house and upstairs-by Dibella~! What has Rei been doing?! She looks like the epitome of fitness! How did she accomplish this in one morning?!

“Holy fuck! Unf!” Scootaloo grunted and groped her breasts with a blush.

“What? Why are-Rarity?! Mm! Mm~!” Rei protested when Rarity pounced upon the muscular and powerful argonian, but she was like a statue, carved into perfection. She didn’t move as Rarity threw herself at her future wife! Kissing, fondling, desperate to worship her body!

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