Ch.63

[Turdas, 17th Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

Thankfully our magicka exhaustion, because that’s what our bout of weakness was, passed by the time we woke up the next day. Unlike most, Shade and I only really need to use our magicka pathways when absorbing spells from outside sources. Apparently it’s actually an issue all born with or chose the Atronach Sign have to deal with since Atronachs traditionally only take in magicka from direct external sources.

That said, today was going to be spent on doing something of vital importance. Shade needs to permanently change her stars to The Atronach from The Lover. She’s been getting by this whole time by using the temporary stones in Lilmoth! “At least we remembered we could fly this time!” Shade sheepishly shouted from behind me as we flew north from Riften.

In all honesty, we were moving at the same speed as a steady jog, but without terrain in the way it was still much faster than most modes of transport. We’d make it to the stone then back to Solitude through the Wayshrine by midday. “At least since the Empire has no power here, levitation isn’t restricted by an idiotic law.” Stupid Imperials, making levitation illegal.

“Hey, I think that’s where you got that dwarven sphere guardian that you used to make our first muskets!” Shade shouted and I looked down at the road to find the familiar location. Gosh, that feels like forever ago. Wait.

“How do you know that?! You were in the Haven bag!” I shouted back at her over the whipping wind that picked up as the drop-off down into Eastmarch’s sulfur fields drew near.

“Neethsi’s bag has a one-way window!” Shade replied. Huh. I didn’t notice it, then again, I only stayed in that bag a few times and was mostly focused on paying attention to Neethsi. Hey, wait! I see a caravan! I swooped down and Shade followed. We landed on the side of the road and waved at the forward cart.

“Hey! Is this the caravan with Dar-Ja?!” I called when I assumed they were in hearing distance.

“Yes! He is further back in the caravan!” Someone shouted back and I jogged eagerly towards the caravan as Shade drew up next to me.

“Hey, isn’t Dar-Ja the guy you slept with because you needed to vent sexual tension from Neethsi being a stuck-up enigma at first?” Shade questioned and I nodded. “Oh. So, is this a friendly visit or a friendly visit?” I leered at her and she snickered. “Sis, he’s cute, I get it.”

“We were just consenting adults wanting some fun. I can see Dar-Ja as a great friend, but don’t think my intentions are lewd...if they go that way I simply won’t protest.” I huffed and Shade hiss-snickered before I noticed the familiar shock-yellow feathers of the dark scaled guy. “Hey! Dar-Ja!”

“Hm? Ah! Meen-Rei?” Dar-Ja questioned in surprise as he approached. “Gosh, what happened to you? You look like some legendary warrior rather than that pretty mother I met before.” Then he looked at Shade. “Rather like her, is she family too? The scale pattern is quite unique.”

“Hi, I’m Shade.” Shade fluttered her eyes and I glared at her for flirting with the guy.

“Wait, little Shade? Her daughter?” Dar-Ja asked in bafflement as he looked between us.

“Sister now. Daedric bullshit. How are you doing?” I asked and he scratched his scalp.

“Um, well. Not to be rude girls, but I have to keep with the caravan. If you’re willing to walk and talk, that's fine.” Dar-Ja pointed out and I felt disappointed, but knew he was right.

“Actually, we need to head the other way. We’ll be back in Riften before the day is out though.” Shade insisted with her tail wagging and clearly insinuating naughty things.

“O-oh...well, we’ll be there for a few days, so...see you soon?” Dar-Ja asked and we nodded. “Okay. See you back in Riften.” Dar-Ja then jogged to catch up with the caravan and I leered at Shade.

“What? He’s cute.” Shade giggled and I rolled my eyes.

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“Hey~!” Brennie looked up at Felsa to see the pretty elf had decided to not wear her armor all the time, now in a more casual tunic and pants. She still didn’t sense the womer at all until she announced herself, so her stealth is clearly all skill and her own magic. “So, your brother is basically turning the Council into a three-ring circus and they’re all dancing to his tune.”

“Hah! I knew they would, he didn’t give them much choice or leeway. I’m betting they almost shat themselves at the sight of him alone.” Brennie giggled as Felsa grinned widely, knowing that there was more.

“Oh yes, they even had soldiers attack him under the assumption that he was an armored daedroth or something. Watching him put them all in their place without raising a finger and then using his voice and his brains to turn them around was the most satisfying thing I’ve seen in a while that wasn’t you and Twilight doing the nasty.” Felsa then tossed a scroll on the desk. “My Writ is forfeit. Normally, this is where you and I never see each other again.”

“But now that you’re free from the clutches of the Council, you get to do whatever you want until someone else hires you. Right?” Brennie asked, but the elf shook her head.

“Actually, about that; I’ve been fired.” Felsa declared with a chipper expression.

“Oh, so you’re really free?” Brennie’s question was met by an amused yet bitter laugh.

“Well, no. Now I’ve gotta survive a year of other assassins trying to kill me. You don’t just leave the Morag Tong without putting some effort into it, y’know? Whether by choice or expulsion, the rules are clear: I will either survive the year or die. They can’t interfere with my life in any other way though, so I’ve just gotta keep aware of my surroundings at all times.” Felsa shrugged uncaringly.

“Wow. I’m guessing I can’t interfere with that, huh?” Brennie was saddened by how this elf will have to-.

“Oh, no, you can interfere all you like. I’m basically the target with the writ out for my head and the assassins have to try to get to me without dying or being detained by authorities. How they die is entirely unimportant. Sure, the ones coming for me will be the cream of the crop, but they still have to adhere to the rules. No killing anyone who isn’t on your Writ, et cetera. I’m sure you’d be fine if I hide in the safest, possible place?” Felsa asked with the same casual cheer.

“Oh, sure! You can stay with me and-h-hey!” Brennie blushed when Felsa promptly crawled under the desk. “W-what are-hey! Th-those were-oh~!” Brennie moaned after Felsa ripped off the crotch of her pants and then shoved her head into her cunt. “Ah! Ah~! H-how did you know~?!” Brennie wailed, entirely unprepared for an unbirthing, but her magically enhanced body and powerful muscles rapidly made short work of pulling Felsa into her.

That sneaky sexy assassin. According to the rules of the Morag Tong, that means being inside of Brennie was the safest place. Unless they figured out where she was and could manage to incapacitate and unbirth themselves into her, there was no way for them to get to Felsa now. Brennie sighed and rubbed her flat stomach and then realized. A year. Hoo boy...

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“Tsrrashi. Tsrrashi, can you understand me?” A muffled voice reached Tsrrashi’s sense of hearing and helped bring her from the blissful state of not-here that her think-pan had gone to. “I have experience with this thanks to my wives...well, Berserker’s wives, but I need you to respond.”

Tsrrashi tried to speak to love-mate, but speak-eat hole would not noise-make. Tsrrashi was confused, her think-pan was all mush-mush, her body was all squish-squish. It was hard to think through all the churn-gurgle noise. Then Tsrrashi felt it! Her love-mate’s hand! She knew his touch. She reached out to it with her not-hand and it became her hand. Tsrrashi realized something was bad-bad.

“Tsrrashi, listen. You are currently an amorphous blob of goo full of babies, milk and amniotic fluid.” Tsrrashi suddenly wanted to cum at this fact! “Calm down! Calm down. I know that likely gets your clit tingling-.” All the tingles! “But you need to focus. I’m going to pull, imagine that I’m pulling you out of a pit of mud.”

Tsrrashi can do that! Tsrrashi remembers when her litter-mate push-shoved her into a creek and sweet-mother helped her up. The pulling came and Tsrrashi let him pull her out of the mud. How deep was she? She blinked and looked at Bravia holding her hand and helping her stay upright. “Bravia, what is happening? Tsrrashi’s mind is all mush-goo.” She looked at her hands and realized they were shiny, slick and not entirely solid, but fear and panic were far from her mind.

“That's because you are goo. Don’t worry, Wiatr is a slime, so you’re perfectly imitating her aside from the colors.” Bravia informed her and Tsrrashi became elated! She wrapped her arms around her mate and began smooching him as he sputtered and tried to fight her amorous assault off, unsuccessfully. Heh~. Super-strong Bravia can’t contain gooey Tsrrashi~.

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“So, as you can see on page 73…” Neethsi tiredly recited, not because she’d given the lesson before, oh no, but because she wrote page 73 last night. She was working so hard, so long, so fast to maintain a syllabus for her students. The sooner they all understood how to make dwarven automata not slaughter them and instead learn how to disassemble and build them, the sooner the flying ships would be rolling out. “The thaumic resonance of a-.”

Neethsi hissed and clutched at her abdomen, feeling a powerful twinge she’d never experienced before! It was like her womb was suddenly trying to stab her spine. “Lady Nerevarine, are you okay?!” Several people chorused as they got out of their seats, but Neethsi snarled at them and pointed.

“Sit down! Do some self-study! I don’t need to hold your hands!” Neethsi hissed and retreated into the small office at the back of the lecture hall, where she immediately leaned against the door and clutched her stomach as she panted for breath and groaned, allowing the Navel Pearl to turn off and she gawked at her round and swollen belly. “W-what? How? This isn’t possible! Surely not without extenuating circumstances like with Rarity!”

Neethsi rubbed her growing womb and she groaned as she slid down to her ass with her belly filling her lap. She felt so exhausted, like all of her vital essence was flowing out of her and into her uterus. She both heard and felt the loud fleshy smack of her belly button popping into an outie and winced when the purple Navel Pearl launched out across the room like a bullet.

Oops. She’d fully turned it off instead of simply stopping its restrictions on her body’s dimensions. She moaned and rubbed her swelling sides, fearful as her fecundity grew. She’d never been pregnant before, but she knew this wasn’t natural! Horror both ancient and unfamiliar flooded her. Was she going to die? Would she be forced to leave her loved ones behind after she’d finally found the people she wished to be married to?

“No! I won’t let this be!” Neethsi snarled and transformed, letting her odd new beast form take place. Unlike the pure serpentine form she had in the ocean, this one, the one she’d practically raped Vartine Bloodraven in, was like her normal body yet nearly twice as large, more sinuous and with a longer tail and elongated neck.

The pain turned to pleasure and Neethsi hissed wordlessly as she groped her breasts and fingered her drooling cunt, at least until her swelling belly made that too hard to do, so she wrapped the caudal fins around the tip of her tail and began yiffing desperately. Someone knocked on her door, but she just roared at it and locked it with a spell as she continued to pleasure herself as her womb filled with untold eggs.

Afterward, when she’d laid those eggs, she’d be cursing Akatosh to live in Molag’s anus.

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“I’ve done it!” Nurtal cheered as she stared at a daedra that could live through her experiments with little downsides. “I had to anchor him to Mundus by linking his Animus to something, but he has all of the benefits of the herbs of Cyrodiil and Black Marsh! Now my dear daedra, how do you feel?”

“Release me mortal! Kill me and spare me this anguish!” The distorted gurgle-voice of the daedra demanded from the lips of the seemingly slightly mutated male skaven.

“I think you may have gone a bit far here, Nurtal dear.” Calvius commented worriedly.

“Bah, he will just have to get used to having mortal flesh-She Comes!” Nurtal shrieked with clear insanity and convulsions for a moment before she settled back down. “He’ll get used to it.”

“What was that?!” Calvius demanded fearfully for his mate.

“The mortal channeled a greater entity for a brief moment, one unlike my kin, neither daedra or aedra.” The transformed demon helpfully informed him. “Now kill me! Free me of this prison of flesh!”

“You’d just respawn here anyway, in that body. I’ve locked your Animus here, free from the tides of Oblivion.” Nurtal continued without any indication she even realized her outburst. “Now, describe how you feel.”

“Like I am eternally trapped in the greatest torment that Lord Molag could devise, I would sooner cease to exist.” The demon’s continued wish to die was starting to get a bit grating...

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“So, remind me why you attacked me?” Pillar's question made the Council squirm uncomfortably. “Come now, no need to be so nervous. I’m sure it was an honest mistake, while I understand your reasoning behind it, tell me; what part of me screams daedra to you, besides my height?” He referred to himself, which clearly shows nothing related to a daedra of any kind.

“Your power. Your presence is like being before Azura or Boethiah, but you could not have been the former and if you were the latter, assaulting you to vainly attempt to save ourselves was the logical course of action.” One of the older mer answered and Pillar hummed.

“Can’t Boethiah erase people from existence by blinking?” If so, that makes the vain attempt on his life rather pointless and suicidal either way.

“No. That was merely a dramatization in the book Boethiah’s Proving. In Boethiah’s own plane? Possibly. On Mundus? Even with the Towers in pieces, no.” Another declared with certainty. “Boethiah is cruel and harsh, yes, but not to the point of wastefulness. Those fools simply did not know her and her wrath was beyond their comprehension.”

“And why are you comparing me to Azura? I’m not that egocentric.” It was a rather odd drawn conclusion. “In fact, why compare me to Goddesses? I’m male.”

“As if we could have known that upon first seeing you. All we saw was a towering armored entity with the presence of a Daedric Prince or Living God and acted in accordance with our historical manner of dealing with extremely dangerous unknown factors.”

“Both. In your world, I’m considered a hybrid of both Daedra and Aedra. Back home, we are simply known as Nephilim; a race made of Angel and Demon essence.” Pillar explained to them and they murmured amongst each other with intrigue. “You’re not very surprised.”

“Pardon, but it’s often speculated that despite the enmity between Aedra and Daedra, that there are a few who are not enemies. It is speculated widely that Dibella and Sanguine are bedfellows for instance.” One of the Councilors mentioned. “Now, let us get back to business translating your people’s parliamentary government into a way to streamline our own democratic system.”

Ah, yes, the process of modernizing these old fossils was a lot of work indeed, but it was fun to make them look and feel like fools. Especially when it comes to rules, which they will soon learn how different their two societies work.

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Seeing how Riften received the caravan normally was a treat. We’d beat the caravan back to Riften by an hour or so after permanently changing Shade’s stars to the Atronach. So we got to watch the carts pull into the city, over a bridge next to the Bee and Barb and circle around the market square as the sun neared the horizon.

Shade and I were waiting at the door to the tavern and watched the tide of people of varied species, but mostly khajiit, disperse into the city or start setting up their stalls so the carriages had room for their bedrolls. Many came to the tavern, but it was Dar-Ja I had my eyes on. The moment he saw us waiting for him he hurried closer and we joined him inside.

“How did you make it back before us?” Dar-Ja asked in amazement as we neared the bar. “Hello mother.” Dar-Ja greeted Keerava and she gladly leaned over the counter to nuzzle her son.

“My son, it is wonderful to see you well. I don’t see a ring on your finger however.” Keerava pointed out in disappointment and Dar-Ja sighed as he deflated a bit.

“The woman I had my eyes on decided she wanted someone less overtaken by wanderlust. I fear I may need to leave Skyrim if I wish to find someone, mother. Most of the locals here don’t give me any attention and the ones that do are bored of the ‘novelty’ I presented.” Dar-Ja told his mother sadly and I patted his shoulder while his mother hissed furiously.

“Those whores don’t know what they’re missing! If you feel like you cannot find someone for you here son, I won’t keep you. Your father and I are considering selling the Bee and Barb and moving back to Morrowind. We’re getting old, son. Skyrim is too cold and the people are colder.”

“I think I’ll go with you then. My contract with the caravan is up and this was my last stop.” Dar-Ja looked at us and the rings on our fingers. “I see you two have found your mates. I hope I have the same luck.”

“Well, if you have a bit of wanderlust and want to find someone for you, why not go further south than Morrowind? We’re from Lilmoth. It’s a lovely city full of so many kinds of people.” Shade suggested and I felt my wing-girl senses tingling again!

“You know, I have a couple of friends down there who aren’t seeing anybody last I knew. I might be able to introduce you if you don’t mind ponies.” Dar-Ja is sweet, I think he’d fit in.

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