Ch.64

[Fredas, 18th Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

Rarity woke up and patted the empty bed next to her forlornly. She missed them so much, it’s only been a couple of days, but already sleeping without at least one of her betrothed has been difficult and the wake-up has been unpleasantly lonely.

Rarity got out of bed and practically dragged her hooves to her vanity to prepare for-. “Rarity!” Meen-Rei burst into the room and Rarity squealed as she fumbled with her blush applicator. “Is it alright if a friend of mine uses the guest room? He’ll pay rent!”

“A-ah, s-sure darling, but-mm~!” Rarity eagerly relished the kiss that Rei gifted her, but it ended far too soon. “What is-and she’s gone.” Rarity huffed indignantly. Her body was all tingly and primed to go now, but her fiance left her wet and waiting. Lovely. Rarity summoned her robe and made herself decent before looking out in the hall to see a quite cute argonian guy. “Hello, are you really Meen-Rei’s friend or is she just taking advantage of my Generosity?”

Not that Rarity would mind, in fact she was entirely okay with that. She’s lent her spare room to people down on their luck before, so it wouldn’t be an issue. “I am Dar-Ja, son of Keerava and Talen-Jei of Riften. I was looking to seek greener pastures than Skyrim romantically and Rei said that she had some friends she wanted to introduce me to. Would you know of a Pinkamena Diane Pie or Applejack?” Rarity suddenly perked so hard her ears might’ve detached.

“Oo~ yes I do~.” Rarity’s wing-mare senses were tingling! Ever since Tales and Tallows those two have finally let their hair down enough to consider relationships! “However, they’re both big, buff, strong earth pony mares, Diane is a baker and Applejack is an orchard farmer.”

“Oh. Part of what I’m looking for is someone who wouldn’t mind my wanderlust. I found work with a caravan for years you see and I love life on the road. Would they have problems with that if I did the same here in Black Marsh?” Dar-Ja questioned and Rarity felt a bit disappointed, that means Applejack was out, but poor Pinkie has been suffocating in that bakery…

“Well, perhaps Diane is the better option there. I’ll get ready for the day, but I have to run my shop. Please tour the city today, I’ll properly introduce you to Diane tomorrow and see if you two hit it off.” Rarity gestured to the spare room. “You can take that room Dar-Ja, for now my home is yours, just please respect our privacy and we’ll respect yours. If you hear-.”

“Ahn~! Harder Sweets! Harder~!” Scootaloo wailed from the bedroom across the hall and Rarity blushed in embarrassment while Dar-Ja’s tail hiked up in surprise and his plumage flared. Goodness, that was adorable!

“A-ah. I see people here are less strict on propriety. I don’t mind. I’ll put my things away and go about the town. It is lovely to meet you, Rarity.” Dar-Ja bowed slightly and went into his borrowed room, giving Rarity a look at his rear. She could see why Meen-Rei had a sexual encounter with him, the young man was scrumptious. Hopefully Diane will like him.

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“So you saw her rush out of the Wayshrine, fly through town towards Rarity’s with someone in her grasp, then flew back and through the Wayshrine to Solitude according to Rarity’s info.” Brennie summarized while subconsciously rubbing her abs through her shirt behind the desk. Felsa was sleeping, but the fact she was in there alone made every contact feel more intimate.

“Yes ma’am.” The guard confirmed his report was accurate and Brennie nodded.

“Very good, go back to your scheduled tasks.” Brennie dismissed the guardsman, once he was gone she let out a sigh of relief and Krimzon appeared on her right. “Did he make it through?” She asked in a whisper.

“Yes. It seems Meen-Rei and Shade have not noticed Lord Hunter. He will watch over them from afar, so as to not rouse suspicion.” Krimzon confirmed with a nod.

“Any news from Pillar?” Brennie questioned as she leaned back in her seat.

“They are talking about official governmental housing for us, as he put it.” Krimzon answered with a shrug and Brennie rolled her eyes. “All I know is that they’re in for a big surprise.”

“Of course they would be, we’re aliens with advanced technology, they’d think we’re descendants of the Dwemer. Either way, we’ll leave it to Ed to smooth it over with them.” Brennie huffed as she rubbed her flat stomach. “How are things looking back home?”

“Slowly crumbling into civil unrest. We’re doing all we can to prepare for the collapse. It is disheartening to see several millennia of our work tearing itself down.” Krimzon shook his head. “I may be a hermit, but even I know the feeling of failure and loss.”

“It’s such bullshit, but it would seem those fucking Reapers had a point.” How ironic for the machines to label organics as Chaotic by nature, where they see themselves as Order, only to end up falling into the same self-destructive cycle when they obtain the illogical freedom of self-awareness that sapient creatures have. “Still, it all must fall in order for us to arise once more. Whether we like it or not.”

“Like the Phoenix.” Krimzon drew up and Brennie nodded in agreement.

“Yes, very much like the Phoenix. We should add it to the flag, with our Slayer Mark crest upon its chest, wings spread out and lit ablaze. A Light of Defiance against the encroaching Darkness that surrounds us all, wanting to consume us whole. Yet, every time it makes a move against us, we’ll all throw our fists in its face, after flippin’ it right the fuck off.” Brennie snorted as she saw Krimzon had written it all down.

“I’ll have your commission sent.” The Spirit Wanderer said before disappearing, leaving Brennie alone with her thoughts. Thoughts of the dark future they will face back home.

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“Goodness…” Elisif uttered as she ran her hands over the large infant-sized eggs. There were over 20 in all and she inwardly cringed in maternal sympathy for Neethsi going through the effort to bear and birth this many children. Especially in one sitting. “You’re okay?”

“Yes. As Vartine is certain to have informed you, I am a unique Lycanthrope. When I transformed I was able to safely bear the burden. In fact it became...intoxicatingly pleasurable.” Neethsi informed the High Queen as she gingerly rubbed one of the eggs. They weren’t from love, but she couldn’t help the maternal attachment she felt to the unhatched massive clutch.

“So they’ll all hatch?” Serana questioned Allison, who was absolutely enthralled with Neethsi’s eggs. She’d been holding one against her stomach and the underside of her bosom the moment she understood what they were and was looking both lost and awestruck by this.

“I don’t know...we were all male before. We were the sons of Akatosh, no daughters. Now? I have no clue.” Allison idly replied as she continued to cradle the egg and dazedly look at the rest. “Can...can I do this? Can I...create life?” Allison questioned nobody, truly the former deity of destruction must be conflicted.

“Well, I can assure you that we’ll care for you children as our own, Neethsi. As sons and daughters of High King Bloodraven, it is our duty to see to their care.” Elisif assured Neethsi and couldn’t stop running a hand over the smooth shell of the egg nearest her with earnest affection and curiosity. Unlike many Nords, Elisif had no qualms with other races.

“I...you...can I visit?” Neethsi asked with her heart suddenly feeling like it was about to break.

“Of course you can. I don’t begrudge anyone the right to visit their child so long as they have not abused or harmed the child in any way.” Elisif assured the new mother kindly. “So long as you do not do anything unforgivable, you are always welcome in our home.”

“Thank you. Now I-yip!” Neethsi yelped when her 2-foot shorter mate Meen-Rei burst into the room and lifted her over her head to rush into the hall!

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I found Neethsi~! Oh thank gosh! “Neethsi~! We just had the greatest idea!” I declared as I carried her above me like she was a throwable in a Legend of Zelda game, I even somehow had her by the ass cheeks and she was curled up to be just small enough not to hit the high ceiling. “Woo~! Zelda!”

“What is going on?! Put me down!” Neethsi demanded in shock and confusion as I brought her through the halls and down the stairs to the barracks where the soldiers had continued their intense training even with Shade and I gone. So many sweaty muscled bodies wrestling and fighting! So yummy! All the yum! “I told you to-yip!” I tossed her towards Shade and Neethsi instinctively used her wings to glide where she was caught bridal-style by Shade.

“Nice fall Neeth! Now, we need your help for our idea to work!” Shade gushed and Neethsi struggled out of her arms to stand as I approached and she held up her hands.

“Hold on! What is going on?! Why did you abduct me and bring me here to this...wow those are nicely built boys…” Neethsi commented distractedly and I patted Neethsi’s ass in full understanding. All those glistening, flexing muscles and manly shouts of exertion. Mm~. “A-anyway, what is it?” I shoved the Oghma Infinium in her face with the pages open.

“Read that!” I insisted and Neethsi hesitantly took the book into her hands.

“This...this is brilliant! Anchoring a Soul like how a summoner can anchor a Daedra’s Animus to something...this even fills in the gaps of my knowledge of how to fully transfer a Black Soul into animunculi and fully retain cognizance! This still locks the person in question to eternal damnation in the Soul Cairn however. It’s partly why I’ve only used animal souls for enchanting.” Neethsi grumbled and turned the page. “Oo~ how to circumvent that issue, wait, Hermais?”

“*Sniffle*Yes?” Hermais asked after she appeared at the utterance of her name.

“Are you okay?” I asked in instant sympathy. Hermais looked destroyed. Her eyes were so puffy and red, the areas around them bruised from repeatedly rubbing them. Her beak was wet and she looked on the verge of going right back to crying since that was clearly what she’d been doing.

“I, it's many things.” Hermais sniffled again and snapped her fingers, restoring her body and the smart secretarial office suit she was wearing to perfect condition, but she was still teary-eyed. “W-what can I help you with?”

“I was going to ask if you could annihilate the Ideal Masters and instead just turn the Soul Cairn into a stopover to Atherius for trapped souls.” Neethsi said and Hermai rubbed her beak.

“I’d love to, hold on.” Hermais rubbed her temples as her beak clicked. “I’ve got all the permissions from Arkay, he hates them. Extra support from Meridia, she hates them. I might as well erase Mannimarco and his damn Necromancer Moon too. This is going to be so satisfying.” Hermais vanished and we could only assume she was going to do her utmost best to end those two horrid factions.

“Okay, with that I have no moral quandaries of turning volunteers into Soulless Ones like The Vestige who ended the first Planemeld.” Neethsi stared at us and then her hackles rose. “Not a chance in Oblivion! I refuse! I will not turn my beloveds into empty shells! All historical documentation from The Vestige reports that existing without the soul in the body is agonizing and the brief taste of death when slain is almost a relief. I will take volunteers, but not you two!”

“Then how can we go into Coldharbour with any assurance we’ll return.” I demanded and Neethsi hissed with her hands clutching the book so hard that if it wasn’t a Daedric Artefact, it would’ve certainly started tearing. “Molag’s realm has so many means to entrap souls and imprison us, that there’s no guarantee we’ll ever come back when we go in to retrieve my child, the Key Pinion of the North. Besides, we’re not mortal. Do we even have souls?”

Neethsi seemed to choke and then looked at us in horror before she flipped through pages and gulped. “You...you do, but also don’t according to this. You have a mixture between a Soul and a much more fluid Animus. Meaning if you die, your soul could linger or go to Oblivion or Aetherius. If I anchor you, it wouldn’t be the same as making you Soulless.”

“Then do it. It’ll help ensure we can’t fail and be finished.” Shade insisted and Neethsi shook her head, sending her silver plumage mane fluttering against her wings.

“You two, you fill me with as much dread as you do joy and other wonderful things.” Neethsi looked at the barracks to find many of the men and women looking at us. “What? Go back to training! I need to do something extremely risky with the very essence of my future wives.” Neethsi levitated Shade and I and stormed off to do unspeakable things to us. Not in the fun way either.

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Court was not being held today. On the eve of battle, it was customary to train or spend time with loved ones when possible. So it was that Vartine Bloodraven chose to do the latter and happened upon the incredible sight of one of the many spare rooms of the Blue Palace to be filled with giant smooth eggs with Allison gently running her hands over one. “Well, this is a surprise. Are all these yours?” At his question, Allison bolted up and waved her hands.

“W-what?! No! None of them are!” Allison claimed in fluster, but her wings and tail twitched.

“Then why do you hover over them so?” Vartine chuckled as a huge smile grew on his face.

“Sorry if dragons weren’t naturally born before! I am...in awe. This is unprecedented. We are not a limited number spawned by my father anymore. We can have our own children…” Allison went back to running a hand on an egg. “These are from you and that sea goddess.” Now it was his turn to feel flustered. How is this possible? Neethsi bore this many children in days from one copulation? Goodness, if Dibella and Mara didn’t share the concept of Fertility, she’d qualify.

“Well...I’ll care for them as my own, as I should. I’ve always had an extremely fatherly disposition, which was why I adopted so many children after I became High King. If they didn’t have a place in an orphanage at the time, I took them into my home and later let them choose to go to the new orphanage if they wished. None of them did of course.” Vartine ran a hand over one of the eggs, one of his unborn children. He felt the same pride as when he rubbed Elisif’s pregnant womb, so he knew it would be as simple as sharing his home and heart.

“That is...quite incredible of you.” Allison commented and he looked up only to back away when he realized she was within a foot of him. “We dragons have no experience with children. I don’t know if I’m a suitable person with all I’ve done and how I’ve lived, but…” Allison approached and nervously took his hands in her own with her wings and tail twitching. “Would you...help me learn?” Allison questioned meekly before she glared at him. “I-I’m only asking because you’ve proven yourself to me, in combat and in this new, wonderful way. Not that I think you’re equal…”

“...This feels oddly forced, are you alright? Has someone altered your mind, beyond the obvious?” Vartine warily questioned with concern. He may have fought Alduin to the death, but the past couple days have quickly revealed that while she had the same memories, Allison was not the same person.

“I don’t know! For all I know mother and father have genuinely reincarnated me with help from Arkay instead of altering my body. For all I know, Alduin is dead and I’m just...Allison…” Allison unhappily grumbled. “I don’t have the same bottomless hatred and hunger as before. I don’t have the same degree of pride. I have these feelings I’ve never experienced before.”

“Hm, well you were beaten by mortals before and I used Dragonrend on you. Maybe all these events left a lasting effect that your old self fought off.” Vartine suggested and Allison shook her head.

“That isn’t enough. Something has changed. I’ve changed. I don’t know if I like it, I’m...honestly afraid…” Allison confided and then chuckled darkly. “There, see? I’d have never admitted to anything like that before. Showing weakness to someone who, by all accounts, is my most hated enemy, yet my hate for you has been passing, almost unimportant because it’s in the past. There again. I used to hold grudges unending, but I just...forgive you…”

“I’m sorry Allison. Is there anything I can do to help you adjust?” Vartine asked and Allison nervously looked away before she moved her tail between his thighs and he flushed as she ran her long limb along his groin. “Ah...are you sure? I mean, you didn’t even used to really have a gender before. Male in identity or not, your body was sexless.”

“I...I need to accept my new reality. I have these urges, these feelings. I don’t know what to do or how to express things. All I know is I can trust you and whatever may come, I can accept it if it’s you. Especially since you smell so much better after you were with that sea goddess…” Allison meekly admitted, unable to look him in the eyes and Vartine gulped.

“Come with me. I’ll take you somewhere private.” Vartine led her out of the room with his and Neethsi’s eggs by the hand and gently pulled her down the hall.

“Thank you.” Allison softly muttered as she rubbed her stomach through her dress, one of Melwen’s actually. She grunted when her belly actually gurgled. “Ah. Hurry, I think my body is responding quite strongly to my intent.” Vartine obeyed and pulled her into one of the ‘quiet’ rooms that were muffled so no sound could enter or escape. By the time they entered, Allison was panting and her tail was wagging with her wings practically spasming.

“I’ll get presentable.” Vartine joked as he shucked off his kingly robes and his dragonbone longsword. “Now, bear with me. I haven’t done this yet.” Vartine shuddered and his naked body which already had Allison salivating, rippled like it was the surface of water and where Vartine Bloodraven the man once stood, was now an absolute stud of a hulking ten foot tall red scaled dragon like her! Vartine felt so powerful! Like he could shout Solitude to atoms with his Voice!

“Breed me~!” Allison begged and pounced on him, sending him stumbling back to crash onto the bed, which splintered under his immense weight as she instinctively grinded her groin to his shockingly bare groin, but it still did the job as she tore her dress off and snarled as she tried to get him hard so she could get fucked.

“Alright, alight!” Vartine chuckled when his phallus slowly rose from an almost unseen slit as Allison yelped from feeling it on her’s just briefly. She wanted to breed, but that felt so alien. “Are you sure?” Vartine teased as he rubbed his growing member along her slit as she wiggled and hopped in her straddle against the male who was easily twice her size.

“Y-yes! I’m still a bit afraid, but I’m not a coward! I want this in me!” Allison declared as she wrapped her hands round the pole of meat that rose up to her tits and she felt a twinge of fear. Could she take this? Would it destroy her? Another part of her wanted to find out.

“Then I’ll be gentle.” Vartine promised as he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her with ease up his throbbing red shaft until his spear-like glans was at her groin. “Here we go.” He gently lowered her and her sex parted surprisingly easily. Allison spasmed and screamed in bestial pleasure and even orgasmed as the tip of his penis penetrated her pussy.

He hadn’t even finished putting it in. This was going to be interesting…

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