Ch.70

[Middas, 23rd Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

“I’ll be frank with you, girls. I haven’t had such an overwhelming orgy in a long time, even considering who I’m married to.” Brennie informed us at breakfast. Not only had Brennie somehow been moved to her Haven Box during the crazy party in her womb, but said box had also been moved to Rarity’s room from the University.

Then there was the fact that yesterday was spent recovering from said party. “That was the wildest thing I’ve experienced, period.” I replied and got nods of agreement from the rest of the table, save for Sweetie and Scootaloo, who were rather bitter about missing out on the party.

“I’m glad I didn’t get pulled in. That stuff is still gross to me.” Daniel huffed and I felt both ashamed and proud, of myself and him respectfully. I’d totally abandoned him in the training field, but he’d calmly informed the nearest responsible adult that I was unavailable and he just needed an escort to Rarity’s, where apparently he charmed Sweetie and Scootaloo.

“Sorry for grossing you out little bro-I mean, uh…” Brennie bit her bottom lip at having to slip up on mistaking my son for her little brother, according to what Hunter told me at the party.

“Your slip-up is fine, Auntie Brennie. Remember that fama works in mysterious ways, for all any of us know, a little piece of your Daniel is within me or it is merely a cruel coincidence in the multiverse. Do not dwell on it. If you feel bad about it, let me ride on your shoulders or something.” Daniel maturely assured the infinitely older person, only to ruin it with childishness. I love my adorable son so much~!

“So long as it’s on my left shoulder, that’s my Angelic side. I don’t want to accidentally corrupt you with my Demonic powers. You’ve been through enough Hell as it is and I’m not adding more to that. You deserve better when this is all over, but thank you.” Brennie said and I patted her on the shoulder for being considerate for my son’s wellbeing. “You know, I think I might be seeing him somewhere in the near future. Don’t ask me how, I just got a feeling.” She didn’t sound sad by the concept that her brother might end up becoming a Displaced.

“Well darlings, I’m glad that we’re all fresh and ready to face the day, but it’s only Middas and we’ve gone through my whole larder. Do you have anything to do with that, Scootaloo?” Rarity asked teasingly and Scootaloo flushed while Sweetie patted her thigh.

“Hey, leave her alone, sis. She’s eating for who knows how many babies in there.” Sweetie patted Scootaloo’s already visibly paunchy stomach and the pegasus kissed her lover.

*Knock, knock, knock!* Came from the front door and Shade got up since she was the closest. She descended the stairs and we finished up eating before she rushed up with a pegasus guard. “They found another one!” Shade declared and I jumped to my feet so fast the chair fell back onto the floor.

“Are you serious?! Are they sure it isn’t just a normal Dark Anchor?” I demanded and the gray wall-eyed pegasus-whoa those eyes are rolling-shook her head.

“It’s in the right place for it. The Clockwork City.” Neethsi hissed furiously and broke the table when her hands crushed it under her fingers. Thankfully she waved her hands and restored it, because there was no way Rarity would be okay with us ruining her furniture.

“That fetcher! That BDSM obsessed gimp dares to further defile Sotha Sil’s Magnum Opus! Everyone, get dressed, we have another child to rescue and an invasion to ruin!” Neethsi stood and stormed out of the dining room, a woman on a mission.

“I better call some of my people to be on standby, in case that bastard tries to pull a fast one on us.” Brennie stated before she stood and suited up in her armor, but she might be right on having backup at the ready.

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“So, we’re just supposed to thank these vermin for replacing the Falmer and other lurkers of the depths and uncovering ancient secrets?” Pillar let out a slow sigh as the traditionalists once more reared their racist and closed-minded voices where the moderate and accepting folks didn’t want to hear.

“You know I could just kill you and end this worthless discussion, right?” Pillar said so casually it quickly silenced anyone attempting to voice the same pointless opinion. “Besides, do you honestly believe you would’ve done any better than the Skaven? Would you be able to avoid the temptation of wanting to know what secrets may lie in wait? Would you be able to unlock the many treasures the Dwemer had created long ago?”

“We have since the dwemer vanished. It was simply not our way to use their methods and their philosophies contrasted starkly with ours. It’s why we even had a war despite Nerevar’s noble success at creating peace between us.” A Councilor stated and ran his hand along his goatee. “That said, these are unusual times with advancements in magic and engineering rapidly occurring. Perhaps it is time we embrace the teachings of our long-dead rival mer and adapt them to our own means.”

“Besides, it’s not like we haven’t already been doing that.” The Telvanni Mouth who acted in Neloth’s stead declared with annoyance. “Now shut up about these man-skeevers. While they and our armies work to retake Sotha Sil’s legendary hidden city, we still have other important things to do, like keep our hot-headed youths and blustering blowhards from abandoning their posts to support the counter siege.” Harsh, but accurate.

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“I believe we may have bitten off more than we can chew.” Calvius nervously said as he directed more automata to stem the tide of daedra pouring forth from Seht’s Vault. He wasn’t even the one to discover the astounding marvel of engineering. No, that misfortune befell the dozens of dead Skaven slaughtered by Molag Bal’s minions upon breaching the vault in their explorations.

“Ah~ hahaha~!” His lover Nurtal cackled like the manic she was as she tipped her barrels down on the daedra from the top of the stairwell they’d retreated to. “Yes! Burn! Turn! Become my meat puppets until you die! Hahahaha~! Oh, thank you, Oeblocus!” Nurtal cheered when he provided her a steaming cup of tea that she deployed a straw from her mask’s left vent to sip while summoning another barrel of her toxin.

“The only thing that makes my existence bearable is to satisfy your whims, mistress. Also, seeing Molag’s kin suffering a worse fate than I is almost enjoyable enough to make my agony pitiful by comparison.” Oeblocus stated before he overturned another barrel of the mind and body corrupting toxins, causing more of the enemy to become infected and turn on one another.

“This isn’t going to affect any of the other forces coming to reinforce us?” Calvius asked.

“Of course not. I made this blend to only affect Daedric flesh. The other blends are still in the lab!” Nurtal said with a sexy little dance. Calvius loved her, but she was so scary sometimes.

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“So this is going straight down? To Seht’s Vault?” I asked as I, as well as over a dozen other people, Shade and Neethsi included, rode the rapidly descending elevator down into the dwemer ruins deep, deep below Mournhold, which unlike in canon, wasn’t annihilated during the argonian invasion on top of the raging ash storms from Red Mountain.

“Hopefully.” Oh yeah, Brennie’s silent psychic brother, Hunter, was joining us as well. Man, no wonder we couldn’t sense him back when we rescued Daniel, he's just that good at his job. This time he brought some of his warriors along, his personal guard called Spirit Wanderers.

“Worry not, this is the actual way down. It was one of Mournhold’s best-hidden secrets, but with the Clockwork City under siege, there’s no point to hiding it anymore.” The local guard captain, who I didn’t hear the name of through the ruckus, informed us grimly moments before the high-speed elevator slowed down from near-fall speed and then came to a gentle stop at the bottom. I could hear the fighting from here.

“Good thing Runner isn’t here, she’s scared of elevators.” Wow, really? “Yes. She was trapped in one and it started freefalling fast until the brakes kicked in. She was seven when it happened.” Oh, it was a traumatizing experience. That sucks, especially in a society that is super-futuristic and likely so full of elevators that they’re unavoidable.

“Well, what are we expecting?” Shade asked while she readied her musket. We may have mastered various martial arts and magic, but our muskets were still a valuable force multiplier, especially in long hallways or from higher ground.

“Likely the same as before, only this time you two need to be especially careful.” Neethsi informed us. This time she wore her full suit of ebony bonemold again. She came for war, not to play around. “The air reeks with a corruptive agent that harms daedric flesh. Remember that you two are not mortal.”

“That’s for you to figure out. I’ve got to play dumbwaiter for everyone who comes after you. Good luck.” The Mournhold guard captain huffed before he pulled the lever and rode it back up once we had entered the ruin proper.

“We’ll scout ahead and see what we’re up against.” Hunter stated before he and his guards vanished from sight. “We’ll keep you updated on what we find.”

“The rest of us are securing this entry point and sending skirmishers on ahead until they get back!” Revyn Sarethi, no relation to Revyn Sadri of Windhelm, was the local head of the military forces and thus in command of us. “You two, since we’ve got word of the man-skeevers using poisons specific to daedra, I’ve got orders from on high to ensure you do not come in contact with any of it or it’s my ears pinned to a wall.”

“Great, we work our tits off and we’re stuck waiting.” Shade grumbled and I nodded at her substituting our boobs for butts, because we still got our butts, they’re just firmer. At least when not suppressed our busts are any size we want above A-cup.

“That doesn’t apply to me. I’ll move ahead to the largest source of the fighting and work to clear the way down.” Neethsi stated before drawing her bonemold and stalhrim morning star mace, which I’d learned recently was named Moon and Star. Although not tied to her divinity like the Trident of Tides, it was her signature weapon from her early days as the Nerevarine. I’d like to know more later, it sounds like an interesting tale.

“So, what do we do?” I demanded huffily as we were brought to a forward base in a large chamber and directed at a smithing anvil. “Oh, come on…”

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“Mistress, I believe this was the last of the toxins you brought with us on the train.” Oeblocus informed his cruelly kind mistress. Being her familiar wasn’t as horrible as he constantly said it was. He’d had worse. Being forced into a new body was new, it was also quite interesting compared to the various forms he’d taken over time. He had sexual organs for instance.

“Drat, we’ll have to retreat to the reinforcement line. We can’t hold out without more of my genius to throw at them!” Mistress Nurtal declared with a cackle that made his unusual body tingle in ways that both confused and excited him. No wonder her mate was so enamored despite her eccentricities. Not to mention her bosom and behind were so succulently large.

“I’d agree with you dear, if the reinforcement wasn’t here already.” Calvius declared and they turned to find a fully black-armored towering entity that scared Oeblocus. He recognized her. She was the one who slaughtered him on multiple occasions before! On Vvardenfell, in Cyrodiil, Skyrim. Was she here to smite him again? To cast his Animus back into Oblivion?

“So, you’re the ones who’ve been holding them back. Good work, but now your toxin is in the way. I’ll be getting rid of that.” The woman passed, her fully-armored black tail swishing with the predatory movements of her hips. Or was that a sign she was seeking a mate? Oeblocus had no clue, he wasn’t mortal after all.

“How will you be doing that?” Mistress Nurtal huffed indignantly, only for the powerful woman to wave a hand and the residue on the stairs simply ceased to be! “...Fair enough. We’ll be retreating, my mate will need time and help to get more automata working. Come, Oeblocus!”

At his mistress calling his name, the Nerevarine looked at him and she hummed before continuing on. Oeblocus could not heed his Mistress’s call fast enough.

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“So, we’re the size of ants now? If my family didn’t engage in even odder dimensional fuckery, I’d be impressed.” Brennie huffed as she quickly began mustering the arrivals into the Clockwork City, which had sent an emissary once they’d been invaded. That, along with the breach in the vault by the Skaven, was what led to the governor of Mournhold knowing about the invasion.

“Ma’am, standing next to you makes anyone feel like an ant.” Miun-La remarked with a snort and the other Commanders nodded in agreement. “While we’re still intimidated by your people, we’re glad to have them as backup.”

“I’m interested in seeing how they conduct war, since they have both swords and advanced guns.” Birnil commented with a shrug.

“I must admit that I am curious, too. Why would an advanced civilization such as yours still be using primitive weaponry?” Golnis questioned his General.

“Because we still love to get up close and personal with our enemies. The same can be said for the foe as well. That’s why we would prefer to have both guns and swords or any sort of melee weapon at the ready. While they may wear out over time, you’ll find yourself out of ammo real quick or your gun jams.

“Even when your blade dulls or cracks, you have your fists and feet to beat the living shit out of them or kick their shit right back in their asses.” Brennie retorted and got everyone that heard it laughing at the last line. They were not expecting that being said by her, even when they know she tends to swear most of the time.

“Now can we fight?” Brennie turned her attention to Meen-Rei and Shade, who had fled the previous forward base for the front lines the moment Neethsi had cleared the way forward of the anti-daedra toxins. “Sis and I have already restored Calvius’s automata army before we moved on.” Said automata may have just been spiders and spheres, but they were a force multiplier.

“Depends. Where are the enemies?” Brennie asked before Hunter butted in the conversation.

“You got a horde of uglies coming your way! There’s something new and dangerous leading them as well, watch out for that thing. It’s tall, dark, has scary-looking armor with glowing runes sketched into it. Looks like an enemy battlemage.” He reported to them as they felt the ground shake. “We’ll try to cut them off or bottleneck them.”

“Nope! Dibs!” The twin argonians declared before glaring at each other. “I called dibs! Stop mirroring me! Fine, halfsies!” Then they were off like rockets before Brennie could say anything and she sighed wistfully. She missed out, damn those chaos noodles! How could she have known Marian and Shade would’ve turned into smoking hot spitfires when Marian was so mild-mannered and easily manipulated before her Re-Displacement as Meen-Rei?

“God-fucking-dammit.” Brennie shook her head as she and the others heard the fighting raging on beyond their line. “Hm, what could’ve been our relationship before all of this?” She muttered, but pushed the thought to the side. No time to mope about the missed opportunity.

“Are you going to be alright?” Miun-La asked her with concern reflecting in his eyes. Argonian eyes are incredibly expressive if you know what to look for.

“Let’s hope so. Prepare to advance once they’ve cleared things up ahead, the enemy’s not going to take this lightly. We can’t let them get that close again.” Brennie ordered as the troops got ready to push forward. “I’m having Defenders and Gunners moving in with you, just in case.”

At the mention of the two factions, who were suited up in their Terminator armors, they moved in to form up. They were easily distinguishable from one another; from their armor to their weapons. Defenders armor were more ornate and decorated, like art, each one unique, wielding giant warhammers that crackled with energy. Gunner armors were more robust and utilitarian with many patches found on them with an ammo pack on their back while dual-wielding Chainguns or other heavy weapons.

Once they’d brought those two groups down, the push through Seht’s Vault was pitifully easy, now they just had to make sure the momentum they built up didn’t fade in the face of the teeming hordes of Molag’s cronies. “It's almost like old times.” Hunter commented through their link and Brennie had to nod. This brought back a lot of memories from the bad-old days.

As for the locals of this world; seeing the Night Sentinels fight for the first time was a mixture of horrifying and awe inspiring. Most realized that the weapons the Gunners used were far more advanced weapons than the already celebrated Shay-Rei Rifles, while others salivated over the astounding craftsmanship of the hammers and armors of the Defenders.

Brennie’s Aspects were singing at her similarly to how commanding her loaned troops against the daedra near Lilmoth did the same. This time, however, the sheer inspiration and fervor with which she could feel the locals aiming towards the Sentinels and her by extension was much more invigorating, almost a heady, dare she say, arousing sensation.

She knew what it meant to lead her forces in battle, to fight in the midst of the enemy, to relish in the blood of her enemies and the immense satisfaction of securing the safety and prosperity of her people. This, unlike then, was new. They weren’t her people, they weren’t her followers or soldiers. Still, it felt good. “We’ve secured the immediate hills surrounding us and we’re clearing the rest of the open space outside the walls of-General?” Golnis asked, having noticed.

“Good work! Maintain this pace, soon enough we’ll be helping the Clockwork Soldiers retake their battlements.” Fucking damn it. She hosted the biggest damn Womb-Party of the past few centuries not two days ago and she’s already horny? This place was fucking with her! “Hunter, news on Rei and Shay?” She spoke aloud for the benefit of her subordinates.

“The news is they’re a pair of hot death on legs. Is it too late to somehow pull them into the harem?” Hunter replied and she clenched her groin to fight against the arousal. Damn it dude! Not cool! “They dealt with the enemy battlemages, plural, then shot, cut and smashed their way through the enemy to reach the damn gate! They’re more ballsy than Runner!”

“Fffuck~...” Brennie hissed, thankful she silenced her armor as she creamed her panties. Guh~! This place is messing with her! It’s turning her into a total horny pervert! It’s the middle of serious combat and she got off to thinking of those two being badasses! “All of them o-or just a line?”

“Just a line. They’re more a surgical strike like Runner or I than a demolishing tidal wave like you or Collateral. Still, they-oh my god. They just ignored all politeness and flew straight up the wall to kill the daedra in the gatehouse-.” Hunter was interrupted by said gatehouse across the bridge exploding in fire and frost. “Holy shit! They just combined fire and ice to make a detonation!”

“N-nice~...” Brennie muttered as she fought off the surging pleasure. No! She’s getting off on this! She never got off on this before! It was never something that brought her pleasure and now it’s tainted! She doesn’t want violence to be one of her kinks! Then she realized, that wasn’t it. It was the simple fact that it was them! “Damn you Eris! Damn you to Hell~!”

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