Ch.72

[Turdas, 24th Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

I woke up in bed snuggling with my sister. We were both nude and devoid of injury, so I’d consider the pain I suffered to have been a good trade-off to be able to be here with her. After a moment, I realized we were in my Haven Bag, the one Neethsi gave me. I sat up and stretched, ignoring the phantom pain of my body being split from the chest up until it passed.

I climbed out of the bag with the magical assistance and blinked at seeing the inside of Neethsi’s Haven Bag. Huh. A pocket house inside a pocket house. Houseception? I climbed out of that bag to find myself in Brennie’s Haven Box. Okay! This is getting silly! I climbed out of Brennie’s Haven Box to thankfully find the spare bedroom of Rarity’s home.

Oh, right. Dar-Ja and Pinkie hit it off so well that she’s already letting him stay in her room at Sugarcube Corner. I tried the door, only to find it locked. Okay, I’m getting a bit pissed now! “Someone come open this door! Rarity! Don’t make me break it down!” I shouted at the wood door and backed away with my hands on my hips and my tail twitching in irritation.

Thankfully someone came before I had to damage Rarity’s home. It was Scootaloo and she looked horrible! “Hey, sorry for taking a bit. Morning sickness.” Scootaloo apologized with a wipe of her lips on her forearm. “The battle was just yesterday and everyone got paranoid over your safety, so they put you in a bag, in a bag, in a box, in a locked room.”

“That’s sweet and all, but overkill. I’d rather have woken up in bed with everyone else, not just Shade. Now, where’s my kid? I wanna meet them.” I asked the expecting mother and she rubbed her already swelling tummy with a warm smile.

“They’re downstairs, charming Rarity’s customers. Be glad they turned down Sweetie’s offer to babysit them as she played at the inn. Her music isn’t child-friendly.” Scootaloo fondly chuckled before cupping her mouth and running to the bathroom where retching occurred.

“Are you okay in there?!” I asked in concern, since I remember the morning sickness from when I was pregnant with Palu’s kits. It fucking sucked and I had four babies! Scootaloo has who knows how many buns baking in her oven.

“Eugh, yea. Mellow already prescribed me potions. I just need to stomach their taste first. They’re good, but for some reason they make me throw up quicker instead.” Scootaloo groaned from her place kneeling at the copper throne. “I’ll be fine, get dressed and go downstairs.”

“No, I can’t just leave you here. Come here. A hot soak always helped me calm down when I was having issues during my first pregnancy.” I helped the orange mare to her hooves and helped move her to the tub, where I turned on the hot water and climbed in with her to help the poor girl wash up. She got some of that last bout of sickness on her.

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“Good work, all of you. We’ve upset Molag Bal so much he’s probably still throwing a temper tantrum like a spoiled child.” Brennie congratulated all of her warriors, be they local or her own people. “Not only that, but you’ve managed to take pieces of his chains without him realizing it.”

“Are you absolutely certain it was wise to bring back such dangerous items?” Miun-La questioned. Ever since they’ve returned from the Clockwork City, he has stayed by her side to comfort her. It was odd to have the dutiful organizer doting on her with Twilight being too busy to get away from her backlog of work.

“It may not be the most sane idea to bring such dangerous things, but we’ve been stealing from our enemies countless times and it has helped us in the long run. Reverse engineering the enemy’s tools allows us to stay on top.” Brennie explained and Miun-La nodded in understanding. Gathering information on your enemy was key in knowing them.

“Well, either way, all of Tamriel is going to hear about how a pissed-off army of alien demigods rushed into Coldharbour and smote every daedra they could get their hands on. Even telling Molag Bal he could fornicate with himself.” Birnil chuckled as the other troops looked up at the Crusaders they stood next to, feeling grateful for their newfound allies.

“What happens when all Tamriel knows about it?” Brennie questioned her commanders.

“Who knows? We may garner a few choice allies to our cause or we make more enemies.” Golnis answered her with an uncaring shrug.

“Who would be stupid enough to try their luck out on us?” Birnil snarled in disgust at the notion of some idiot wanting to make the Pact an enemy.

“Those with hearts filled with pride, greed and envy.” Golnis snorted in derision.

“The Regent? Is he really that foolish?” Brennie could not imagine the Empire making such rash decisions. Demanding the same weaponry they have at their disposal, maybe, but threats of war against the Ebonheart Pact? Damn unlikely.

“If Motierre were still alive. He’s been dead for a good while now and the Empire is in shambles politically while the scattered legions desperately try to uphold the rule of law.” Miun-La stated as he fiddled with his knife. “If anything, now is a good time to swoop in and help the Empire become something new as King Bloodraven wanted to put it.”

“Good point. Wipe the slate clean of all that’s clogging it up from becoming more than what it has stagnated to.” Brennie stated with everyone agreeing with her.

“Instead of an Empire, they would become a central, neutral, binding nation between us all to act as an intermediary. Imagine how we do things, only on a grander scale. I don’t anticipate it working at first, but Morrowind’s House System didn’t appear overnight.” Golnis stated proudly.

“We won’t be the only ones who have our sights on the Empire. Many others would seek to claim it as their own if we don’t.” Birnil warned them before a runner entered the office and handed Brennie a scroll.

“Like fucking Molag Bal. Damn that piece of shit!”

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“Wow mom, you can’t even not be a mom for a minute and see me instead of mothering someone else?” Snarked the mischievous little angel-vixen who was Daniel’s sister. “I could feel your maternal feelings from down here.”

“No, I’m your mother and I will mother you.” I told her with a slight smirk.

“I didn’t say you wouldn’t, I just said you can’t stop sharing the love. If you didn’t grow a spine, you’d be having the eggs of several people instead of focusing on marrying just a few and letting Aunt Brennie fulfill her deepest desires.” The brutally Honest girl said with a vulpine grin. She is trouble, she’s going to be a much tougher child to handle than Daniel.

“Sis, stop being so rude to mom.” Daniel chided, only to get her tail flicked on his snout.

“I’m the Eldest, you can’t tell me what to do!” The vixen snarled at her brother and I snapped my fingers with a stern glare at her. “Sorry mama. I was the first one awake, the one they...they tortured a bit before they realized keeping us calm and sedated was better.” My daughter shuddered and hugged herself as Daniel hugged her too. “Can I please have a name, mom?”

A bear walked into the shop with an old iron helmet on its head. “Is that you, Barry? Darling, I’ll go fetch Fluttershy’s new smock.” Rarity went into the back and I ushered my children upstairs, since they’d decided to hang out in Rarity’s shop instead of upstairs in the living area.

The bear grunted as it browsed the clothes while we vanished upstairs. “Okay, give me a moment dear. Daniel’s name just came to me.” I knelt down to pet my eldest daughter. “Samantha. You feel like a Sammy to me.” My little Sammy shuddered and buried her face in my currently petite bosom.

“Then I am Sam. Sam I am.” Samantha muffled into my chest and I managed a smile at her Dr. Seuss reference as I pet her and crooned into her ears.

“Indeed you are. Now, let’s go eat some green eggs and ham. Heads-up: they’re dyed kwama eggs and nix-ox slices.” I told her before heading for the kitchen, where Scootaloo was pitifully sitting at the table with her face in her arms and her belly gurgling for food. “Oh, sit up, I’ll feed you too. Lazybones.” This poor mare, we need to address her issues more thoroughly.

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“Are you sure you should be here instead of back home?” Sweetie asked Neethsi as she sat down on a stool next to the booze-sipping deity on a break between performances.

“I have every right to drown my regret with alcohol before I face them again.” Neethsi grumbled into the tall stein that she paid for as well as the several bottles of mead and Hist Sap Liqueur she’d already had. “If I can somehow manage it. Being a goddess makes getting drunk harder.”

“That must suck, half of my best music happens when I’m buzzed.” Sweetie shook her head and hailed the innkeeper with a hand. The argonian woman who owned the place gladly poured a wooden mug of frothy booze and slid it down the bar to her. “Thanks Neesaza.”

“Thank me after you manage to drag this poor girl home. She’s had enough alcohol to kill three hearty men. I’d cut her off, but I’m just a mortal woman.” The orange-scaled gal huffed.

“Pfft, like I’m not?” Sweetie snarked and patted her groin. “I may be the biggest dickmare in Lilmoth, but that doesn’t give me special powers.”

“No, but you’re her fiance’s sister, unlike the rest of us you have some measure of importance.” Neesaza stated and tossed a small bag of bits at the unicorn bard. “Here, your wages for the night. I’d rather my tavern lack music if it means a sulking goddess isn’t souring the mood.”

“You’re lucky you’re usually a nice gal, Neesaza, that and you sell good drinks or I’d be really irritated about this.” Neethsi huffed as Sweetie used her magic to help her lift the much larger woman up off of her stool and she swayed. “Yay~! I did it~!” Neethsi cheered drunkenly.

“Woo hoo.” Sweetie grumbled and helped her stagger out of the inn’s tavern.

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“There you go.” I cooed as I rubbed Scootaloo’s stuffed stomach and the pregnant pegasus moaned as I gave her bellyrubs. “You’ve got a lot of little foals in there, don’t you?”

“It’s only been two weeks and I already look like I’m halfway done with one foal. If we didn’t get those neat trinkets from Brennie’s fairy friend I’d be doomed.” Scootaloo groaned as Daniel and Sammantha joined in on rubbing her belly. “Urp! Ah~, so good…”

“You’re so full of life, Miss Loo.” Daniel nuzzled her belly and Sammy snickered.

“Yeah, like, with a whole village of little brats.” Sammantha kissed the side of Scootaloo’s belly and it shimmered white while Scoots cooed. Daniel did the same and her belly shined brighter as she clutched it with a mewl of happiness. “There. We’re not like aunt Neethsi or Fama Palu, but we’ve got enough holy power in us to give some minor blessings.”

“That felt great. Thanks, for the food and attention, but where did you get all of the food? Rarity’s pantry was out, that’s why I was sulking and starving at the table.” Scootaloo asked and I blinked. Where did I get all of the eggs, meat, bread and potatoes from?

“Mama is special, she can do things she puts her mind to even when they should be impossible. Cartoon logic or story logic since you don’t have cartoons here.” Daniel kindly informed the pregnant pegasus and I shrugged, accepting it, because if I could just summon food from nowhere, no big deal. Now, if it was an infinitely respawning slice of pizza, that’d be different.

Hold up! I don’t know how I did that, so we still need to go shopping for groceries! I went downstairs while my children doted on the pregnant mare. “Hey, Rarity. Scootaloo was starving upstairs, so I’m gonna go grocery shopping.” I informed my fiance as I poked my head through the curtain.

“Oh dear, thank you darling. I will apologize to Scootaloo later. Whatever you’re willing to get will help since my pantry is truly empty from feeding the poor mare and everyone else.” Rarity replied as she measured someone behind a second privacy screen, which she set up because it was more than just her and her sister living here now.

“I’ve got plenty of coins to spend thanks to all the money I’ve earned, I’ll be sure to fill up the pantry.” I then turned around and saw my foxy children wearing polite child clothes. Sammy and Danny were so cute in their outfits, the former in a dress with the latter in a shirt and shorts. “Come on sweeties, I’m gonna need some help finding tasty food.”

“Yay~!”

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“Is it wise not to inform Neethsi, Meen-Rei and Shade right away?” Birnil questioned in confusion, since time and again those three had proven to be lynchpin force multipliers. However, this time it seemed they were mobilizing without them.

“Hunter will inform them about the situation. As to why; they’ve been through enough bullshit and they just rescued Meen-Rei’s second child. I think they deserve to have quality time to themselves at this point. If I have to, I'll call in more support from my people and we’re already working on how to use Molag’s chains against him and his forces as quickly as possible.” Brennie explained to him, which was reasonable enough. Rei and Shay have died in order to save the child. While they survived the affair, apparently, death was immensely horrific to suffer.

“What else are you going to bring to battle? You may have shown us your soldiers, but that isn’t all you have, is it ma’am?” Miun-La asked since he knew the general had more to offer.

“No, we have more armaments. Just remember how the others may react to seeing such advanced weaponry being brought to bear. People might get scared.” Brennie reminded him.

“Exactly how big and devastating are these armaments?” Birnil inquired with a shrug.

“Yes.” Brennie giggled, which sent a chill down the spines of her commanders.

“Are we sure she and her people won’t end up turning all of Cyrodiil into a giant, smoking crater in the end?” Birnil wondered as he pictured it.

“Or a war-torn wasteland?” Golnis dreaded the thought of seeing a country looking worse off than Morrowind’s Ashlands.

“Molag Bal would do it himself if we don’t set it up and hitting the Empire when it’s at its lowest point is proof. We’re not taking any chances with these bastards and neither will he.” Brennie reminded them as she recovered from her uncharacteristic bubbliness. Being female for so long along with this world were changing her and she wasn’t sure she disliked it anymore.

“I thought we weren’t trying to scare people?” Miun-La reiterated what his general said before.

“I know, but they’re scared already with the daedra attacking them. I’m calling in mechanized armored units for heavy fire support. Let’s see how daedra fare against heavy metal.” Brennie declared before she made the call.

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I entered the Chique Boutique with my kids nomming on some jerky they were savoring and we went straight upstairs. I then retrieved the food from my satchel and began putting it all away with some help from Sam and Dan. “Sis?” Shade’s groggy voice pulled me out of the domestic fugue to see her in a lazy nightshirt and looking at us. “So, we’re okay?”

“Um, yeah. So you died too, huh sis?” I asked sadly before I just stuffed the rest of the food into the pantry, leaving it up to Rarity since she was OCD about some things while oddly a slob in others. Food storage was one of her OCD matters and she’d sort it out later.

“Yeah, but not before seeing Berserker’s army come rushing into Coldharbour and fucking up as many daedra as possible. I don’t think she took your death lightly and I can’t blame her. I mean, wow, they were pissed beyond belief.” Shade stretched out against the doorframe before she approached the table. “So, when are any of our lovers gonna be available? I’m starving.”

Oh~! Why’d you have to mention that, Shade? Now I just realized how hungry I am for magicka! “Well, Neethsi is out on the town, Rarity is busy downstairs.” I didn’t want to intrude on her business for something that could wait.

“Why don’t you just drink from Scootaloo? She’s all magically milky like all the other females in the city, right?” Samantha suggested and I shared a sudden naughty grin with my sister. “Uh oh, we’d better go somewhere else, I just triggered mom and auntie.”

“Well, Scootaloo has been eating a ton, maybe it’s karmic balance that she feeds someone else.” Daniel shrugged, but followed his sister downstairs before Shade and I stalked down the hall towards the hyper-pregnant pegasus in her early stages who I remember quite clearly kissing at Tales and Tallows, so she’s definitely hyper-busty and hyper-milky with the good milk.

My stomach gurgled demandingly at the thought of sweet, tangy and creamy magic milk. We reached Sweetie and Scootaloo’s room and we barged in to find Scootaloo had been napping. Had being the operative word since she sat up when we burst in. “Oh Scoots~! We’re thirsty!”

“Uh-uh...w-well, shouldn’t you wait for Sweetie or one of the others to get here? I’m just a boring mare with n-nothing th-that w-would…” Scootaloo stammered as we approached her and lifted up her tunic to grope her breasts.

“We’re hungry, Scootaloo. We need your magic milk.” Shade purred and then we went to her stud-pierced nipples to suck on them, causing the D-cup chested mare to moan and thrust her breasts against our faces. “Make them bigger. Let us drink more.”

“Y-yes. D-drink all you need~.” Scootaloo groaned as her breasts began to grow, revealing more of their true glory as Shade and I sucked on her expanding purple teats that stuck out on her orange coat like beacons. The bed creaked and groaned from the massive weight of two yoga-ball spheres of flesh and fluid along with three horny people. “Oh~ fuck yes~...”

“-Hey Scoots you-oh come on~! You two; out! My future wife; I’ve got dibs! Neethsi is in the spare room anyway.” Sweetie growled angrily before dropping her pants to reveal the log of a cock her piercing had hidden along with the two pulsing beach balls of pink-purple cum pumps resting against her thighs. “Unless, you’re thirsty enough to handle this!”

“Fuck yes~!” I chorused with Shade to Sweetie’s surprise and we pounced on her, sucking, licking, hugging and humping the 3 foot long breeding pole that Sweetie had attached to her groin!

“Heh, looks like it backfired, Sweets. Maybe you better put it away unless you wanna risk making even more babies.” Scootaloo licked her lips. “Besides, I’m still hungry.”

“Out! Back you beasts! I need to feed Scoots!” Sweetie declared before magically shoving us out of the room much to our giggling amusement.

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