Ch.76

[Tirdas, 29th Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

“You two are fucking morons.” The Navy Admiral hissed angrily at the two ambassadors standing in front of him. The copper-scaled older serpent wore the military robes of his station, but not the armor since he was not out about the ship, rather he was stuck doing desk work.

“B-but we told her-!”

“You weren’t being transparent about it!” The Admiral cut off Goldy as he slammed a coppery fist on his desk. “She may not have caught on, but you can’t blame her for not knowing. The general herself probably doesn’t like politics and perhaps her people do things rather differently where they’re from.”

“We...may have fucked up.” The realization on how very messy things could get should they blindside these aliens again would be catastrophic.

“Indeed you may have, but not so much where she ordered her soldiers to kick us out. General Berserker has been more than Generous enough to provide for our people’s dietary needs. In fact, it’s only her people who are willing to donate their blood for us. The Tamrielans are still wary about it.” The Admiral huffed and rubbed his brow.

“So, uh, w-what course of action should we take to appease the general?” Bronzy questioned.

“That is for you two to figure out and hopefully it is something to please the lady.” The Admiral shook his head and went back to all of the tedious paperwork he had to file. These Tamrielans were even worse about paperwork than the Tsaesci shogunate!

“Maybe instead we should try to please her friend? It is her friend we set up for the marriage.” Goldy suggested and the Admiral waved them off. They knew how to do their jobs, most of the time. He trusted they could manage to make sure Meen-Rei and her ilk were happy with how things had been arranged.

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Zaeza had passed out and was now sleeping on her new giant gazongas, so I slipped out of the room with an impish sense of satisfaction. Next time I’ll use my tail, maybe even give her a nice clutch of eggs. That’ll have to wait though, the eggs that is. I went down the hall before I realized I was still in just a nightie and I sighed in resignation, not wanting to go back and maybe wake Zaeza up to try and get back into the Box.

When I reached the living area, I found Zaeza’s son, looking stuffed to the gills with Shade’s milk and snuggling Daniel and Samantha on the plush couch as they napped. Daw~. “He was so hungry, sis.” Shade whispered as she approached from where she’d been reading a book, not the book, just a book. One of Rarity’s trashy romance novels by the title.

“So was Zaeza. She didn’t stop drinking until she looked pregnant. I hope they’re all getting the food and help they need if they sailed here without enough food for everyone.” I replied sadly before checking the larder and sighed at how much Scootaloo had eaten. How pregnant is she? With all the food she’s eating, she should be as big as a cart. “We need to ask for something to keep Scootaloo fed. She’s eating enough for a few families.”

“I’ve got a solution for that.” I jumped a bit and then leered at Dongoruas, who was in the kitchen and holding up a flask with a super-sexy herm fox engraved on it. “It’s how Auntie Urta kept herself nourished from the beginning when she was on her way to being the most pregnant person in our universe.” I took the flask and nodded at her before heading down the hall to find Scootaloo asleep in her bed.

I put a note on the flask and put it in her cleavage so she’d find it before I considered if I even wanted to go shopping again today. Naw, I think I’ll curl up with Shade and read a book too.

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“Hm~, another successful litter.” Hunter’s wife, Juneau said with a coo as she rubbed her swollen belly, while still knotted to him as she laid on top of him.

“You’ve been holding out for more children, huh?” Hunter huffed as he grinded against her.

“Yes~.” Juneau cooed and rubbed her belly, only to squeak in surprised shock as they were soon joined by Discord and Akatosh, with Hermais and Eris stuck in the same position as she is right now, their bloated bellies rubbing against each other.

“Greetings, my dear boy~. I hope you don’t mind us joining you, but we wish to tell you something very important. Something related to your sister, Brennie.” Akatosh said to Hunter with a shiver of pleasure, feeling Eris’s inner walls caressing his cock.

“Like what?” Hunter sighed.

“Oh, like, say, a religion revolving around her. It has already gained traction, slowly but surely. Sooner or later, Brennie will get bumped up with the rest of us in the pantheon, maybe all of you.” Discord chuckled as he patted Hermais’s belly in content.

“Wait, seriously?” Hunter looked at the two gods suspiciously. “What are you two playing here?”

“Nothing, honest! Well, besides wanting to bed her so badly.” Akatosh licked his lips as he humped away at Eris.

“That being said, it would seem that her group of followers, while diverse, is very small. Which is good for getting around places quickly, while also having a diverse set of skills from each follower to get them through thick and thin.” Discord vaguely described the group.

“Where are they going?” Hunter asked warily.

“They are coming here!” Discord answered excitedly.

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“Hey?” An Argonian guardsman, Yari-Du, said to his human partner.

“Yeah?” The human guardswoman, Deruis, replied.

“We haven’t seen these Sentinels in training. I wonder why?” Yari-Du questioned as they saw the patrols of Night Sentinels marching through the city from their position.

“Hm, good question. Say, have you noticed how some of their armor coloration is in stark contrast with the rest of their own? Take the Crusaders for instance: easily recognisable for their red and black, but one of them has golden yellow lightning stripes on the leggings.” Deruis used as an example from what she had seen before, along with a few others.

“Do they actually send some of their own with the other factions to train?” The Argonian blinked at the thought.

“They must, from what I have seen so far. I’ll tell you, this Legion is far more intricate and tightly knit, it would be impossible to break.” The human woman stated.

“You think they’ll train us when we get those ‘Exo suits’?” Yari-Du asked since he remembered the general making plans to equip the military with, for the enemy they faced were not mere mortals.

“Possibly. I’m more grateful to the general for thinking about this stuff. Hm, you think they would be against dating?” Deruis hummed while staring at the alien men.

“I hope so.” Yari-Du commented while staring at the alien women.

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Zaeza awoke feeling quite unusual after unexpectedly having incredibly incredible unusual sex with her new lover and soon-to-be wife. For one: she didn’t have breasts the size of large carts before! Waking up laying on them was pleasurable on its own. She also felt satisfied, gorged on Meen-Rei’s savory, tangy yet creamy milk. She may even gain weight from such a large liquid repast! Gods know that she needed it, though.

Now then, how was she going to get out of this predicament? If she was tended to, she didn’t think she’d mind being immobile from these giant breasts. However, she doubted she was trapped like this. She then felt a tingle in her nipples and the piercings, which she belatedly realized had changed size with her bosom, hummed as they shrunk her down.

She regretted seeing and feeling them become smaller, but they stopped shrinking when she was as huge as Meen-Rei! Zaeza fondled herself in wonder, but then realized her kimono had no hope of covering her and unlike Meen-Rei, she wasn’t brave enough to put on naughty nightwear and go gallivant about the house. Yet. Maybe after they were married.

She then watched as the studs piercing her nips shined and shrunk her chest down to the pitiful A-cups she’d been reduced to by starvation. Certainly if she had the choice, she’d much rather have the chest that Meen-Rei gifted her at least partially on display, but for now she’d take modesty over mammary. Gosh was mammary superiority intoxicating.

She was about to leave the room when the ornate box on the nightstand jumped and startled her. What sorcery was this? Tamriel was indeed packed full of mystical oddities. Only a single day and she had her body enhanced by a female of immense magic might and encountered a dancing box.

Figuring that caution was wiser than curiosity, she turned to leave only to find herself on a beach somewhere. How…? What? Zaeza felt panic suddenly fill her until she realized she wasn’t alone on the beach and it was in fact loaded with people. All unnaturally attractive and in extremely naughty scant clothing that barely covered the bare minimum.

“Um...excuse me ma’am, but are you okay?” A towering hulk that made Kamal seem small questioned her. The source of the bassy voice was a red-skinned and horned male, who looked down on her with concern in his turquoise glowing eyes. He too was scantily clothed with nothing besides a fundoshi without the decency of a flap. He even had goat legs!

Zaeza promptly fainted at realizing she had just been addressed by a fabled Oni.

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Runner was miserable.

Ever since she retreated into Paradise with the rest of her family and loved ones, she had been feeling down. Nothing was satisfying to her anymore and she didn’t know why. She tried to push it aside and have fun, but it never worked. The food and drink tasted like ash in her mouth, the parties that never seemed to end failed to make her feel alive. Not even indulging in the pleasures of intimacy with her wives and husbands got her rocks off.

Well, they did, but it was fleeting and the emptiness always felt all the more painful afterward. Wiatr told her that Sex was a balm on the pain of existence, but it couldn’t heal everything. The fact that she also didn’t want to make bouncing baby bunnies anymore was enough to make Urta almost faint from worry.

It was just as well, since although Paradise was essentially like an endlessly generating flat plane like Minecraft instead of being a traditional planet, Urta didn’t want to overpopulate the planned boundaries too quickly, which was why she was painfully empty of children. This didn’t help Runner’s absence of purpose or fulfillment.

“Lady Runner!” A bassy tone synonymous with the Baron species of demons pulled her from her moping at the open-air bar and sipping her coconut rum to turn and see one of the usually delicious males carrying a curious oddity. “This one appeared on the beach from one of Lady Dongoruas’s portals.” He got on his knees and held the alien woman towards her.

This...was not a species native to their dimension or Wiatr’s dimension. Runner traced a finger over the unconscious woman’s brow and felt the same magic as the realm Brennie was involved with in her. Specifically, the magic of that world’s Displaced that had so oddly enamored Brennie. Funnily enough, her thoughts would turn towards her siblings, Brennie especially.

“Hm, odd. Now why would she be here? Dongo!” Runner called out to the ursa noodle for an answer. Only, Dongo didn’t respond. This was her realm! Paradise is Dongo’s very essence, similar to how Lunarule is Lunahisa’s very being made physical. If she wasn’t answering, then something’s screwy here. “Alright then, I’ll do it myself. Give her here.”

Runner put her drink down and took the golden scaled reptile into her arms. She was so light, unhealthily so. Not even the voluminous kimono did much to add to her weight. She’ll ask when she got there. It was a simple matter of ‘blood linking’ to Brennie and waiting for her to ‘reach’ back. A metaphysical ‘hand’ grasped her shoulder and Runner ‘stepped’ forward, going from Paradise to a room full of military types and Brennie gathered around a table.

“Brennie, would you know who this is and why Dongo would drop her in Paradise?” Runner asked, causing a few people to jump and draw weapons, only for Brennie to wave them down calmly.

“Sit down you jumpy twats, this is my sister. As for who that is, her name is Zaeza, a native of Akavir, she’s a Tsaesci. Yes, if any of you read the wrong books; she is what a Tsaesci looks like. The author mistook a Lamia for one.” Brennie off-handedly informed everyone, clearly bored, annoyed and frustrated. She was never good at driving a desk.

“Wait, so, you’re telling me that the Frost Demons won?! How?!” Runner was in complete shock. The natives of Akavir usually kept them at bay until winter rolled around to refreeze them.

“Let’s just say the Nerevarine convincing Vivec to throw Baar Dau towards Akavir had extreme unintended consequences. From what I’ve learned; that damn thing landed in Kamal and permanently defrosted the Kamal even when winter rolled around. Without the annual respite, the Tang Mo couldn’t hold them off anymore, even when the Tsaesci and Ka’Po’Tun devoted themselves to putting them down. The several dozen ships coming are all that are left of Akavir’s people besides the Kamal now definitely gearing to invade us next.” Brennie grimly informed her, as well as the shocked and horrified people around her.

“Well...shit. Okay, I’m dropping Zaeza back to Lilmoth and taking my forces to deal with the Kamal.” This surprised everyone into stunned silence, but before she could leave, Brennie stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Wait! Sister, why the sudden change of mind?” Brennie asked her.

“More like a change of heart. I’m depressed, sis. I haven’t been depressed for a long time. I think if I actually succeed at helping people for the first time in a long while, I can go back home and actually enjoy the hedonistic pleasures of Paradise.” Runner stretched her golden wings with emphasis. She enjoyed having her wings out at all times unless they needed to be put away. “I guess I might be more nephilim than seraphim, but regardless of my wings, I’m still my own angel and I think I’ll be happy if I can help others.”

“...Okay, go. We’ll talk more later when we have time.” Brennie may not be psychic, but she knows Runner well enough that there’s more to it than just depression.

“I’m sure we have time now, but not with these tightwads in the same room.” Runner’s bunny ears twitched as she turned her eyes towards the southeast and then ‘stepped’ forward to be in a room where she set Zaeza on the bed while an ornate box danced on the nightstand. “Huh, that’s got neat stuff on it, but Dongo does that all the time, so meh.”

Dimensional shenanigans ceased to be impressive when you always had an infinite storage pocket connected to your cleavage or pants. Runner turned to leave, only to find herself looking at a total babe that oddly made her core clench. Holy shit. She hasn’t had such a sharp physical reaction to someone she wasn’t married to in a long time. “Hey...you must be one of Brennie’s sibs, yeah?” The red-scaled, gold-accented reptilian beauty casually greeted.

“Yep...you’re Meen-Rei?” Runner asked and got a nod as Runner’s eyes swept up and down the absolute babe with a bod in the naughty nightie. She was like the ultimate milf who got her bod back, but kept the pregnancy weight in all the right places. Like Wiatr. Specifically Willow. Holy fuck! She’s-! She has the-! Fuck~! No wonder Brennie has such a boner for her!

“Yes, I am.” Meen-Rei said with a Kind smile.

“Right, well, nice to meet you. Tell me, is this body of yours something akin to Flesh Magic? I can’t sense your soul in there, but at least you aren’t giving me a headache or making it explode.” Runner’s question sent Meen-Rei’s head reeling back. “Yeah, uh, forget that I said that. Listen, I’m heading off to Akavir to fix a ‘frostbite’ problem the Nerevarine caused that let the Kamal loose permanently.”

Meen-Rei sighed as if expecting this, but she also looked concerned. “Hey, are you alright?”

“...No.” Runner sighed heavily as her shoulders slumped. “I’ve been feeling depressed ever since I chose to go to Paradise with the rest. Nothing in there satisfies me.”

“Not ready to settle down?” She asked while crossing her arms under her bust.

“I don’t know. I figure if I do some good for a while, I’ll be able to settle back down, but now I find myself second-guessing.” Runner told Meen-Rei as she paced around the room. “You know what’s funny? I’m actually kind of jealous of Brennie. For someone like me being the fastest in the family, I find myself playing catch-up with her because I’m lagging behind her. Do you know why?”

“Is it because she’s ambitious and stubborn?” Meen-Rei guessed with a fond snort.

“Yes! She was the one with the vision, the one with the dream, the one who was so tenacious that even the gods would tremble before her! If anything, she was the one who built our Empire into what it had become. The rest of us were just along for the ride because she knew she couldn’t do it alone. She didn’t want to do it alone, because it wouldn’t be as fulfilling as doing it together. Brennie’s persistence and ambition helped shape who we are! She doesn’t even boast about it, just takes it in stride with such dignity and modesty it would confuse the most egotistical person to no end!

“And now...” Runner soon fell to her knees as if she was defeated, tears streaming down her snout as she scolded herself. “Now I feel like I’ve betrayed her because I ran away from the problem, like a coward! A literal piece of shit coward!” Meen-Rei felt the room’s temperature begin to drop as if Runner’s despair sucked all the warmth from it.

“Whoa, that’s cold. Yeah, how about you go and vent this depression constructively?” Meen-Rei supportively suggested along with a wave of heat washing over the room from a wave of her hand.

“Yeah, battle calls and I’ve gotta take the souls of the Frost Demons in order to stop them for good. Seeing as how they refuse to die, I’ll just add their power to my own.” With that said, Runner left the room through a dimensional rift, going aboard her Dreadnought flagship; the Soul’s Tormentor. “Helm, bring our fleet through! We are to head towards Akavir and stop the Frost Demons from going to Tamriel!”

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