Ch.79

[Fredas, 2nd Frost Fall, 4E: 221]

When I got home last night to find out some mysterious human mage had taken some of Samantha’s volunteered blood to hunt down the Great Anchors, I was so excited and worried at the same time that I had to be given some knockout tea to get to sleep. That was even after getting a huge meal from both Zaeza and Rarity too, which normally makes me sleepy after having so much.

So I woke up today feeling anxious, wondering if I’d hear about the search for the Great Anchors or the next phase of the Aetherium Project first or if I’d hear anything at all today. “Hello!” A hyper peppy voice cheered with a metal tang. I jumped as I looked over to see a woman in a diving suit and leaning over my bed.

“Uh...wait...you feel familiar.” I muttered as I stayed laying in bed. The others were all up and about while I’d been too anxious to really do anything as ironic as it seems. Rather, everyone knew I’d probably do something stupid and insisted I calm down first.

“Well damn, Marian! You got hot! Toadie wasn’t kidding!” The woman outright said my previous name! It also didn’t hurt my brain! I bolted upright and sat across the bed from the other woman who climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged.

“Holy shit! Someone who knows me and isn’t getting mindfucked! Who are you and what do you remember about me?! A lot of it is fuzzy outside of the people I once knew that I met again. Or Zecora…” I miss her so much...

“I’m Penny, Micheal.” She chuckled and booped my snoot.

“Ew~! Was that my original name? Gross! I can’t imagine being a guy anymore, not after being a herm, then a woman, then a woman with a tail-dick.” I wiggled my tail about and then blinked. “Sorry for being in a naughty nightie. Rarity’s kinda got me wearing them when I’m home and not expecting company.” Dirty mare~. She did the ‘all lingerie’ dresser to force me into one~.

“Eh, if I was insecure in my sexuality then maybe I’d have probs, but it’s cool girl, we’re besties after all.” Penny giggled with a friendly wave/swat in my direction. “Still though, meow~. You filled out as a babe in this world! You weren’t lacking before, but woo!” Heh! I like her!

“So, how are you here?” I asked her in confusion.

“No clue! I thought I was friends with a ton of bears and got fucked by a wolf, but I don't remember it happening. The last thing I remember clearly was buying our stuff, then falling out of the sky.” Penny shrugged and slapped her armored knees.

“Whoa, so you only remember getting freshly Displaced? Spooky.” I rubbed my scalp in concern, wondering how much of our minds had been messed with.

“A snake gal told me that I experienced a Dragon Break.” She said with another shrug. “Do I have a tail?” Huh?

“Uh...I don’t see one? Maybe you’re still human, just all messed up into being a Big Sister.” I told her as I looked around her back where she was trying to look over her shoulder, but the helmet didn’t let her see much.

“Maybe, do you see a way to get it off?” Penny asked as she ran a finger around her neck.

“Uh...not really. Get up so I can look you over. There’s gotta be an opening somewhere. I don’t think the Big Sisters were like the Big Daddies.” I think the Big Daddies were permanently sealed in their suits, but I remember the Big Sister from the second game taking off her helmet.

“Alright, no homo!” Penny joked before she jumped from the bed to stand in the middle of the room like an acrobat. “Or all the homo! You know I’m not a prude. Well, wait, is it homo if you have a tail-dick?” Penny’s energy made me giggle as I got off the bed and began looking over her whole body. Ah! An armored zipper on her back.

“Here you go.” I folded open the rubber seal on her back and began pulling the heavy duty zipper down to reveal unnaturally pale skin. “Oof, yeah, you’re pale as a ghost Pen-pen.” I helped her shrug the shoulders off and then lifted the ball of a helmet off of her to let her unironically copper hair fall out followed by her head as she breathed the air directly.

“H-holy shit I feel cold out of this thing.” Penny shivered and I helped her pull her arms from the sleeves of the thick padded and armor banded diving suit before helping get it down around her average hips and cute little butt so she could step out and suddenly dive for my bed, rolling her fit body up in the sheets even though it was still balmy this time of year in Black Marsh. “Cold!”

“Yeesh, I’ll go make a call to a friend of mine to see about helping you with that. Just relax here.” I told my friend from my original life and left the room so I could focus on sending a telepathic message to Mellow. Mysticism may come easily to my sis and I, but I still need quiet for telepathy and Penny’s chattering teeth was enough to prevent it.

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Neethsi was getting tired. Not physically, magically or in any way that could prevent her from continuing to slaughter the Daedra that kept trying to invade the Arcane University. No, the exhaustion was mostly boredom combined with mental weariness. “When is Brennie gonna get these assholes to slow down long enough so I can go home?” Neethsi sighed tiredly.

She was ‘soul trapping’ them due to her morningstar Moon and Star, which trapped the Animus of the Daedra, but due to how it isn’t a soul, it instead gets tossed towards Azura’s plane of Oblivion. It wouldn’t stop them from eventually getting back to Coldharbour, but each Daedra she killed was going to take much longer to come back.

“I’m working on it, hun!” Neethsi rubbed her ear-hole where she had the Comm Brennie gave her. “I’m dragging Molag Bal out so I can personally kick his useless ass!”

“So you’re pulling a Sheogorath? Good luck. Shove something long, sharp and preferably serrated or spiked up his taint.” Neethsi grumbled and sighed when another tide of Daedra poured through the gate leading to the city.

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“Tsrrashi. Honey. I know you can feel her, but please don’t get lost.” Bravia said while petting Tsrrashi’s mohawk-sporting scalp and the slime-skaven looked away from the southeast. They were on the balcony ringing the top floor of the New Numidium, giving them a line of sight that almost allowed them to peer into Cyrodiil through the gaps in the mountains in that direction.

“How can you resist? You were once her.” Tsrrashi asked her mate in awe. “She is my goddess’s wife. It is no wonder that they are associated. I can feel her desires from here. She is beyond horny!” Bravia flushed a bit and scratched at his cheek with a finger.

“It isn’t easy. I really want to go there and fight alongside her. If we win, I’d probably carry her back here and fuck her into the bed again.” Bravia chuckled as he thought about the last time that happened. The bed posts broke before they were done.

“Love, please, help her.” Tsrrashi pleaded with Bravia.

“Alright then-.” There was a sudden shift in the air as the Skavens looked towards Cyrodiil. “He’s here and pissed off with her.”

“Bravia, hurry! Get there and help her out!” Tsrrashi said before looking skyward to see a gunship coming in. “What fortune! Go dear mate, win the day and return to Tsrrashi!”

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“Alright, it’s close by.” Falion said as he carefully wove through the tropical jungles of southern Elsweyr. The alien soldiers were even quieter than him and he had magic to muffle himself and distort his presence. He had no doubt that they’d make it right to Molag’s doorstep and he wouldn’t know until it was far too late. “I simply need you to occupy the bulk of their attention so I can slip in, rescue the child, then slip out before Molag’s pets can stop me.”

This anchor turned out to be spitting distance from Senchal, the southernmost city of Elsweyr and its largest port city. Molag’s goons picked the absolute worst places that could’ve been sabotaged for his biggest Anchors. Solitude, Mournhold, Senchal. Falion wouldn’t bother second-guessing if the last one was under Divines-damned Alinor at this point.

No, wait. Too south...of course! “Send a forward party to Stros M’Kai! I’ll head there next to confirm my suspicion that it is where the last Great Anchor is set!” Falion declared before the group neared the caves where he sensed the portal. “Within, I’m ready when you are.”

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“Uh, Brennie? Are you doing alright?” Neethsi asked Brennie over comm, who was busy battling against Molag Bal and his champion. Goading Molag to overreach and step foot on Nirn was considered suicide, folly, insane even! Yet she had to sneer with pride as she ducked and parried Molag’s brutal mace while twisting out of the way of Yuria’s unblockable katana.

“Tch, better! Why?!” Brennie snarled as she fended off their attacks, weaving around each one and getting her own in on them in retaliation. She was within her element as the chaos of battle raged all around, her Night Sentinels fighting as hard and fierce as her. Molag was good, she must admit, but clearly the Prince of Domination was too used to getting his way all the time.

“Because the daedra I’ve been dealing with stopped coming! I think you may have overdone it!” Neethsi insisted heatedly while Brennie flipped over Yuria, watching as the foolish Undead’s master pulped her, only for her flesh to reform the instant he lifted his spiked giant mace from her temporary corpse with a sickening squelch.

“Good!” Brennie felt her Blood singing, her body thrumming from the adrenaline high of War all around her. Also she was seriously getting off right now! Hot fuck did she not experience sexual gratification from combat before, but by her several wive’s holy tits was this incredible!

“Good?! Are you insane?!” Neethsi demanded as Brennie jumped out of the reach of a swipe from Yuria and punched Molag in the gonads, which he didn’t have, but still reacted to by roaring and falling to his knees. She would’ve followed up, but Yuria pressed her away and she grunted in frustration and enjoyment over putting the bastard on his knees.

“If you’re worried, you’re welcome to come over and help!” Brennie suggested as she caught Yuria’s sword arm and shattered it into a curl by twisting it backwards. Yuria screamed in agony before her left leg was bent the wrong way by Brennie’s kick and then thrown back at her master, who pulped her again and restored her back to fighting form.

“Ugh, fine then! I want a piece of Molag’s sorry ass as well!” Neethsi’s response made Brennie almost moan. That sexy sea goddess was going to be so fun fighting alongside again!

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I feel like I’m missing out on a ton of very important things, but right now Penny’s health was my concern. “She should not be alive. Her body temperature is so high that her brain should’ve cooked itself. The feeling of coldness is the comparison of the air to her body.” Mellow muttered as he continued examining Penny, who was shivering in an ice bath in Rarity’s copper tub.

“M-might be b-because I’m s-supposed to be d-deep in the o-ocean?” Penny chattered.

“Maormer do not have unusually high body temperatures despite being aquatic. Argonians do not have odd body temps either and they can go to the sea floor too. Whatever logic your body operates on does not apply to our universe. I’d suggest you return to whatever plane of Oblivion you’re from, but I doubt that’s possible. I’ll have to get The Nerevarine to see you whenever she comes back from the front.” Mellow stated seriously before handing me several potions in a tray while Freda and Thia soothed Penny, the former refreezing the water in the tub.

“Are these to help with the fever?” I asked Mellow, only for him to sneer angrily towards Penny.

“No. They’re to keep her corrupted biology from melting a hole through her womb where the symbiotic parasite slug implanted in her is constantly generating that vile yet incredible ‘Adam’ substance. Which is distributed around her body and causing the fever.” Mellow snarled in disgust and fury, clearly knowing that the slug didn’t get there naturally.

“Oh, um.” Suddenly Penny formed ice on her body and froze solid in a comical block of ice. “Well, that’ll help with her fever.” I huffed in frustration over how our Displacers love screwing us Displaced over. “I’ll give them to her when she thaws out. With how hot she is I’m sure that’ll happen.”

“Be sure you do. Hopefully it’ll be enough to stabilize her until Neethsi returns so she can sculpt her flesh to either remove and cure her or at least modify her until she’s permanently stable. Come on Freda, Thia.” Mellow led his sexy nurse girlfriends out of the bathroom and I sighed before I set the little wood crate of potions next to the icy bathtub.

“Don’t worry Pen-pen. My fiance is-.” I spun around, my heart raced, I couldn’t hear through the pounding in my ears!

“Mama! Did you feel it?!” Daniel asked excitedly as he burst into the bathroom, his wings fluttering happily as he hovered in the air. “That’s the feeling I got when you rescued Sammy! One of my siblings has been rescued!”

“Whoever did it, I’m gonna give them a hug and kiss for this.”

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Falion felt oddly bashful after he’d rescued the green winged Lilmothiit from the clutches of Coldharbour, but he didn’t let that slow him down. He handed the understandably confused little boy to some of the soldiers and realm-stepped to Stros M’Kai. Immediately, he felt it! He was right! The last Great Anchor was here! “Falion here, can you hear me with this darned thing?”

“We can hear you just fine, Falion, don’t jostle it so much when you’re speaking. Is this regarding your sudden relocation to the island of Stros M’Kai?” One of the Night Sentinels responded, a Ghost from what Falion gathered from how these aliens operated.

“Yes. My hunch was correct. The last Great Anchor is deep within Stros M’Kai, which means either there’s a deep cave system nobody knew about or Molag’s minions have been at work for a long time digging down there to try and hide it.”

“Then return the little one with haste. We must find the last Pinion before Molag returns, he must have noticed by now.” The Ghost stated urgently, which was not unfounded.

“How long do you think she’ll be able to hold him off?” Falion questioned as he quickly began casting about atronach salts of varied sources to prepare for a massive summoning ritual.

“Long enough for us to get the job done.” The ghost replied as Falion retrieved ancient Welkynd Stones and a Sigil Stone. The former were used by the Ayleids to recharge enchantments and themselves without sacrificing any souls, while the latter was once used by Mehrunes Dagon’s armies to build portals to Mundus, now mostly blocked by Martin Septim’s sacrifice and the fall of White-Gold’s status as a Tower. However, on this side of the veil...

“Unhelpfully lacking in description, but good enough.” Falion grumbled as he channeled the power of Magnus through his body, the Welkynd Stones acting as conduits to amplify such and the Sigil Stone focusing his efforts. Soon, the hill around him erupted with portals from Oblivion and atronachs of the three standard schools of Destruction and many others besides, answered his call. “My servants, I bring you here to give Molag Bal a swift kick in the taint!”

The simple-minded elemental daedra silently rushed towards where the nearest point of access to Oblivion was, allowing Falion to sedately follow as they led him towards the final Great Anchor and the last child Molag Bal may hopefully ever bring suffering to.

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“Hah! Brennie, you are one crazy woman!” Bravia howled in laughter as he decimated and eviscerated any daedra who tried their luck out on him, much to the irritation and frustration of Molag Bal and his daedric forces.

Curse these damnable aliens! How dare they trick him into coming out of his domain and entrapping him! The way they did it was through the sound of music, but it was unlike anything they have heard of before, yet it was so intoxicating to listen to while battling. Which was infuriating at the same time!

Yuria deduced that this music playing from those Speakers that surrounded the city was laced with otherworldly magic, affecting any and all within its range. It acted as an indiscriminate buff and curse, until it was shut off, they were all stuck in a never-ending fight. Molag Bal had his forces push towards the city, yet as soon as some of the daedra slipped by the Night Sentinels, the city’s defenses proved too strong to breach. Things weren’t going well for the Prince of Domination.

“Oh, you are such a devious, sexy, dragon-wolf goddess Brennie.” Neethsi huffed as she dueled Yuria, dancing around her opponent’s strikes with such grace and finesse, it was so mesmerizing it took all of Bravia and Brennie’s willpower to stay focused on their own battles.

“You bitch!” Molag Bal growled as he lifted his mace over his head and brought it down on Brennie. “I’ll make sure you suffer-Ack!” He was shocked to find that Brennie didn’t just deflect his attack, but punched it off to the side. Soon it was followed up by a left hook to his face, then a right hook, before finishing it off by grabbing his head and bringing it down to her knee with such force he fell on his back.

“Dammit! Everything’s falling apart, nothing’s going the way it should be!” Yuria growled in frustration as she pressed her attack against the Sea Goddess. “All because of her!”

“My dear Brennie certainly knows how to get under someone’s skin by hitting them where it hurts.” Neethsi commented before sidestepping Yuria and tripping her up, making the Undead fall face-first into the street. “Can we switch? I want to have a turn with Molag Bal.”

“Think fast!” Brennie said as Molag came charging at her, to which she used his momentum against him. Grabbing at his offending arm, she threw him overhead and straight into Neethsi’s spinning kick. Yuria tried to regroup and assist her master, only to be clothes-lined by Brennie. “Where do you think you’re going?!”

“Probably some irrational idea of sacrificing herself and becoming a new weapon or artifact for Molag to suddenly turn the tables on us.” Neethsi casually said as she smashed Molag’s face with her mace. “Shame that if I kill you here you’ll just be back in Coldharbour. If only we could permanently imprison you or something.”

“Let’s not risk it.” Bravia said as he ripped the head off a daedra with his bare hands, before using it to club another to death.

“Yeah. Besides, Meridia, Stendarr and Arkay are about to take care of him in a minute.” Neethsi shrugged and Molag’s eyes widened imperceptibly before the world seemed wrong and then Molag was gone. “...That was way too convenient! Akatosh! Did you do that?!” Neethsi demanded of the sky while everyone practically collapsed in relief.

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