Ch.86

[Tirdas, 6th Frost Fall, 4E: 221]

I woke up to a fairy tale. I was sleeping between the sexiest, most beautiful ladies all in adorable nightwear in a giant bed in a room made of blue, purple and red crystals. I sat up and blinked my two sets of eyelids to ensure I wasn’t seeing things. Then I looked down at my pajama-clad bosom and felt my eyes crinkle in a smile at the adorable shooting stars and other silly things.

It hurt a bit, to see such innocence and purity in this Equestria after mine was devoured by Dark and this one had suffered a catastrophe. However, it was also inspiring. Thanks to whoever screwed with Time and broke reality for an instant, this world had so much more going for it than ever before. “Pardon?” I looked at the door to see Luna was the source of the whisper.

She gestured for me to leave the room without waking the others and I did so with a casual surge of my body up into the air, then side-flipped to the floor impossibly silently and met up with the mare in the hallways. “What is it?” I whispered and then blinked when Luna crushed my snout into her cleavage in a hug. “Hmph?”

“I had to spend a while in a Hyperbolic Time Chamber to properly process everything that Manus and his Abyss had consumed. Most potent were the minds and souls of the previous world to be subsumed.” Luna, who I realized was not Local-Luna, said before she pulled back and looked at me sadly. “Worry not, for their souls have reentered the Cycle, at least in Paradise instead of the Corrupt realm we once called home.”

“O-oh...so, you know that my Celestia was like a mother to me, then?” I questioned the mare with pain filling my heart.

“Yes, as well as everyone else. Zecora had the strongest feelings for you, like you were her daughter as well. While your version of my sister considered you her own, it was not to such a passionate degree.” Luna informed me and I sniffled, wishing I could cry. Curse argonian sinus systems not allowing us to cry!

“I know. She was always there when I needed her.” I wetly said before sighing. “Thank you for telling me this, letting me find some closure.”

“If you really want that, come visit Paradise sometime.” Luna rubbed my shoulder before she stepped back and vanished into the air. Neat. I’ve gotta get me something like...right. Maybe it’s time to finally make a Token. I think this is the end, right? I saved the world, got revenge for my previous world even if I didn’t really do much myself at the end. Sounds like a good ending.

“Oh, yer in for a real ride now, lass! Ha-hah~!” Sheogorath howled from a nearby vase, which suddenly turned into an empty tea cozy. Oh no, what have I set myself up for now?

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[Tirdas, 13th Frost Fall: Witch’s Festival/Mephala’s Summoning Day, 4E:221]

“I really don’t think this is a good idea, Brennie…” Twilight mewled at the edge of the summoning circle made in the basement of her palace. “I mean, Nocturnal is a Daedric Prince, essentially a deity that exists beyond our realm. She even tried to convert Mundus into an extension of her Evergloam during the Interregnum.”

“Woo~!! New Kalpa~!” A crazed Nord shouted as he passed the room in the hallway before he downed a tankard of mead and waved the impaled head of a locust about. A week later and people were still celebrating the ‘end and rebirth’ of the world, which wasn’t ‘official’ yet, so the calendar was safe from being messed with at least until the end of this year.

“Too bad. Nocty wants me to summon her on this day and I’m doing it. Plus, I’m the one to show her a good time.” Brennie remarked with a snort.

“Besides, I’m too curious to see what a babe she is to get Brennie hooked on her with just one passionate rendezvous.” Vinnie, Runner to people not close enough, said from the other side of the ritual circle, which had no light inside it, because Nocturnal didn’t cherish physical possessions so much as what cannot be seen.

“Considering how Brennie has impacted our world’s perception of beauty, likely hotter than sin.” Twilight grumbled and waved her horn. “Okay, there, she should be along-.”

“Darkness! This is the most pure darkness I’ve seen! Where did you get it?” A woman’s voice asked with excitement from inside the impenetrable wall of Dark that Luna granted them a mere sliver of to ‘entice the tasteful strumpet’ with the promise of being introduced later.

“From one of my wives. She’s the Goddess of Dark and the one to subsume the madness that tried to devour this realm and others.” Brennie answered and watched as the Dark flowed like a vapor down the throat of the beautiful pale woman, who didn’t fail to be enticing, even if she didn’t mirror the body type of the females already in the room. “Hiding it?”

“Brennie, I’m the Prince of Shadow, Darkness and Luck. I can look however I want. Right now, when we’re not in private? I’ll take my usual form for interacting with mortals.” Nocturnal smiled without teeth. “Now then, this summoning will last until the next Kalpa unless I exert too much of my power here.” Nocturnal stated with her hands on her hips.

“So you’re here until the end of the year?” Twilight asked meekly and Nocturnal laughed.

“No, no. The new Kalpa started last week! Mortals will record it whenever they wish, but this world is reborn anew, without erasing the world from before. This was no reset, just a continuation, but that does not mean it isn’t renewed.” Nocturnal smiled mischievously and Twilight moaned in dismay while Vinnie snickered at her roundabout way of saying she was here to stay.

“So, what would you like to do?” Brennie asked with a smile.

“First, verify if I’m me or if I think I’m me and Mephala is being a dyke by fooling us. It is also her summoning day, just be glad nobody uses the permanent method of doing it. She’d have half this world tied in knots in hours.” Nocturnal huffed and Twilight wailed as she began bombarding the deceptively human woman with all manner of spells while Brennie sighed in annoyance.

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“So, it’s basically Halloween, Day of the Dead and Samhain all rolled into one?” I asked while watching children running around outside enjoying the festivities, knocking on houses for candies and other goodies. Locally the day was known as Nightmare Night, to commemorate when Luna went batshit insane and usurped the throne for all of ten minutes before being banished to Masser for an Era.

“Yes dear, whatever those holidays are. Now come and sit down while I commune with our ancestors.” Rarity said as she used a ouija board with Sweetie. It felt so odd to be living in the Carousel Boutique with my future wives when Sweetie and Scootaloo were already married and had 15 kids. They could only fit in the place since the basement was huge and renovated.

“I’d rather leave ghosts alone.” Shade shivered from where she was in the corner entertaining a few of Sweetie’s foals. They were already old enough to grasp basic concepts like object permanence, shapes and colors. Also, I could smell how much these foals were lighting a coal in Shade’s ovaries. She was getting hit on the breeding button hard, but was thankfully overwhelmed with giving the children attention to be overwhelmed by the need to act on it.

“This is a tradition and they won’t be here long.” Sweetie cheerfully insisted. The mare was actually a proper musician, a popular one. Unlike before when she was stuck just being a bard in taverns, in this reality she’s one of the most famous musicians on her home continent. I believe she had plans to move her big family out of her sister’s home soon since she had the funds to afford the space. “Scoots! I think your grandma is here!”

“Tell her to go back to sleep! Nana Loo had a long life!” Scootaloo called up the stairs and the ouija board moved on it’s own to spell something rapidly.

“She says to give her even more great grandfoals!” Sweetie cackled and got a lecherous gleam to her eyes as she got up and snapped her waistband. “Sorry girls, my dead step-nana just gave me an order.” The futa hurried downstairs and soon a pleased squeal echoed up before Rarity’s magic slammed the door shut and she huffed through her blush.

“Those two. I had felt so lonely in comparison before I remembered my relationship with you all.” Rarity teleported the sleepy children Shade had been entertaining away, possibly to bed. This Rarity was much better with her magic than the ‘old’ Rarity. “Now then, let us relax. Is Neethsi willing to spend time with us?”

“Yes, yes. I just needed a nap. My gosh. I’ve been alive for centuries and done so many things, but those rugrats just exhaust me. I don’t get how Sweetie and Scootaloo can shrug off the drain.” Neethsi huffed when she appeared from her Haven Bag, which had been put on the fireplace mantle away from curious little hands and warded against curious little horns.

“Well, they are their kids, not ours.” Shade chuckled with her eyes narrowed hungrily while her tail whipped about. “Speaking of which, I want some! I want babies of my own! Can we skip all of the formalities and just fuck like the horny bitches we are?” Shade begged with a wiggle.

“No. Bad.” I booped my ‘not genetically related’ sister on the nose. That was another thing. Thanks to the Dragon Break, I’m not related at all to Shade! I felt so frustrated yet relieved by this. It meant I wouldn’t have to be careful beyond the norm when it came to penetrating her or being penetrated by her.

“Besides, Beck is on and I want to rewatch it.” Rarity announced and turned on her dwarven TV. That’s right, TV. It was still relatively new and they just got color images down, but it’s a thing.

Shade pouted as she sat down on the couch next to Rarity, letting her horny scent stay as she wagged her tail. I rolled my eyes as I sat next to her and Neethsi sat on Shade’s lap. “Yes, let’s watch a tale of an ogre resisting Malacath’s edicts and seeking his own happiness.” Neethsi then swapped places with Shade somehow, letting the shorter reptile sit on her lap instead.

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“This is oddly refreshing.” Nocty sighed as she just sat on the couch and watched the primitive television the dwemer had developed. “Just, sit down, relax.”

“Better than getting swarmed by the masses.” Brennie remembered the moment they stepped onto Lilmoth’s streets. Everyone and their dog had surrounded them. The dwemer with their unending questions and thirst for knowledge, while everybody else expressed their gratitude and relief at seeing them.

“As the Prince of Shadows, I know exactly what you mean. I despise crowds, bright places, loud noises. Thank you for not dragging me out into the festivities.” Nocty leaned against Brennie’s side and nuzzled her cheek against the dracowolf’s own fluffy cheek.

“No worries. My siblings and people are taking care of all of that fluff.” Brennie chuckled as her people’s culture and traditions have only added more fun to the festival. Many were very curious about their ways and wanted them to express it for this occasion. “Anything you want to talk about? Or just chill?”

“Hm, your brother, Hunter. He can use Shadow Magic, can he not?” Nocty asked with a smile. Of course she would guess that.

“You knew, huh? Yeah, he can. Same with the rest of his faction.” Brennie snorted in amusement.

“They hide it very well, but I can tell they’re giving the thieves and assassins a run for their money. In a good way.” Nocty smiled since she could feel the competitive nature rising from her followers, even the respect they had for the Ghosts. “No wonder Dagon admires your lot.”

“I’m glad we could help expand people’s perceptions on things.” Brennie sighed contentedly as she hugged the Prince of Shadows.

“Tell me, would you call Mundus your home?” That question caught her off guard, but given everything she has been through during her time there, it was a good question.

“...Yes.” Brennie answered with a single, bloody tear streaming down her cheek. “I would call Tamriel my home. Mundus probably replaced Andromeda altogether, seeing as it and the Milky Way are collapsing under its own weight.”

“Then I’ll have you for however long you’ll have me.” Nocty purred and licked the tear of blood from Brennie’s cheek. “Hm, that tasted unusual.”

“My blood isn’t really ‘blood’ as most people would know it. I have a form of Argent in place of blood since I’m a Cybertronian. Y’know, the reason I’ve got glowing eyes and metal limbs?” Brennie held up her red metal hand and Nocturnal threaded her fingers with it.

“That explains why it was so different. Well then, let’s just enjoy each other’s company. I’m quite happy just quietly snuggling with you.” Nocturnal did so and they went back to watching Beck, which was a blatant Shrek clone in a different setting with different motivations, but a similar overall plot hook.

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Hello Dave. A sudden menu told me when it popped up in my face while I brushed my teeth. I may be an argonian, but I still have taste buds and morning breath is still nasty. You have been selected. Ugh, I just wanna finish waking up, couldn’t you wait a few...hours? Where am I?

“Uh, did a monster just pop up in the middle of the square while brushing its-her teeth?” Someone asked while looking down at my nightie-clad breasts with a vibrant blush. I think I should’ve kept on the silly pajamas instead of swapping into my sexy sleepwear.

“Is she another player? We do have a cat race we could have played.” Someone else muttered.

“But there was no expansion with such a race?” Another muttered as I kept brushing my teeth.

“Could the game have been updated? Well, again? This was all started by the Pioneer expansion, right?” Someone else asked and I spat my lathered foam from my mouth before using magic to summon water and rinse my mouth out with it.

“Well, that makes no sense. Who would even buy this game after all of us got trapped here?” Someone else asked and I sighed at them further confirming my suspicions.

“Still, that’s really lewd to wear in public and I didn’t even know the character customization allowed dimensions to be that exaggerated.” A girl commented and I snorted at her insecurity when she was rather pretty as it stood.

“Don’t die, remember we lose our memories everytime we die!” Someone shouted at somebody else leaving while I opened a small enchanted coin purse I kept in my cleavage for emergencies and used it to pull out my Haven Bag, which had emergency supplies in it that I could fish out.

“That's just a hoax!” The man running out of the ruined city square yelled back.

“Welp, I need to find out what the fuck is going on.” I grumbled and pulled out some pants and a tunic to put on over my nightie since it’s basically underclothes anyway. “Alright, where’s the thing I’ve gotta screw over?” Well Dave-. “Fuck off with that Dave shit, just give me an icon to follow. You have just as little patience as me from your snarky-ass tone so get on with it.” ...I like you.

The odd game-like HUD with menus suddenly highlighted and pointed out the nicest building in the square, so I went there and for some reason, people were shocked when I just waltzed in. “Um...hello? How may we help you?” The cute receptionist girl at the entry desk asked as I approached and like everyone else, her eyes were locked on my boobs.

Seriously, I get that I’m hot, but am I really so special? I’m so used to looking like this, so maybe I’m jaded, but eventually I became normal to people and it didn’t bother me. “I need to speak to someone named Shiroe apparently? My HUD is pointing me towards him.”

“You’re HUD is pointing you to him? We never had that...I think?” The receptionist was confused as she tapped at menus that I belatedly realized were in Japanese, which I belatedly realized everyone, including me were speaking. Since when did I understand Japanese? “I have messaged him. Normally there’s a vetting and waiting period, but you’re...unique.”

“I gathered that. I’m not from around here and the lack of non-human species is as much a shock to me in return.” I shrugged and enjoyed how the blond woman’s eyes watched my heaving hooters bounce in my tunic.

“Uh, we do have a cat race we play. What are you?” The girl asked with curiosity.

“I’m an Argonian. We’re a water-breathing disease and poison immune species that has a symbiotic relationship with sapient trees.” I informed her and she looked genuinely interested. Well, it’s normal to me by now, but I guess to people unfamiliar, I’m pretty interesting.

“Interesting, how did you come upon such a player race?” A robed mage asked, his glasses glared by sunlight. I also noticed what looked like a little girl next to him, though she was clearly much older than she looked.

“It’s called have my world devoured by Dark, get transformed by said Dark to prepare its next meal, wake up in a sac of hallucinogenic sap in the trunk of said sapient tree, then wake up days later from a fever dream as a sap-producing reptile woman.” I sarcastically huffed with my hands on my egg-bearing hips. “Now, you’re Shiroe. Why would I be abducted from my home by your sarcastic reference-spewing spiteful system admin?” Marry me? Shut up. Double marry me? Oh my gods.

“Oh...well, that’s quite the backstory you’ve developed. As for why you would have been directed to me, maybe you’re a POL designated by the system as a quest NPC.” The elf-eared human named Shiroe suggested and I felt my left eye twitch. “Oh, my quest log just lit up! This is a first. You’re attached to a quest.” Yes, please, get on with it! I love you. I will murder you! Yandere is scary-sexy! Now I know you’re just being an asshole!

While I was mentally arguing with the SysAd, the deceptively little girl was staring at my chest and patting her flat chest with clear and obvious breast envy. I’m sure she probably thinks I’m an air-headed bimbo to defend her insecurity. Honestly, if she’s done growing, I do feel bad for her. She’s basically a dwarf without the disproportionate head and limbs, thankfully.

“Yo, Shiroe, what-holy tits! Those are the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen! Such glorious gazongas! Not to mention the rest of her! She has hips for two women! Thighs thicc enough to put Chun-Li to shame! Not to mention even her tail is oddly sensual with how it helps frame her perfect ass!” Some dark-blond/brown haired guy in heavy plate armor declared when he approached while Shiroe, the girl and everyone else all looked disgustedly at him.

“Finally, someone with the courage to praise my beauty! Just for that, you get to touch~.” I winked at him and much to my surprised joy, he actually froze up and even had a nosebleed rocket launch him backwards in a dead faint. “That was hilarious. Please tell me he’ll do that every time I ask.”

“Probably.” Shiroe snorted and I chuckled in amusement.

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