New Legacy

Ch.14

“Unf, oh~...” I mewled as Katrina rubbed my shoulder blades. “Thanks so much, Katrina.”

“It’s no problem. Sorry I’m not comfortable with being more intimate than a massage right now.” Katrina apologized for the umpteenth time while she used her strong hands to mold my stressed muscles like an artisan from where she was sitting on my butt and tail to really get at my back.

“Again, I’m the one who’s so-mm~...” I hummed and lamented my bed of straw for being not as soft as I thought in my anthro form. Which still didn’t have wings, so I wasn’t yet matured enough to carry them over from my birth form. “I still can’t stop thinking about you that way though.” The buff and shapely earth pony was a wonderful person.

“I know. You and Roran share your hearts and minds. I’m not surprised that you love me at least as much as he does. I’ll be able to properly return your affection someday, just not now.” Katrina promised and I mewled sadly. “Dear gosh, your arms are so tight. You must’ve really pushed yourself the past few days with all the running in your dragon form.”

“You don’t know the half of it, Kat.” I groaned and then muttered unpleasant things when Orik returned. I like the guy, but I wish he wasn’t here to see me nude and pancaking my boobs for this massage. This was supposed to be an intimate moment with Katrina. “Hey, Orik.”

“Ah, I’ll leave you two alone.” Orik covered his eyes and the warg retreated politely.

“Such a gentlewarg.” Katrina giggled and continued to work down my back until she reached my buttocks. “Um...is it okay if I…?” I perked up excitedly and nodded before feeling her shift back and I made sure to drag the top of my tail along her groin, which was made easier since she’d removed her trousers before losing her nerve. “Eep! D-don’t do that!”

“You can’t reach the whole of my butt with my thicc tail in the way~.” I playfully reasoned as I pressed the underside of my tail along her torso, between her tunic-covered breasts and even twined the end around her neck-unf! Ah, my heart is pounding! Just the act of wrapping my tail around her neck is, holy shit. I’m heating up, my core is filling with need. “Ah, K-Kat. Sorry. Instinct.” I unwrapped my tail from her neck and she moved it down to let me coil it around her waist.

“I-its fine.” Katrina stammered and ran her hands along my tail, which made me moan and pant. “Sorry! Pulling a pony’s tail causes arousal, I shouldn’t have done that.” Katrina then put her hands on my booty and instead of pressing in, she groped me and I keened at the spike of arousal. “Oh gods, w-what is going on? I feel so hot.”

“T-touch me more, Kat! I want to feel you!” I pleaded and she groaned before pulling my tail from her waist and hugging it between her breasts-. “Oh~ w-what are you doing~?” I mewled and looked back through my horny haze to see the beautiful copper-maned mare sucking on the tip of my tail, which was sending tingles up my spine that made me shudder in pleasure.

“I don’t know. I just…” Katrina licked my tail and I moaned, shifting my pelvis needily. I knew I got pleasure from tail-yiffing, but since that involved my lady bits I didn’t know how many pleasure receptors were in my tail. “I suddenly feel like I’m in heat and you smell and taste so good!”

“P-probably pheromone bullshit or something. All I know is I want you. Take me, Kat.” I pleaded and the mare rolled me onto my back before she pounced and mashed our tits together as we made out and fondled each other’s butts. I didn’t hesitate to bring my prehensile tail up and dive under her knickers, causing her to squeal into my mouth from the penetration of her sex.

“Oh~! Deeper Shimmer, deeper!” Kat begged and humped against my tingling tail, which I obliged by shoving as much into her that her body would take. “Ahn~! Yes! Fuck me Shimmer! Fuck me!” I kissed her to silence her demands and drove my tail in and out of her like how I did when I did it to myself, which shortly sent my eyes rolling back.

“Oh, oh fuck~!” I spasmed, my vagina spasming from my first genuine tailgasm, which I never imagined could be a thing until now. My writhing within her caused Katrina to follow me into ecstasy before she collapsed against me and we were left a pair of panting lovers coming down from cloud nine. “Thank you, Katrina…”

“Sorry again. I don’t know what came over me.” Katrina apologized, but the way her core flexed around my tail said she wasn’t very sorry. “Mm, it’s harder and smoother than Roran, but it doesn’t have a flare and leaves me feeling a bit unfulfilled even if I did climax. I could do this again though.” Katrina smooched my cheek. “Mind if we stay like this a bit? Roran and I always wait until he goes soft.”

“Well, my tail isn’t going to get any less firm.” I snorted in amusement and licked my chops. “However, my tail is much bigger when I’m in my birth form.” I purred and Katrina snorted in amusement.

“Shimmer, your tail is as thick as a small tree trunk in your dragon form. I’ll pass.” Katrina then groped my breasts and I moaned. “Besides. I’ve grown to appreciate this form from all of the nights spent sleeping in the same bed.” She kissed my jaw and I bit my lip.

“Unless you want a second go, please stop.” I felt weird. My breasts were all tingly. I’ve fondled myself plenty of times in my private moments, but somehow her attention was making them-.

“Alright, have you two had your fun?” Brom asked with a surprisingly playful tone and Katrina jumped up so quickly that my tail was yanked out of her still-clothed crotch and left to slap on the floor while we both looked at Brom in abject horror. “Oh please, I’m old enough to have seen almost every sentient race of Alagaesia do the deed.”

“It doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.” I muttered from where I was still laid on the floor and covering the nips of my tingly boobs with my hands.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Your passions ran high, you’re both consenting adults, there’s nothing wrong with what just occurred. However, you’re supposed to be in your birth form, young lady.” Brom chided me and I pouted up at him before I transformed and Katrina yelped from suddenly being seated on my strong draconic chestplate.

“Because I won’t mature when in my anthro form, I know.” My tail is still tingling. Do guys feel lingering sensations in their penises after intercourse like this? Is it normal? I’d ask Brom, but I’m too embarrassed to ask now. “So, what all is happening? I can only assume you’re here to update me on events.”

“You would be correct. With Arya arriving, the Elks now have a proper representative to broker deals regarding the services of the two new Riders. You may be expected to be heroes, but politicians will of course forget that not everyone has noble intentions without need for compensation.” Brom rolled his eyes and sat down at the table while Orik returned with a few buckets on a carrying pole.

“Well, Riders need to make a living too, don’t they?” Katrina questioned after straightening her tunic, which aside from some sweat stains was just fine. Her tunic was also low enough to cover her down to her upper thighs while she bent over to pick up her trousers, which she’d taken off to more comfortably sit on me for the massage. This gave me a delicious view of her heart-shaped ass and I purred in appreciation, which made her blush and glare back at me.

“Back in the day, the Riders attained most of their wealth and sovereignty from donations and trade deals. You’d be surprised how much money Riders made acting as a courier service.” Brom wistfully said with a sad smile and his eyes gazing off into the middle distance as he retrieved his pipe.

“Really?” I asked before I shook myself once I was properly upright. Not a moment later, Saphira landed in the Dragonhold moments before Eragon and Roran came up the stairs. “Well, what’s the rub?” At my question, the two Riders looked at each other before turning to us, their dragons.

“It isn’t official, but it’s been decided that Saphira and I will continue to further our training with the Elks, since as a pegasus I have natural dexterity that Elkish training would enhance.” Eragon announced and I could see the logic, but...I looked at Roran and he shook his head.

“I’ll be remaining here. I greatly enjoy the wargs and their design philosophies. I also believe that here is where my goals of bringing about an industrial and scientific revolution can begin. That Peppy character has already started something with his clever contraptions.”

“So we won’t be going to the Elks? Won’t they be mad about that?” I asked in worry with a look at Brom, since he was still our official representative.

“They’ll certainly raise a fuss, but they can’t be greedy since now that there’s two Riders and Dragons, you can be exchanged between the alliances more fairly. As it stands, I agree that Eragon would greatly benefit from learning from the Elks while Roran would benefit more from remaining here. Especially with that wily mind of his.” Brom appraised and I felt pride in my Rider’s ability to absorb my knowledge and take it further.

“Peppy complete Elevator! Ahahahaha!” My puppy's voice came echoing from the stairwell.

“From what I saw of it, it’s a rudimentary Paternoster lift powered by a crank. If he could power it, it’d be more efficient, but now the center of Tronjheim has a passenger elevator.” Roran commented before gesturing to Eragon.

“Anyway, the Yaks have started tunneling, so we’re shoring up our defenses. Strangely, Elric has demanded to hold an entrance by himself.” Eragon told us with a look of confusion. “He’s also offered to teach me sword fighting since I’ve graduated according to Brom. I’m already rather good at it and the Elks will be training me in that as well, so I declined since I’ll need more time now to practice my magic before the yaks break through.”

“I’m actually better with magic than Eragon, so instead I’ll be training more in martial skills with the wargs. I may be nearly twice their height, but their weapon designs suit me and it’s not difficult to scale them up.” Roran reasoned, which made sense to me. While I understood what he was saying while using the Ancient Language, I still couldn’t believe the tricks he’d figured out with it compared to Eragon. However, he was more of an enchanter than a mage.

The fact he figured out how to inscribe a charged spell into a piece of paper and Brom was dumbfounded by it told me he was genuinely a pioneer in magic, but he was more a stallion of science. “That’s reasonable.” I looked at my sister and we connected, sharing feelings of sadness and longing even though we weren’t separating yet. “Well, let’s get prepared. We’ll need to be measured for armor.”

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“Is this an Aluminum alloy?” I asked in a good measure of shock. The armor that had been strapped all over me was surprisingly light. “How did you discover Aluminum?” I looked over at the smiths and armourers who had been fitting the armor on me while Roran looked through one of his science journals for the details of Bauxite and how to retrieve Aluminum from it.

“Well, we wargs have always been good with earthen materials, but Alum was introduced to us by a unicorn scholar the Varden contracted decades ago. It’s as simple as dissolving it in acid in a heated pressurised container and then retrieving the metals by zapping a metal rod of Alum dipped into the acid. We still don’t get all of the metal though, so we’ve been storing the slag for reprocessing in the future whenever we figure out how to pull nearly all of it.” One of the smiths answered proudly.

“Don’t forget we also get bits of pure iron from the process. Not as much as Alum, but enough to be worthy as a side-source of iron.” Another smith brought up before Roran cheered when he found the entry.

“You’ve been using a rudimentary Bayer Process! You’re very close, but your tools are limiting your yields. However, aluminum may be light, but it’s not very durable unless in thick castings. How is it useful in armor? Are you using it as the base form and then plating it in steel?” Roran’s question caused every warg to perk up and their tails to wag. They’re so cute~!

“Yes! That is exactly the method! It creates lighter yet sturdy armor just as able to take a blow and using far less iron and steel. Leaving more of the harder metals for weapons. You still can’t go wrong with good steel for chainmail or scale mail, however.”

I immediately left Roran to talk shop with the wargs. I knew all of this from my general studies and they answered my question, so instead I focused on moving around and getting used to the armor, while nearby Saphira was doing the same. “It chafes a bit. I don’t like it.” Saphira complained to me, likely in private since nobody commented.

“Sister, this armor will likely save your life in the battle to come. You must learn to adapt.” I was thankful that the wargs hadn’t added any ostentatious decorations to the armor. At least not yet. This was the first stage of it’s shaping. After seeing how it fits, they’ll adjust it and then finish it. I hope they don’t paint or dye it, that’d make it heavier.

“I feel like I’m trapped in a net I’ve willingly climbed into for some gods-awful reason.” Saphira grumbled and shimmied her body, which suddenly drew my attention and the tingling in my tail from earlier that still persisted suddenly intensified with how her tail was writhing. “S-sister? What is that smell?” I tore my gaze from her tail to look into her blue eyes and they dilated a bit with a deep sniff in my direction. “Sister, you smell so sweet…”

“S-Saphira. Remain calm.” I backed away with her approaching me and sniffing deeply. “Saphira! You’re making a scene!” My plea towards her pride snapped my sister from her sudden infatuation with my scent and she tapped her armored snout against mine.

“I believe I understand now. Let’s get out of these damned burdensome armours and speak of this in the Dragonhold.” Saphira approached the smiths and armourers. “It chafes around my wings a bit and the peytral cinches at the base of my neck. Otherwise it is good.”

“Mine has a similar problem with the peytral. Our chests are bigger than you thought, boys.” I teased the wargs who all laughed at my bawdy humor. “Now, we’re going to transform to quickly get out of these suits, if you have issues with nudity, cover your eyes.”

“Aye, Orik warned us ahead of time. Just roll onto your backs and then transform, we’ll turn away.” One of the several multi-colored braid-bearded doggos declared and they turned around while Saphira and I got on our backs and then transformed-.

Holy shit! My tits! I groped my extremely tender G-cup tits! Holy fuck! I’m so horny! “I still have my wings!” Saphira cheered and brought my attention to her in time to see her flap her wings. Unlike me, she was still an E-cup. That changed when she looked at me and her eyes dilated, she sniffed deeply in my direction, then her bust practically surged forth to match mine. “Oo~. Sister…”

“Transform back!” I yelped and used my wings -holy shit I have wings in this form now too- to fly out of the armor left clattered to the floor and then changed back. I ran and looked back to see my sister chasing me playfully in her own birth form. “Sister! Have some restraint!” I pleaded, my body hot and tingling in a way I’ve never felt before. I’ve been horny, I’ve had sex, but I’ve never needed it more than now!

“Restraint is for the meek or the cowardly! I will charge headlong into this with abandon!” Saphira keened excitedly and I took flight once in Tronjheim’s main chamber to reach the stairs of the Dragonhold. I ran up the large stairwell and opened my wings to fly, only to whine when Saphira pounced on me from behind and tumbled with me to the floor. “Show me! I desire nothing less than to ravish you and be ravished!”

Yay-I mean, No~!

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I awoke from my slumber with a mental nudge from Roran. I was tangled in a snuggle with Saphira, both of us reeking of a spicy and savory scent that both interested me yet grossed me out. I’m also very hungry and thirsty. I moved to gently extricate myself from my sister’s legs and tail with a shudder from how one of her foreclaws trailed on my tail in her sleep.

Hot damn that was intense. I never imagined making love to a non-anthro dragoness as a non-anthro dragoness. It was rather awkward for us both, but instinct and long tails and tongues prevailed. “Shimmer, I know you’re tired and hungry from your tryst with Saphira, but come back down to the forges. The wargs have finished your armor.”

“I can’t just come down there! I reek of sex! I need a quick bath first.” I huffed at my Rider and nudged my sister’s snout with my own. “Sister, wake up. If they have my armor ready, then your armour is certain-.” I went silent when Saphira lovingly nuzzled the tip of her snout to mine, causing a surprisingly pleasant tingle to shoot down my spine and I crooned.

“I will join you first for a bath. Perhaps we can do that again?” Saphira leered her eyes at me hungrily and I gulped nervously.

“N-not in public…” I shyly protested and Saphira haughtily laughed in my mind as she stood.

“The prudes simply cannot handle two beautiful females enjoying each other. Very well, I will refrain from annihilating their sensibilities with your cries of pleasure.” Saphira smirked boastfully at me and I huffed smoke in annoyance.

“That’s only because I’m just as much of a virgin with this body as you! If we went at each other in our anthro forms, I’d have you wrapped around my left pinky!” I declared and Saphira growled eagerly at me as she pressed her powerful chest against mine, our necks curving to still allow our snoots to boop. I’m sure we look like a cutesy heart or something.

“Then show me, if not now, then as soon as possible.” Saphira purred and I pressed a claw to her chest to push her back slightly.

“You’re on! I’ll make what we just did seem like the fumbling first time it was!” I stated before whirling about and making sure to whack her chest with my tail. “Now come on miss stinky! We both need to wash up.”

“Agreed. While I enjoy your musk, the stench after is rather repugnant.” Saphira then took flight and I did too, but our levity ceased when, in the late evening light, the torches of a long procession of yaks became visible from the western slopes of the mountains.

They weren’t waiting for tunnels.

“Roran!” I urgently relayed my vision to him. “The yaks are climbing over the mountains! They aren’t waiting to try and match the wargs underground!” I can’t remember if this is canon or not! This feels like the battle as portrayed in the film! Oh no, please don’t let Durza fly in on a shadow-dragon thing!

“Get down here now! We need you armored up and ready, post-coitus stink or not!” Roran demanded and I about-faced, diving into the Dragonhold and then down the staircase, flying through the main chamber down to the tunnel that led to the forges in well under half the time it’d taken to go the other way. I just hope I’m ready.