New Legacy

Ch.16

“Why, am I, doing this~?” I whined in complaint as I dragged an anvil behind me that was tied to a rope with the other end around my waist while I pulled it through the training field in my anthro form.

“Because you need to work on your anthro form’s strengths and weaknesses too now that you’ve matured enough to have wings and fire breath in it.” Brom casually answered from where the unicorn walked alongside me. “While Eragon is recovering and Roran is getting set up with his own laboratory, I’m going to use the time to train you before I leave with Eragon and Arya.”

“Gee, thanks!” I snapped at him and continued to drag the mass of rusty iron behind me. It was relegated to this role because it was battered and rusted to the point of needing re-smelting. It’s just easier to repurpose the stupidly heavy mass of iron for this than to do that. What especially didn’t help was the fact it decided to rain last night, so the ground was soggy and kept trying to swallow the block of metal while I was digging my claws into the ground to move it.

“Your appreciation is noted. Ah, Lady Nasuada!” Brom’s greeting pulled my gaze from the wet ground in front of me to look up at the exotic beauty that was the zebra mare Nasuada. I knew in canon she was a firebrand of a woman who was originally perceived as meek from living in her father’s shadow and then reeling from his death, but to see her in full leather armor and practicing with daggers put into perspective that she wasn’t just some lady.

“Good day, Brom. It is always lovely to see you, even if I haven’t seen you since I was a child.” Nasuada smiled brightly and then her brown eyes moved to me. “You must be the dragoness Shimmer. I apologize for not meeting you sooner, but even before my father decided to dump his duties on me, I had plenty to keep me occupied.”

“It’s alright, you’re a proper Lady. True ladies have little free time they don’t schedule for.” I replied and she smiled.

“That is true. That said, I’m afraid that my time here is over and I need to get back to Tronjheim.” Nasuada sheathed her daggers and Brom promptly smacked my lower back with his rune-carved stave.

“Gah, fuck!” I snarled at him and got back to dragging the anvil before I noticed that Elric was praying at his altar nearby. The crystal flames began to turn black as he swayed back and forth as if in the throes of a mystic vision. For all I knew, he was having one. “Yow! Alright! Put the stick down before I burn it!” I growled and continued to put effort into the exercise meant to improve my forward movement strength.

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“I would’ve been much more eager if you had mentioned exercising in my anthro form will now carry over to my birth form since I’ve reached a stable stage.” I grumbled at Brom from where I was flopped on the moist grass, completely unconcerned with how filthy I was.

“Would you have pushed yourself too soon if I had?” Brom asked playfully and I whipped his hooves with my tail, still too tired and lazy to get up. “Now, now, get up. Laying there is a sure way to get stuck there if you let your muscles settle too quickly.”.

“He is right, you know.” A deep voice said as we looked at a Wyvern that had deep black scales which seemed to suck the light from the world around him. He looked like he was in peak condition to a point of ridiculousness. Not in a bad way. I mean, he’s an absolute hunk! I haven’t seen guys that swol outside of the bodybuilder pages in fitness magazines. I’m a woman with a healthy libido, don’t judge me!

“Ah, who are you, good sir? I haven’t seen a wyvern of your stature or intense scale definition in decades.” Brom questioned amiably. Wow, being in a relatively safe place has helped Brom calm down a lot.

“I am Darkeater Midir, though I’m not fully here. This is just an Avatar summoned by Elric to aid in this young one’s training.” Midir looked down at me and I choked, the sensation of immense weight pressing down on me almost crushed the air from my lungs before it let up. “Hm, so young. She has much to do for what I understand she is preparing for.”

Oh no, don’t tell me it’s a-!

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A few days of strenuous training worthy of a montage later, I was given permission to spend a day resting. I didn’t wake up until the afternoon when Orik splashed me with a bucket of water. Thankfully as a dragon, I’m resistant to temperature extremes, so the crisp cold water was more refreshing than a shock. “Sorry for the wake-up, lass. I was told to get you up so you didn’t go into hibernation or whatnot.”

“Thanks, Orik.” I groaned and sat up, my muscles still aching despite the rest. “I’ve made do with cold sponge baths or swimming in the nearby lake until now, but are there hot baths here? I’m afraid that indoor plumbing isn’t a thing elsewhere.” Yet another thing Roran was going to introduce to the world at large, but Tronjheim lacked the traditional privy and bucket method everywhere else in this world used.

I also wouldn’t really know since I’m a dragon. I just fly into the nearby wilderness to do my business since I’d rather have privacy and nice scenery if I can’t have the convenience of a modern flushing toilet.

“Ah, yes. We have had interior plumbing for centuries. It’s a necessity when you live underground. You don’t really have anywhere for the waste to go aside from the bowels of the earth. There are chasms in the deep with no visible bottom, not even to us with darkvision.” Orik informed me, while also confirming my theory that wargs had darkvision.

“Then may I request assistance finding a bath?” I asked him and he nodded, then I tried to get up and moaned in pain before laying back down. “Could you carry me?” My request caused the warg to blush brightly. Daw, wargs are so cute~!

“Th-that is a rather intimate thing yer askin’, lass.” Orik flustered and I rolled my eyes.

“Orik. I’m a mature young lady giving you permission to carry me. Most young strapping lads would practically pounce on me at the request. I trust you to do this because you’re a friend and a gentlewarg. I wouldn’t be adverse to you getting handsy, but that’s because I’m a bit of a strumpet.” I firmly told him and the warg uncomfortably knelt down and picked me up in a bridal carry, since he was only 4 feet tall and thus couldn’t put me in a fireman or princess carry.

“Hm, yer much lighter than I expected, lass.” Orik commented and I snorted in amusement.

“Really? With how big my bust and bottom are, along with how dense my muscles are becoming, I assume I’m quite heavy.” Thanks to Brom and Midir along with potions that Elric provided, my hard work these past few days had already yielded astonishing results. I wasn’t fat or anything before, but I’ve never had abs. I’m a scholar, yet I look like I went to the beach to participate in weight lifting competitions.

“Hm, it might be due to yer nature as a winged creature. Pegasi, hippogriffs and griffins all tend to be lighter due to hollow bones and whatnot. I wouldn’t know about wyverns or dragons, but that seems to be the case.” Orik theorized and I nodded in agreement while he carried me downstairs.

“That’s as sensible a reason as any. That or you’re deceptively strong. I thought wargs were exceptionally strong compared to most ponies.” I patted his shoulder where my arm was helping support me in the carry while my tail dragged on the floor behind him tiredly.

“That is true. Wargs work with the earth and its constituents. Even if it wasn’t a trait of our species, our society promotes it. That said, we have much use for baths since we’re scruffy folk getting coated in dirt all the time.” Orik jovially mentioned before he turned down a hall from the spiral stairwell that went from top to bottom of Tronjheim and we shortly found ourselves in a room full of copper bathtubs.

“Just put me in one, clothes and all. I’m too tired to get undressed.” I requested and Orik promptly did so. Once seated in one of the copper tubs, I turned on the hot water and sighed in relief as the scalding hot water soothed my scales and the heat penetrated into my sore body. “Ah~, I needed this…”

“Would madame like me to scrub her scales?” Orik joked when he held up both a bar of soap I knew was genuinely made from animal fats and scented with wildflower essence and a brush with a long handle.

“No, you’ve done that enough for me when I was in my larger form. I just want to soak for a while.” I closed my eyes and leaned against the rim of the round tub, allowing my body to relax. If not for the fact I was in a bath full of hot water, I’d have fallen straight asleep again.

“Heya, Shimmy!” I perked up and smiled with a look over at Diane, who had approached with towels and a similar bar of soap and a long-handled brush. “I haven’t seen you since you dropped in and stole Katrina away to blow her mind with tail-sex.” The way Diane so casually mentioned that was both incredibly embarrassing and amusing, since it caused Orik to sputter.

“I’ll be leaving ye to yer privacy, ladies.” He left the soap and brush on a tray and hook on the lip of the tub. I then turned my sight away from the retreating warg and sputtered myself when Diane shucked off her tunic and climbed into my already full bath, overflowing the water and she began brushing a bar of soap to work up a lather.

“D-Diane. Why didn’t you use another tub?” I asked while staring at her generous bosom.

“Because this one’s already drawn, silly! Why waste water when you can double up? Besides, you’re all icky and need help out of those wet clothes before we can get squeaky clean. Especially you! I wanna see your shiny scales shimmer like your name and squeak when rubbed against!” Diane cheerfully proclaimed and I meekly protested when she pulled off my tunic and pants with a shocking ease.

“D-Diane. I’m not exactly comfortable with-.” Katrina suddenly appeared at the edge of my vision and I squeaked when she too slid into the spacious copper tub already nude, leaving me in close hot steamy quarters with two naked beautiful and busty mares. “Katrina?!”

“Oh~ these things are so wonderful. I wish we had baths like this back in Carvahall.” Katrina lamented and Diane nodded emphatically in agreement. “So, how are you feeling, Shimmer? I haven’t been able to properly spend time with you with me being stuck tending to Roran’s rapidly developing living space and you turning yourself into a warrior.”

“F-fine! Just fine!” My breasts had already engorged slightly into F-cups from being in such an arousing situation. I understand this is all platonic right now, but one of them I’m in an intimate relationship with and the other is quite beautiful and attractive in personality too.

“Oo~ she’s got it hard for you, Kat! Her boobies are all puffed up.” Diane teased me with a poke of my left breast and I squeaked with a smack at the offending finger. Great! Now my tits are tingling again!

“Don’t be mean, Diane. She’s still new to her body’s behaviors. Trust me, Shimmer, when I experienced my first heat, my breasts swelled to the point they were nearly larger than my head. They still do when I’m either beyond aroused or in heat, so you’re not the only endowed female who gets distractingly fecund in the bosom during moments of intense desire.” Katrina kindly told me, but by this point I was covering my eyes and wishing I was invisible.

“So, this is normal?” I mewled uncomfortably with a peek down at my beautiful breasts. I may not lactate according to Brom, but that wasn’t their purpose for dragons or wyverns. It was to attract mates and they acted as extra flame-sacs so a female could breathe fire longer than would be expected. A defensive mechanism from long ago so females would have more fire available to defend their nests in small spaces.

“Yeppers! It’s perfectly fine if you get a bit extra-busty now and then. It’s like our version of a guy’s erection. Don’t even think you get especially huge. Marble gets enormous when she’s keyed up. Almost as big as a mare’s pregnant belly!” Diane boasted and I blushed hotly at imagining meek Marble Pie pinned to the floor by such massive tits. Oh no~! I’m getting more aroused! No fair, Diane!

“Diane.” Katrina sneered with a warning tone and Diane pouted before soaping up her bouncy DD-cup bust. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up. I’m not sorry for how good it ends up feeling since you’re so aroused already.” Katrina then touched my breasts and I gasped before moaning as how incredibly good her soapy hands felt rubbing over my bosom.

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Guh~ I’m so horny and cunt-blocked right now~! That bath was relaxing and soothing, but it also riled me up and now I’m both shiny and squeaky-clean. No, really, my scales squeak when I rub them! I had no clue my scales were so smooth in this form. At least I can have some privacy to rest and recover once I reach the Dragonhold-.

“Well, aren’t you an interesting sight.” A huge dragon said within the Dragonhold. I yelped at the sight of him and he chuckled at me from where he took up half of the hold. “I think it is time to teach you aerial combat.”

“B-but today is my rest day!” I protested and the dragon who spoke with Midir’s voice, thus being Midir, snorted in derision.

“Brom gave you a rest day from him. I did not agree to such. So now that you’re loosened up and rested, you’ll be in perfect shape to practice more advanced flying maneuvers.” Midir said in reply and I mewled pathetically at my rest day being a rest half-day.

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“I can’t believe you expect me to do those kinds of moves with my Rider on my back.” I grumbled in exhaustion after Midir had decided he was done tormenting me and we’d returned to the Dragonhold. People were astonished at the presence of Midir, but he had to let them down on the notion that he was here to help save the lands from Sombra.

“Dragons are not partnered with a Rider in my realm. Certainly there are dragons who willingly act as transport for smaller creatures, but none have a dedicated carry-on companion. Take what I’ve taught you and adapt it.” Midir used a wing to point at my left wing. “Your wings are more suited to advanced aerial maneuvers than most dragons. Use it to your advantage.”

What Midir was referencing was that since I’d matured, my formerly leathery wings had adopted ‘sceathers ‘ or scale-feathers, like Saphira in the film had. Brom mentioned that only one in five dragons had them and were all naturally adept at flying. They were also quite beautiful, catching light like my scales. Saphira was fairly envious of me for having the ‘prettier’ wings. “I will, but it sounds like you’re not going to stick around.”

“I’m not. I am a powerful entity of my homeworld, I need to keep the Dark in check under the guidance of Luna. Time travel is something people in my realm can do if needed, but I’d rather avoid it. Besides, Elric will be travelling north with Brom. It is his duty to travel the lands and get to know the natives. He can’t do that staying in one place forever.” Midir nodded respectfully at me and then without further fanfare, sank in a pool of inky blackness that vanished rapidly.

“Oh...wait...then what will I do?” Brom will be gone, Elric will be gone, Saphira and Eragon will be gone...it just hit me. I will be utterly spoiled for choice of what to do the moment they leave. I don’t know if I should be happy to have some freedom of choice, or sad that it came from my friends and sister leaving.

“Well, my heart, maybe you should try to progress your knowledge?” Roran said when he entered the Dragonhold from the stairwell. He was wearing a full blacksmith’s apron paired with a tough long-sleeved tunic and trousers, all covered in soot. “Also, the Wargs love my steam drill and are demanding me to make more.”

“Teach them how to do it so they don’t bother you for just the one thing.” I lectured despite knowing quite well that was exactly what he did. I got plenty of enjoyment watching through his senses as he took the most interested of the crafters aside and directly explained the process.

“I know. I think I’ve led the wargs on the path towards Mass Production already. Armour and swords are starting to be made at rates I’ve never seen. Higher quality still needs personal touches, but the foot soldiers are getting quilty armor in mass.” Roran said with a satisfied sigh.

“All the better. Remember that it was the war machine of World Wars 1 and 2 that really caused the United States to become a major manufacturer for most of the twentieth century. At least until they became lazy and fat and let other countries do all the production for them.” I reminded him and he nodded.

“I’m certain the wargs as a society are a bit too proud of their crafts to drop them and let other people do it for them. However, I can’t say the same for ponies. Just look at the strained relationship between the Broddring Empire and Surda. They’re just waiting to kill one another, yet most Surdan citizens are just fine with letting Imperial goods into the country and only produce regional goods that nobles in the Empire want.” Roran grumbled and I snorted.

“They’re two nations on the constant brink of war, but they aren’t the U.S.A and China. That’s besides the point. Back on topic, what do you mean? The wargs won’t let me into their library, especially since they know I’m a scholar, doubly since I’m a dragon. I doubt I can learn anything outside of what little they’ll let me know verbally.” I’ve been milking Orik for info constantly and have learned barely more than what I already knew.

“Well then, since that’s the case, why not spend time with Nasuada? She’s our new employer even if we’re not being paid. She doesn’t seem to have many friends and she seems intelligent enough for you to appreciate her company.” Roran reasoned and I genuinely considered it.

With Katrina stuck with her wifely duties even though she’s not married to Roran yet, Arya and Saphira are going north, then Diane was planning to return to Surda after arranging things for the former villagers of Carvahall with Nasuada. I might be best off making friends with the future Queen. Katrina was still shy around me ever since our impassioned bout of sex and I wanted to give her time to come to terms with her feelings.

“Alright. It’s not like I’ll have much else to do besides practice my spear forms or something.” Which got all screwy thanks to my anthro form sprouting wings. It was difficult enough to learn around a long and thick tail, but now I had two big beautiful appendages sticking out of my shoulder blades. Brom had nothing to help me there, since he didn’t have wings of his own.

“Then at least you won’t be moaning into my mind about how bored you are.” Roran cheekily teased me and I leered down at him. I did that one time in Teirm when I had no students for a few days and it wasn’t a weekend.

“Be careful, Roran. I might suddenly find myself quite tired of everything and need to vent on you in the near future.” I warned him and then curled up around myself to settle in for a long, deep sleep. I ate a wild Feldûnost earlier and I was ready to sleep it and my exhaustion away.