New Legacy

Ch.22

I’m not sure how long it’s been inside of Roran’s Inventory. I’ve eaten dozens of times, slept dozens of times and read my former life’s biography, which was both brief and pathetic. I didn’t achieve much in my former life, but I faintly remember along with Roran’s insistence on it in the writing, that my former life was not miserable. How could that be when Milly, I, had not found love or deep and profound friendship as I have now?

Whatever caused my death and rebirth, I am thankful for it. However, I must ensure that I bring Peppy into my care once Hrothgar’s deal with my little boy to provide his odd mechanical savantry to his clan expires in a few years time. He was all that kept Milly, me, from becoming a depressed and potentially suicidal wreck of a lonely woman. I owe him at least that much.

Anyway, I’m now just floating about this weightless space in my base form, my limbs cradling my gigantic pregnant swell like it was a boulder. I don’t think getting this incredibly big is normal. I won’t complain, however. Despite how lonely and boring it was to be in here for so long without company, the Inventory was peaceful and cozy.

My loneliness was interrupted from my mind being nudged by Roran. “Shimmer, head to my, uh, groin. Be ready to leave the storage space.” Roran nervously told me and I sent back assurances that I would not molest him, which he was on the fence about. I had all this time to take advantage of his maleness being exposed to this space whenever he wasn’t naked and I did not out of respect. He was both grateful and disappointed much to my amusement.

I transformed into my anthro form, which was well and truly immobile with a belly the size of a storage shed and breasts as big as beach balls. Thank goodness that Boone gave me the boon that is the Navel Pearl and Nipple Studs which rapidly shrunk me down to being as skinny and flat-chested as possible before I ‘flew’ towards Roran’s bait and tackle.

I poked his scrotum to let him know I was here and shortly his hand appeared from the ether. I took it and he pulled me into the light of a private room. He was also seated on the bed, so I could crawl out of his oddly elastic trousers with the sheets. “Is it safe?” I asked my Rider worriedly after I turned to look at him, only to perk up and squeal happily before jumping from the bed and tackling my sister in a hug. “Saphira~!”

“Goodness, was the news that you were egg-laden just hearsay?” Saphira questioned with a bemused look at my skinny and flat-chested body before she took a deep whiff and her wings twitched with her eyes wide. “Goodness. You smell like before when we shared pleasure, only instead it’s more.”

“I am bearing eggs, sister. Look.” I put my hands to the sides of my flat tummy and then urged my Navel Pearl to reveal a portion of burden, swelling outwards until I was cradling a belly big enough for a mammal to be bearing triplets and my breasts grew until I had boobs the size of basketballs resting atop said belly and forcing my chin to lift a bit.

“Goodness, are you large. I hope you’re okay.” I turned my attention to the voice of Eragon and my voice caught in my throat. He was taller, unnaturally so. His body was already athletic, but now he was as tall as Roran at 7 feet of height. His wing was back too. I couldn’t miss the small antlers on his head though. It seems canon has struck again, turning the former pegasus into a half-elk of sorts.

“She is actually many times this size. We’re hoping Brom has input on her condition.” Roran spoke up and I was going to say something, but again I was silenced when a regal, almost ceiling-scraping figure ducked into the room. He was an elk with large and prominent antlers that nearly reached the ceiling. His gray eyes pierced me as if I were mere paper.

“This is unprecedented fortune. It would seem that Shimmer is quite fertile. I do hope you’ve been feeding her well.” The elk said to Roran, who worriedly rubbed my side and I crooned at the contact with my Rider.

“She’s been eating whole pigs for every meal three times a day. The castle’s larder is weeping.” Roran jested and I nodded while rubbing my belly as Saphira did the same with awe and envy.

“Considering what I sense is quite a massive brood within her, I hope that is enough. I have not seen a dragoness so laden with eggs in centuries. You bear within you the first of a new generation of dragons, young Shimmer. Should we succeed against Sombra or even if we simply stall him long enough for future generations to overcome him, you will be praised in song and poetry for your contributions to the future.” The elk regally stated and I looked away bashfully.

“Aw, I didn’t do anything other than obey my body’s demands and have someone able to help me.” I couldn’t help the odd feeling of pride his words filled me with. “You’re...Oromis, right? The last official Rider of the old order remaining?”

“Indeed. Brom’s words on your foreknowledge shine true. I apologize for him not being present at this time, but he’s immediately taking young Spike and Twilight to heel and drilling them.” Oromis approached me and held a hand towards my hot scales. “May I?”

“Of course!” I chirped and enjoyed his incredibly silky touch on my belly. Tension that I hadn’t noticed before was fading from Oromis’ shoulders and his cold, impassive expression softened. It is such a shame that the cold and emotionless face seemed to be the default for elks. When Arya smiled or made any expression besides indifference it was quite stunning to see.

“You carry the future within you, young Shimmer. We’ll help ensure your clutch is well cared for.” Oromis said with a soft smile, which suddenly raised my hackles.

“W-what do you mean by that?” I asked worriedly and Oromis paused in his stroking of my womb and moved back a respectful distance.

“Ah. I had assumed you’d be willing to allow us to scour our people for those your hatchlings would bond to. Simply waiting for the right person takes far too long as poor Saphira can attest. That was with the efforts of allowing as many to meet her as possible.” Oromis clarified and I mewled with a look between my boobs at my belly.

“That is true. I don’t want them to spend possibly decades or even a century waiting for their Rider, their partner, their other half.” I rubbed my sides worriedly and bit my lip. “I...I can’t just let you take my eggs. I can’t trust you with their safety, no offense.”

“Considering what happened with Saphira’s egg and our past failings, I cannot blame your distrust.” Oromis’ demeanor became stony, clearly displeased with my decision, but I wasn’t done.

“I’d be willing to go for that if I was part of the security detail.” I looked at Roran, who looked at the other two Riders in the room.

“Hm...I am afraid that I am not suited to frontline combat anymore, so I would be the one traveling with the eggs east and then north. That would allow me to train you as well as young Saria and Nuanen. I’ve taught Eragon quite a bit and Saphira has learned much from Glaedr. I believe they will progress further in their training with Brom here.” Oromis considered aloud and I nodded-.

“Well isn’t she a sexy sight.” A darker furred Elk cow said and Oromis stiffened. “Hello Oromis, are my oh so proud cousins still weeping over their lizards?”

“What is a Caribou doing here?” Oromis demanded when he stood between the new arrival and me.

“Oi, we’ve been allies with the wargs for centuries since we share the Underdark with them. With war on the doorstep, we’ve sent representatives to uphold our interests. As a whole we still don’t care for your lizards. Although, Unf~.” this ‘Caribou’ said while she raked her eyes over me and rubbed her groin. “If this is what we split over, my ancestors took immortality for granted.”

“Wait, where have you been then? I thought the wargs just dumped their waste into the abyss.” Roran questioned in confusion and I had to agree. We saw none of these ‘caribou’ the whole time we’d been in Tronjheim

“We don’t exactly have much need to go even that far to the surface. As for the waste, well, there are mushroom creatures in the Underdark that greatly appreciate the nutrients.” The cow then looked back at Oromis. “Anyway, the wargs made a bargain with us. We help on their side of the war against this somber character and we get blueprints to new technology that will help us keep the driders and other beasts out of our cities better.”

“The Elk have not heard from you all in 1000 years. You’ve isolated yourselves-

“Even more than you Elk have? We at least don’t take up precious space that the surface dwellers could use and have a treaty with the Wargs. Dragons attack their cities, we come fight. Even if they are allies now, remember that the dragons warred with the wargs long before either of our races came to this continent from across the sea.” The cow then licked her lips with a lecherous look at me and I felt like I was back on that ship again with the sailors.

“I believe it best if the wargs finally join the Rider Pact after all of this. No one or two races should hold such power over all others.” Eragon declared and everyone turned their attention on him while I shrunk my assets down and retrieved some clothes. It feels like I’ve been naked for several days.

“Does that include Caribou? Yaks? What about Zebras and Changelings?” The cow demanded and Eragon shrugged with a nod.

“From what I’ve learned and come to understand, each of the sapient races of this land may be different, but we are all united in the same things. We hold our own thoughts and feelings, dreams and needs. Who are we to declare that a whole species is unfit to be Riders simply by the actions of their ancestors? For all we know, the yaks may well not be as hopeless as they were in the past. They haven’t swept over us all from the Spine, have they?” Eragon reasoned and I decided to butt in now that my butt was covered.

“Actually, that is the route you chose in another potential future, Eragon, where you were the only Rider to directly oppose Sombra and live.” I mentioned, causing all three Riders and Saphira to stiffen. “However, our odds are looking much better this time around. Even without Roran and I here, I’m sure things will go well.”

“Such optimism. I hope it holds water. Bye Oro~, I’ll be seeing you around~.” The unnamed caribou winked at him and sauntered out, sending her short skirt armor swaying with her hips.

“So, what’s the story between you two? Obviously you know each other.” I brought up before the topic could change in another direction. Oromis looked genuinely agitated and it was fairly refreshing to see an elk so off-center.

“That was Umrae, known to our people as She-Who-Thirsts. She’s an unrepentant pinnacle of her people’s debaucherous ways. Watch yourself, Shimmer, or you’ll find yourself sharing a bed with her. I know that look she gave you.” Oromis sneered and turned to leave, only to spasm and lean against the doorframe.

“Master!” Eragon rushed to Oromis to help him with his seizure and I sighed with a rub of my deceptively flat tummy. Things just keep getting more complicated.

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“As inappropriate as it is for you to have ended up like this at this time, I must admit that your pheromones are so strong that I almost reacted.” The incredibly handsome 8-foot tall burnished golden dragon with a missing left arm commented when I approached him with Saphira out in the courtyard, which had unofficially been claimed as the Varden’s training grounds since Surda’s troops still needed their own training fields outside the city.

“It’s not exactly my fault that I instinctively called on the only male that was not absianting from sex. I had thought spike was a Wyvern, he was even saying he didn’t think I could get pregnant, but that was just him making excuses for both of us.” I looked up at my mate, who was clearly exhausted, but with Brom and Twilight on his back with Brom screaming audibly at them both, it seemed he wasn’t going to be done too soon.

“Yes, while I got stuck with Master Glaedr the Chaste.” Saphira huffed and pouted at me while I stuck my tongue out at her and Glaedr huffed a long-suffering sigh.

“Females, even now they are still the same. Right, well, since you are egg-laden I cannot properly train you right now. That does not mean that you can get out of lessons on how to support your Rider more than emotionally or on the battlefield.” Glaedr backed away a good distance with a flap of his large golden wings and then transformed straight into his birth form. Even though he lacked his left foreleg and had numerous battlescars, yum.

“I sense your agony was rather potent.” I muttered to my sister and she nodded bitterly before I moved to strip and she stopped me.

“Sister, behold.” Saphira moved back and transformed without undressing and didn’t leave her clothes in shreds on the ground. “It is a trick that our Master should be able to teach you even in your current state.” I won’t have to strip naked to transform anymore?! I also belatedly realized Glaedr didn’t either! His shirt and trousers aren’t tattered bits on the grass!

“Teach me!” I eagerly chirped with my tail wagging behind me like a dog’s.

“Of course. It would save time in the future so it is often one of the first lessons learned. Now cease your tail motions, have dignity like a dragon.” Glaedr chided me and I huffed with my hands on my wide...hey they’re wider, hips.

“Yeah, no. I’m rather shameless and I don’t hold myself to all this ‘draconic pride’ nonsense. I’ll behave how I want outside of courtly or other ‘proper’ occasions.” I looked directly into Glaedr’s gold eyes firmly without flinching. I even felt a sharp jab into my mind, only instead of blocking it I ‘deflected’ it into the part of my mind where all the porn went and he physically flinched.

“Oh, Kalameet should spend more time here. Maybe learning other views will help her become humble.” Boone idly commented from the side where he was reading a book in a chair, before our awareness of him promptly ceased.

“Such a lewd and depraved mind. I am surprised you hatched for Roran considering what we learned about him.” Glaedr commented before looking at Saphira. “You did not mention the sheer wealth of her mind’s complexity and contents. I have not delved into a mind so confounding since I attempted to assault Shruikan.” Hey! I’m not crazy!

“Hmph!” I huffed before the haughty black dragon known as Kalameet dropped next to me, sleeping in shiny pajamas. “Oh no! Not you! Back to your world!” I woke her with my indignant shout before I picked her up by the armpits and swallowed her in my expanding cleavage before shrinking them back down. Hopefully she got the hint and scrammed!

“Who was that?!” Glaedr demanded in shock. I suppose seeing me swallow her into my expanding cleavage wasn’t surprising since Saphira and Eragon have that trick too.

“A dragoness from another dimension. She’s a net negative and isn’t the same species of dragon as us. She’d likely just go on and on about how great things in her universe are compared to here and accomplish nothing besides be a self-important bitch.” I informed my new teacher as I covered my chest back up.

“Her mother wants her to learn some humility.” Boone told us from between Saphira and I before he dove his arm into my cleavage, which I just rolled my eyes at before he fished out a confused and annoyed Kalameet from my tits, at least until she noticed who was holding her by the scruff of her pajama shirt.

“M-master Boone!” Kalameet yelped and quivered as if she were in the grasp of a mighty monster.

“It is time to grind that conceit into dust, Kalameet.” Boone then vanished with the dragoness, who I hoped would learn many harsh lessons.

“Now that the nonsense is over, shall we begin, Master?” Saphira asked Glaedr, who gained a stony expression beyond his already stern one from before.

“Yes.”

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So the source of power in my chest next to my heart was indeed my Eldunari like I had thought. Thanks to me already being aware of that, Master Glaedr was able to teach me the trick to preserving my clothes in the transformation within a few hours.

Unlike either Ancient Language magic or Unicorn magic, dragon magic was actually quite similar to races who passively exert it, like Pegasi, Earth ponies or Wargs, et cetera. The trick was to turn this instinctive passive magic into a focused purpose like when I desperately healed my sister from potentially fatal wounds.

That said, most feats of grand magic were both hard and risky for dragons, because like what almost happened to me, we could die if we drain our Eldunari too much too quickly. Our Heart-of-Hearts literally is the source of our body’s energy of all sorts aside from calorific. That included life energy and all the other esoteric metaphysical supernatural stuff.

When I jokingly asked if that included fairy magic, Glaedr told me never to joke about the Fair Folk. Now I’m worried there are Fae all around us just waiting to pounce. I digress. What this meant was that I didn’t have to be naked for changing forms anymore. It also meant I could learn magic, if in a limited and rather amusing way. “Staves and wands? Really?”

“Do you want to explode?” Glaedr asked me grimly and the meme just made me snort in sudden amusement and the other two dragons simply looked confused.

“I’d share it, but...okay, I’ll share it.” I linked to them and gave them the whole context, which made Saphira smile and Glaedr rolled his eyes. “I understand, but it just feels a bit archaic.” I then turned to where Spike, being supported by Roran, practically dragged his feet on approach to our group. “Brom certainly took you to task.”

“I regret letting Twilight keep me from practicing in my birth form.” Spike groused and after a moment stood on his own without Roran’s help, my Rider patted him on the back and sent me feelings of approval and support before he hurried back to practice with Eragon, Brom and Oromis with Twilight almost a living puddle of exhaustion on the grass. “She regrets avoiding physical training even more.”

“Brom has his work cut out for him, but with how well he prepared Eragon and Saphira in a few short months, he’ll have you two whipped into shape in no time.” Glaedr said with confidence.

“I can level cities! Why do I need a sword?!” Twilight cried out in frustration and exhaustion.

“After popping that mare’s ego.” Saphira snorted and I nodded before I wrapped an arm around my mate to hold him up and help walk him inside with us.

“Come on, Spike. Let’s get some food for us and then take Master Glaedr up on the lessons he gave Saphira on massage techniques that get through our scales.” I can’t wait to learn that!