New Legacy

Ch.23

An island exploded. Well, a small one that was just a pile of rocks. We were all looking at the sight of the crater left in the ocean which rapidly flowed in to replace the sudden absence of matter. Roran and Eragon looked at their female comrade in some concern from mine and Saphira’s backs while we dragons wondered how the mare had so much power.

Though, that said, maybe Brom should not have goaded her ego so much that she teleported us all here, which was an astounding feat on it’s own, to stand on Spike’s back with magic having somehow transformed her mane and tail into living fire with her lavender coat turned a white-orange before she vaporized the tiny rocky islet and the surrounding water with a blast of light brighter than the sun.

“There! Now you see why I shouldn’t need to master martial forms! I know enough wards to keep every angle covered both broadly and specifically! That’s only if they can survive my ranged prowess!” Twilight shouted, clearly too furious to properly use telepathy without deafening our minds.

“All you have demonstrated, young Twilight, is that you need martial training even more. The discipline will help curb your overconfidence and you won’t be able to fling spells around without consequence all the time.” Oromis sternly chastised the mare, who looked ready to rebuttal only for her to wince and revert back to her normal-whoops! She burned her robes away!

She looked good for a nerd who doesn’t exercise much. Also, due to her sedentary habits, she’s a bit chubbier than most people I’ve seen, but not enough to alter her naturally feminine shape. She could definitely lose a few pounds, though most of it clearly went to her butt, so it’s all good to me. “Ugh, fine. I concede the point, but keep my power in mind when the fighting begins. It would be best if I bombard an enemy force from on high before they meet our battle lines.”

“Which is a standard tactic for Dragon Riders when it comes to such things.” Brom said from his place next to Oromis upon Glaedr’s saddle. Moments later, Twilight’s horn flashed and we were in a circle of standing stones similar to Stonehenge with Aberon northeast of us. “However, we’ve spent the day training enough and we pulled our dragon partners from their well-deserved rest for that display. Let us end training for today.”

“Okay, I feel like sleeping in the field today. There’s such nice soft grass here in Surda, not like the spike-pod bearing grass in the plains of the Empire.” I yawned and opened my wings before being mentally conked on the head. “What~?” I whined at Roran, who blushed and put the image of when Boone shoved me into his trousers and then when I crawled out. “Aw~, fine, but in that case I’m going to take a long hot soak and maybe have some fun~.”

I leered lustfully at my mate and Spike shuffled away slightly with a meek grin. “None of that. Young Spike needs to recuperate and he can’t do that if you exhaust him further.” Glaedr chided me and I leered at him. “Try me when, or if, you get as large as I do. I will not allow your impulses to hamper the development of your mate.”

“Enough! Let us please return to the castle and begin our recovery.” Saphira shouted at us all and she took off, so we all followed her lead.

“Shahahahap!” We heard and saw a tired Kalameet flying around. “Why do I have to learn about their history and flying?!”

“Because I say so.” Boone said from his place on her back, then they ceased to exist again and we promptly dove down to land in Castle Borromeo’s courtyard before our Riders dismounted and we transformed, taking our saddles with our birth forms and emerging into our anthro forms fully clothed. So convenient~! All it took was associating what we are wearing with that form!

“Oh~ I’m so hungry~...” I mewled and rubbed my audibly rumbling flat tummy through my tunic. “I feel like I could eat three whole bullboars alone, or maybe two Nagra.” I would have worried my odd obsession with pork would be bad for me if I wasn’t mostly carnivorous with the ability to process vegetation.

“Then we’d best sate you. Your body is still providing nutrition to be stored in your eggs until they meet their Rider and hatch.” Glaedr wrapped his arm around my shoulders and urged me inside when I suddenly remembered something important.

“Oh, wait. As important as food is right now, Brom? Did your friends in Narda find anything?” At my question, Brom smiled and winked. “Good! We’ll talk more about that in private.” I would need to question why my eggs were so important when the Vault of Souls was discovered. Considering the magic involved in keeping it a secret, the fact that his friends in Narda could even get past the Rock of Kuthian was both impressive and curious.

My roaring stomach and my pathetic whining interrupted further contemplation and we continued to the dining hall. “Let us sate that ravenous body of yours lest you decide to consume us instead.” Saphira joked and I whipped her ankle with my tail.

“Had I known she would become pregnant, I would have brought a few hundred pounds of cured meat with us.” Roran playfully commented and I pouted at him before I groaned and felt my body get unusually hot and tight. Wait.

“I-I think it’s time!” I squeaked and everyone froze. “I’m really hungry, but I feel hot and tight. How long was I in the Inventory space?” I questioned and Roran counted his fingers quickly.

“Nearly a week, but you shouldn’t be laying for a few more days.” Roran bemusedly said and I grunted with a squirm of my hips before I gasped and fluid began gushing down my thighs. “Is premature laying bad?!”

“No, but this is no place to lay the eggs. Back outside! She needs an open space.” Oromis ordered and I moaned through the feelings I’d never felt before that were causing me to shudder while Spike, Glaedr and Roran picked me up and ran me back outside.

“Ah, it doesn’t hurt. I thought it was supposed to hurt. All I feel is heat, pressure, tightness.” I panted and watched as smoke left my maw without intention. Soon we were back outside and the lads set me down on the grass, where I moaned and writhed while clutching my flat tummy and drool even trailed from my jaw. “Uhn~! I’ve never done this! What do I do?!”

“First, you must transform into your birth state. Your birth canal in this form is incapable of passing your eggs.” Glaedr gently ordered and I mewled before I transformed, allowing my clothes to be destroyed because I couldn’t concentrate past the molten heat in my core along with the tightening of my flesh, the contractions I suppose, squeezing and putting pressure on my abdomen.

Dear gosh I am gigantic! I didn’t notice before with us having been ushered to witness Twilight’s demonstration, but I’m more belly than dragon! My fecund womb was easily big enough for a whole house! “Why am I so big~?!” I wailed in a mixture of stupefaction and raw arousal. As if becoming this enormous was enough to turn me on to a point I didn’t believe possible before Spike bred me.

“Spike, dig a shallow burrow for her to lay in, Saphira, help me keep her steady.” Glaedr ordered before they all transformed and Spike began to dig up the ground beneath my tail while Glaedr and Saphira got to either side of me. “All you must do is obey your body. Push with the contractions to lay your eggs, but for now try to hold on while your mate digs you a burrow.”

I couldn’t respond. I was too busy panting for breath and gushing smoke like a chimney as I resisted tail-yiffing myself from how incredible this felt. I keened and whined as my impossible womb flexed and tried to bring my precious eggs into the light of day. I didn’t care that everyone could see me, for all I cared they could take photos somehow, this is amazing!

“Sister, you must hold on. Spike is almost done.” Saphira urged me to contain my gifts rather than release them. While I wasn’t against that, I also couldn’t exactly prevent my body from performing it’s natural functions. I squealed when I felt the first egg leave my womb and travel the short distance that was my vagina because thank gosh do dragons not have cloaca.

Then I felt it get shoved back in and I screeched in pleasure! “Shimmer, hold on! I’ve almost got the burrow deep enough!” My mate shouted at me and I wailed in a mixture of frustration and indignity before Spike suddenly dove his sinuous tongue into me and I just outright roared in pleasure, cumming almost instantly and my vagina oddly flexing in reverse, practically jettisoning my first egg into Spike’s careful jaws. “Okay Shimmy, you’re good!”

I couldn’t respond. My whole being was absorbed with clenching, flexing, squeezing my eggs from my hot womb. Each one was a tiny orgasm and my sense of time was completely shot. By the time the last ovoid stone containing one of my young left me, I was laying flat on my front with my hind legs and tail draped over the pile of glistening gem and metal toned eggs with the moon high above.

Thankfully, someone used my saddle as well as several blankets to cover them since I was too damn tired to move now. It was a good sort of exhaustion though. I felt profoundly fulfilled. I must do this again when we’re not at war. I can’t imagine anything more wonderful. Well, besides doing it with someone I truly love rather than someone convenient. I will need to see how things between Spike and I go.

However, I also contemplated as I rested there on the ground, of my palpable...disappointment. I lamented only one thing. That it didn’t last longer than one and a half weeks.

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When I awoke the next morning, I was so starving that I was hangry and not about to give any deference to anyone between me and the breakfast spread. I ate with a ravenous desperation that caused everyone, including Masters Glaedr and Oromis, to give me full reign of the table until I’d eaten everyone’s food and then plopped back into my chair with a sigh. “Gods I needed that.” I patted my deceptively flat tummy and only now noticed I was still naked. Clothes don’t matter when you’re starving.

“Indeed. The fact you were already hungry before and then your exertions through the evening and night would contribute to such a state of hunger.” Oromis stated while King Orrin’s beleaguered kitchen staff frantically worked to replace the food I’d stolen from their intended recipients.

“At least now you can get back to properly training. The past couple of weeks has added extra padding to your buttocks.” Brom commented with disapproval and I huffed before pulling clothes from my cleavage and getting dressed.

“Sorry if I was hyper-pregnant and unable to even move or be free of isolation for the whole time. Now then, when I woke up the eggs were still there. I would’ve stayed to guard them, but I needed to eat. What’s protecting them right now?” I questioned and Twilight raised a hand.

“I have warded them, don’t worry. Only you can touch them without being electrocuted and when you do the ward will dispel.” Twilight assured me and I sighed with relief that I didn’t need to run back outside with my full stomach happily gurgling at the monumental amount of food I’d sacrificed to it.

“So, uh. I’m going to ask because nobody else has bothered answering. Was Shimmer’s pregnancy in any way normal?” Spike questioned and I had to snort. I’d been asking that question, but everyone seemed to be ignoring the answer.

“Now that she is no longer in danger and her clutch laid, so stress couldn’t harm her; no. No it was not at all normal. Dragons, at best, usually only have clutches of three to seven eggs. Shimmer carried and laid 108 eggs. She is so fertile that she performed a task that should have been outright impossible.” Oromis declared and I felt hot in the face while pride swelled in my chest and even deeper within my Eldunari.

“Wait...isn’t the goddess that Elric and Boone serve one of Fertility?” Roran questioned warily and I blinked. I’ve never sent prayers to her even so, but that is oddly suspicious. “I mean, Boone provided the enchanted gems that allowed her to be mobile in her anthro form.”

“Wait, speaking of Elric, where is he?” I questioned with a look around at the others at the table. “Also, where are those two who were dumped here from my past life?” Katrina and Orik I could understand since the former was with the battlegroup on it’s way here and Orik may have gone back to Tronjheim rather than travel with the Riders, but Elric and those two whose names escape me should be here. Boone was only supposed to cover for him, not replace him.

“I’m here.” Elric raised his voice slightly from down at the end of the table. “I was just keeping quiet since you were having such a serious discussion.” Well, how polite of him. Unlike Kalameet, who probably would’ve butted in.

“Well, Elric, did your goddess do something to Shimmer to have made her the mother of nearly seven times the number of eggs a normal dragoness could claim in a year?” Brome politely questioned and I looked intently at Elric in curiosity.

“Neither Wiatr or Urta had a hand in this. Rather, I suspect this may be a Code Epsilon, Delta, or Pi. Her triplet daughters are known for causing mischief for the sake of helping others.” Elric casually informed us before he made a ‘picture’ frame with his fingers and looked at me. “Hm...you scream Dongoruas for some reason. She’s usually the one least likely to have a direct hand in Displacing someone though.”

“Wait, so one of Wiatr’s daughters killed me and put me in this new body in this new world? Why?” I was just fine not thinking too much about it before, but now that I know who the likely culprits are, I desired an answer. I may no longer be Milly Miller as she was, but she was me. I want to know why they literally and metaphorically killed her and turned her into me.

“That’s above my station. Boone will look into it now that he doesn’t have to cover for me here. Pass the catsup?” Elric’s request was politely answered by Arya since she was the one nearest him. Hey~! Arya! I waved at her excitedly and Arya smiled slightly with a small wave of her hand in return greeting. “Anyway, they’re just as obsessed with breeding and sex as their mother if in their own ways. I wouldn’t be surprised if they made you and everyone they sent here hyper-fertile.”

“What is all this nonsense of gods? There are no such things.” Oromis declared sternly and I groaned with my face in my hands while Elric tsked and shook his head condescendingly, the skaven male looking genuinely disappointed in him.

“So blind and self-assured. Certainly there were no local deities remaining when I came here, but they did exist once. It seems they were content with creating this realm and then choosing to fade away. How kind of them, to leave mortals to govern themselves. However, you are wrong. What you lack in gods, you more than make up for with spirits who perform their duties.” Elric chastised the elk, who looked incredibly affronted.

“Master Oromis, I would beg that you concede. Elric has proven beyond doubt that the deities of his universe are real. Who is to say that the gods of our universe never existed?” Brom reasonably and ironically played devil’s advocate, which caused Oromis to raise a disbelieving brow.

“How?” Oromis almost demanded and Elric took out a dagger. Oh boy, here we go.

“By killing myself.” Elric said before stabbing his dagger directly into his eye and he collapsed while everyone not in our immediate inner circle aside from those shell-shocked, shouted in disbelief and horror. Until he vanished in blue fire and reappeared sprinting in from the hallway as good as new. “Ta-da~! Immortality! True, complete, immortality. It kinda sucks but it's also really great.”

“He is an Undead. Not like those from our realm. I still don’t understand how this never came up since he was with us in Ellesméra. Then again, Master, you didn’t meet anyone else in our group until you decided to come with us to the south in preparation for training Roran and Shimmer.” Eragon exposited quite helpfully, but that still leaves my other question.

“So where are those two that appeared in Tronjheim out of nowhere?” I repeated and Glaedr was the one to speak up.

“The hatchling and the false-elk had to stay in Ellesméra, both for their own safety and so they can grow a bit until they are at least half-competent.” Glaedr informed me and Oromis nodded. Wait, the traveling, training...we’re going to Du Weldenvarden now?!

“I think we need to talk about my eggs some more…”