New Legacy

Ch.25

Rather anticlimactic. I was prepared to participate in the war, instead I’m forced to tend to my unborn children and potentially start a social upheaval alongside Roran’s already planned tech and science revolution. I’m suspecting that Dongoruas either didn’t anticipate the storm she’d kicked off by reincarnating me as I am, or her sister Hermais helped her assure this outcome.

I didn’t mind if I played into someone’s expectations so long as I was happy by the end of it. I feel oddly like I’m a character in a story, being guided by the author towards my eventual goal. Despite this, I still strongly believed in free will, so I bet if I really wanted to, I could’ve walked away at any time. I don’t want to though. I’m happy and that’s on me, not whoever made me this way.

“Love, your existential thoughts are giving me existential thoughts.” Roran playfully complained and I snorted smoke in amusement. We were on the ground, walking alongside the carriage carrying my precious children. We had considered creating a small train of carriages with the eggs spread out, but I refused. Sure, I was ‘putting all my eggs in one basket’, but with Gleadr and I walking on either side and only two other carriages carrying people’s stuff, we’d make better time.

Besides, Twilight and Brom imbued the carriage with enough protection runes that I bet Glaedr’s heavy ancient ass could fall on it and he’d bounce off. All that needed to be done was for Oromis or Roran to replenish the magic poured into the runes nightly. “I’ll ponder the validity of free will if I want to.” I replied without any seriousness.

Also, As crucial and important as this caravan was, what with my precious cargo in the carriage and the 16 people that my eggs responded to, we were still well and away from any serious threats. The yaks had been routed from the tunnels leading between Surda and Tronjheim weeks before the Varden went to Surda. The biggest risk were the Ra’Zac and their Lethrblaka parents.

Thankfully, Oromis and Glaedr had been alive and participants during the Ra’Zac purges to curtail the evil creatures that had followed the ponies, zebras and changelings from their homeland much like how the yaks and caribou followed the elks. That said… “Hands off my flank if you want to keep it.” I casually snipped at the shameless caribou.

“Aw, but I want to get to know the mummy of my soon-to-be partner for life.” Umrae, the supposed representative of the caribou from the Underdark, fluttered her eyes at me and I blew a haze of smoke in her face, causing her to cough and escape my smoky wrath.

“Keep your lecherous hands to yourself, foul creature. I cannot believe that this new Pact you have begun would allow such deviants to be Riders.” Oromis snarled at the oversexed cow before complaining haughtily to me about my no-restrictions eggs.

“It is racist and disgusting ‘greater-than-thou’ behavior such as that which contributed to your Order’s ways and ultimately led to their downfall. Even if Sombra didn’t do it, someone else would have. Remember that the only difference between tyranny and oppression is the former is always run by a tyrant.” I acidically replied and the elk had the decency to remain quiet rather than try to defend his words.

“Hey.” Kalameet said when she flew near with Coby -Short for Copernicus- in her arms rather than her cleavage. “Um, I know you’re all determined to walk the whole way, but I could probably call up a favor for transport so long as we’re just moving from A-to-B.”

“Are you sure you can do that?” Roran questioned the dimensional visitor, who was essentially a semi-permanent resident thanks to her Bonding to my blue boy. It will hurt to see him have to eventually go with her to her hectic-sounding universe.

“Well, kinda? I don’t have the power to call in anything official, but I’ve got some older friends big enough to fly us all to where we need to be on their backs.” Kalameet clarified and I remembered her mentioning that her species of dragon just keeps getting bigger with age with no known limit, while dragons here can grow to obscene sizes, proven by Shruikan, but we stop growing at a seemingly random size limit.

“If you can expedite this journey, that would be appreciated. We would need to stop at Farthen Dur for political reasons, however. Would they be willing to ferry us there and then north to the border of Du Weldenvarden?” Glaedr questioned the alien dragoness, who nibbled her lip.

“Maybe. I can guarantee the trip to the first stop, but not further.” Kalameet got a nod of approval from Oromis and Roran, so she removed one hand from Coby who whined about it, then with a hand gesture, her free right hand and forearm was encompassed by a glowing orange gauntlet of light. “Hey, I’m calling in a solid. No, nothing that big, just a large group of peeps and their wood wagons needing a ride. Yes, it’s important. There’s unhatched fragile alien dragon eggs involved.”

“What sorcery is that?” Oromis questioned me, since I was fairly alien myself and he knew I had advanced knowledge.

“I don’t know. It looks like some sort of science-fiction device. Science so advanced it seems like magic to us.” I admitted with a shrug. It seemed familiar, but I wasn’t a big sci-fi fan. Star Wars doesn’t count. That’s Science-Fantasy, not sci-fi. People tend not to know the difference. I mean, really. Star Wars has space wizards, dragons, all kinds of fantasy staples.

“Kay, thanks! My friend is on the way, so I’m going to fly away a short distance.” Kalameet shoved Coby into her cleavage, my metallic blue son chirping happily and letting her do so. Then she flew a few dozen meters away. Shortly, another dragon appeared, then morphed into a form similar to the local dragon's birth form, then they surged in size to tower over us!

We were speechless at the sight of the gigantic stone-scaled behemoth that now laid on the ground a bit off of the road. They were easily big enough to be a hill of stone if you didn’t notice the body parts! “Okay everyone, climb on and point the way!” Kalameet shouted and I huffed out smoke in annoyance. If only her people weren’t nominally trying to avoid being too active here because of dimensional integrity stuff. They’d win this war in minutes.

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“This has been rather unsettling.” One of the wargs whined when we started to set down in the battle-scarred stretch of land the yaks had fought and died on. “Not the flying part, that was rather fun. The whole flying on a small mountain bit. Stone isn’t meant to fly.”

“Tell that to my people. We didn’t care what reality said, we just flew.” Kalameet shrugged, once more holding Copernicus to her chest. She absolutely adored him and would not let him out of her grasp unless he asked to be. He didn’t do that often, so I can assume her surprisingly clingy affection is part of what drew him to her.

“If you could get off of me, that would be great. I don’t know how the time dilation between our universes works since we’re not established here, so I’d like to go home now.” The thundering masculine voice of the ancient stone dragon that gave us a ride to Farthen Dur said and we all hurried off of his football-field wide back. “I’ll be sure to try and let Krono know you need him for a similar favor in case you don’t reach him first.”

“Thanks, Targrayn!” Kalameet waved to him and Coby chirped happily before the giant mountain of a dragon rapidly shrunk down into an anthro form and then vanished as if he’d been sucked through a hole in reality. “I’ll be trying to get in touch with Krono now, you all figure out what you’re doing in the meantime.”

“Thank you for your efforts to hurry us along, but we should stay in Tronjheim for at least a day before leaving. It is only proper that the wargs have a fair chance at finding out if they match one of Shimmer’s eggs.” Oromis stated and everyone began relaxing. Katrina even came out of the carriage carrying the eggs with the one that resonated with her in her arms. I wish she could’ve rode on my back with Roran, but we had to be combat ready.

“It’s only been a day and we’ve returned here. Truly there are so many surprises to be found in reality.” Katrina~, you’re using such complicated words! I’m so proud of you~! “So, is it supposed to get warmer? Because it’s radiating warmth now.” Katrina rubbed the egg while holding it against her abdomen. Unf! It looked like a pregnant belly with how she held it.

Wow. I have a pregnancy fetish. I knew I loved being pregnant, but I didn’t realize that pregnancy in and of itself was arousing to me until I saw Katrina like that with my egg.

“Gah, hey, calm down.” Kalameet yelped and everyone at Coby, who was eyeing his partner as she rubbed the gem in her head. “Oo~ d-don’t rub there~!” Kalameet keened with a tone of pleasure and amusement. “I can’t think straight if you touch my third eye.” Kalameet giggled and booped Copernicus’ snoot, so he nipped her finger to no effect, which only made her giggle more. “C’mon little guy, let’s go play in the tall grass.”

“They are just so adorable together.” I may have my misgivings with Kalameet, but she was definitely a good fit for my boy. “Now then, I’m not sure, Katrina. I can only assume it’s a good thing. My son within is waking up more and is eager for your warmth.”

“Then I’ll continue cradling him to me.” Katrina said, probably not realizing that the position she was doing so made her look pregnant with a foal. I could feel Roran’s longing and desire practically overflow his willpower to restrain it and I had to gulp my saliva down. Damn it, Katrina. You have no idea how much Roran and I both want to ravish you right now.

“That’s good. Let’s get inside and find Hrothgar’s regent. It should be Hvedra, Orik’s fiancée. She’s already supposed to be the Grimstcarvlorss of Dûrgrimst Ingeitum.” Roran said while managing to restrain his libido from snagging Katrina then and there for a tryst somewhere in private. I’ll bet he’s thanking Elric for the magic storage from preventing him destroying his trousers with his erection.

As for me. Well. I’m both thankful my tail is thick enough that letting it neutrally stay downward hid my sex, but I could feel my thighs and tail squishing my suddenly engorged vulvae and making me really want to be anthro and wearing clothes to better hide it. I’m big enough now that if anyone were to be back there, they’d be near eye-level with my privates.

“Calm yourself, Shimmer. I haven’t smelled a female as fertile and needy as you since before the fall. What caused this sudden arousal?” Glaedr asked, hopefully with a private link, which seemed the case since Roran and Oromis were discussing other things while the rest of the caravan moved towards Farthen Dur for at least a day's worth of rest.

“My Rider and I are both in love with Katrina, that copper-maned mare who will be a Rider to one of my many sons. The sight of her holding his egg against her abdomen just…” I felt so flustered. I hope I’m not giving any obvious signs that anyone other than Glaedr could tell with Kalameet off frolicking in the tall grass with my other son.

“Ah. I do not understand your attraction to the same sex, but I can understand your attraction. I too found myself rather enticed by my mate’s distended womb when she carried our eggs. It is part of the protective instinct to guard females from the moment they conceive to the moment the eggs are distributed or stowed in a warm and safe place.” Glaedr reasoned and I wriggled my tail because it was pressing against my groin too much.

“Unf, well, it’s not just that. Seeing her like that makes me want to pleasure her, not protect her.” I don’t think he does understand. He doesn’t have the same fetish, so it would be difficult for him to see my point of view.

“Ah, I see. You’re certainly a breeder.” Excuse me? “It is rather fortuitous and unfortunate at the same time that you are a sceathered breeder. Dragonesses with your intense set of instincts were quite rare. I would not be surprised if you attempt another surge of children like this after a year has passed.” Glaedr then leered with disapproval at my wiggling tail and I stopped.

“Well, I’m not sorry for being the way that I am.” I huffed and halted when the caravan reached the doors into Tronjheim with the notarization signed by King Hrothgar of our purpose in returning. Shortly, the gates opened and we entered the hollow mountain to the awe of the residents. “Roran, can I please have a rest before I spend the rest of the day testing volunteers?”

“I don’t know, may you?” Roran corrected me and I felt a moment of irritation before poking his mind with said irritation. “Yes, of course. In fact, Oromis felt it best to rest today, test tomorrow, then leave the day after.” Thank goodness.

“Oh!” One of the volunteer potential Riders yelped and the pretty pink quartz egg she was holding burst open. The griffin hen squealed before she snuggled her newborn partner and her chest got marked. Is it me, or do the females tend to snuggle their new partner and get their bosom marked when all the currently existing male riders have the mark on their palms? Or are my sons all born perverts?

“I hope he doesn’t get flack for being the colour of rose quartz.” I said the moment I transformed into my anthro body. I wasn’t aware if there were ‘gender-based’ colour conceptions here, but in my world, pink was for girls and blue for boys because of sexist factionalists in the 1950s. Before then, pink was actually considered a manly colour.

“Why would he receive this ‘flak’ you mention for being such a beautiful hue?” Oromis questioned in genuine confusion and I felt both amused and relieved. Then again, Oromis is an old-as-dirt elk who lives as a hermit.

“Hopefully he won’t if that’s your reaction. Now then, I’m going to head on up to the Dragonhold and nap. We may not have done much the past few hours, but I’m already tired from having to deal with Kalameet all day.” She just won’t stop gushing over my son. I know Copernicus is adorable, but I wish she would stop talking about it for a while.

“Fair enough. I remember how frustrating it could be dealing with new Riders and their excessive joy over their new partners. Go and rest, I’ll help the hen adjust to the new presence in her mind.” Glaedr trundled on his three legs to the new Rider and I patted Roran’s shoulder since I sensed he had business to tend to while back in Tronjheim.

I turned to Katrina and bit my lip at her still cradling her future partner against her abdomen and causing her to look pregnant. “Katrina. You need to stop holding him like that. It’s filling Roran and I with fantasies of you pregnant with his foal.” I spoke into her mind and Katrina blushed, but then smiled and pantomimed rubbing a belly on her partner’s shell, causing Roran and I to grunt.

“Hmph.” Roran huffed and sent me images of what he wanted me to do, to which I nodded before I picked up Katrina, who squeaked happily at me putting her in a bridal carry. I then flew her and my unhatched son up to the Dragonhold.

“Are we going to have some fun?” Katrina fluttered her eyes at me and I groaned while my tail tingled and my breasts ached, but thankfully my magic nipple piercings prevented me from swelling in physical space.

“You’ll have to wait just a little.” I told her, though my desire demanded I tail-fuck her so hard she pass out. “I would really rather we snuggle or something.”

“I got some potions from Elric.” Katrina said with a pat of her satchel. “Would you like me to try one? He said one of them would make me very cuddly.”

“Cuddly as in fat, or cuddly as in fluffy? I don’t want the former because I don’t want you to compromise your health.” I asked after I set her on her hooves and approached the stone chairs and table to have a proper seat. It seems in my month away, the wargs were building a proper bedding on the floor of the Dragonhold. Like those exercise pads you find at gyms. They were canvas padded with quilting and likely stuffed with Feldûnost wool.

“Fluffy, maybe other stuff, nothing unhealthy and it’s a temporary potion I think?” Katrina voiced after she set her unhatched partner’s egg on the table and she retrieved a bottle with a fox design on the side with both a male and female symbol merged into one. “Hm, yes. The directions say it’ll only last several hours and turn me into a fox with an extra-fluffy tail.”

“I don’t know. I’d rather you and I snuggle with you as you are. I don’t need you to be anything different to enjoy our time together.” I said and Katrina flushed so much her gray fur matched her coppery mane for a moment.

“Th-thank you. I could go for a nap too.” Katrina put the bottle back in her cleavage and then picked the quartz-like egg up before carrying it to the bedding, where she laid down with it against her abdomen and her breasts resting atop it as she’d become accustomed. I joined her, gently pressing our matching E-cup bosoms together and sandwiching my unborn son between our warm bodies.

“Mm, he feels so warm. I don’t know if that is normal, but his rapt attention on you is good.” I leaned in and smooched Katrina on the lips. I sensed my son rail at me in jealousy and envy, to which I directed playful notions of sharing and encouragement at him.

“Hm~!” Katrina moaned and rubbed my thigh as my son wiggled in his egg. He seemed even more jealous before he burst from his egg. He hatched upside-down and Katrina yelped when he nuzzled her upper pussy area and the bright silvery flash from under her tunic indicated he marked her as his Rider right where a lewd tattoo would normally go. “Did he just mark my nethers?!” Katrina squeaked with a bright blush and my quartz-scaled son keened happily.

“Naughty son.” I huffed before he stuck his tongue out at me. He’s impressively intelligent considering he isn’t a reborn person. He turned around and nuzzled his snout into her cleavage as he wrapped his limbs around his Rider’s thin waist as much as he could and purred. He’s like a winged scaly cat! So cute~!

“He is! He’s sending me images of what he wants to do to me.” Katrina said with a blush. “Still childish, but I think he’s been reading from my memories. How else does an unhatched dragon know who they wish to partner with?”

“It’s mostly instinct and an unmistakable attraction to the person. All I knew was that I wanted Roran more than anything. All I was missing at first was the instinctive knowledge of how to break free once the Bond had taken root, which was why I was a late hatcher.” I booped my naughty quartz-white son on the snoot and he responded by shoving his head deeper into Katrina’s cleavage, before outright climbing into her storage space.

“Well, at least we can continue snuggling, since he clearly found where he wants to rest.” Katrina pulled me closer and I gladly cuddled against my future wife.

I had hoped the villagers of Carvahall would have arrived in Surda before the battle rather than during like in canon, so that we could get Horst to act in place of Katrina’s father, but it would seem we’ll be left waiting longer for our union.

I was briefly surprised when Roran arrived and he opened himself back up to me. I was further surprised when he disrobed and put on his pajamas before crawling between us. We gladly snuggled against him and kissed his cheeks before nuzzling into his neck, fully intent on getting proper rest before tomorrow.