New Legacy

Ch.28

I woke before Kala and Copernicus did and nudged her with my snout after lifting my wing and releasing the body heat that had been contained for the night. “Wakey, wakey~.” I took a deep whiff of her groin and purred lustfully. The mixture of both feminine and masculine musk was divine, but I would abstain for the sake of not making a mistake that would hurt us both.

“Mgh, need to pee.” She groaned and staggered to her claws groggily before approaching the tree that had her wrecked speeder. She dropped her pants and...she was not kidding. She was average, much smaller than Spike, but if she wasn’t bullshitting, then that gilded ring at the base in front of where the knot was would be able to unleash her beast. “D’you mind?”

“Sorry.” Not sorry at all. I’ve seen enough, I’m satisfied. I’m sure she’ll be fun in bed, but I want to get to know her better first. I turned around and gently urged my son to use the restroom in the bushes with mental encouragement. Thank gosh dragons were easy to potty train compared to most other species both fully sentient and feral.

“Whew. Okay, I’m done. Wait. Do you even go to the toilet?” Kalameet’s sudden odd question confused me.

“Of course I do. I just do it out in the wilds, far from anyone so I have privacy.” Until proper plumbing is the norm, I’ll keep doing it that way. Tronjheim was close, but they still had issues with their plumbing that Peppy, who I miss, as well as Roran were helping them improve. “That said, I’ll go tend to my morning constitutions. I’ll see you at breakfast. Just be warned that they don’t serve meat here unless it’s fish.”

“Ew~! Pescatarians? Gross!” Kalameet protested and I took off to tend to my business.

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I returned to the house to find Kalameet pouting down at her salad that only had nuts for protein while it seemed Roran and Katrina had already eaten, since they weren’t in and I could sense him already doing his morning training. “It won’t be any more appetizing if you glare at it.” I teased her and she huffed while on the table next to her was Copernicus eating a fish.

“I hope these hippies are understanding when our dragons eat all of their damn fish. I mean, come on! It’s one thing to force your dietary beliefs on someone else, but to force their pet or otherwise dietarily exclusive species to follow it? That’s just evil!” Kalameet snarled and I would have to agree there. Those sorts of people were the worst besides murderers and rapists.

“Don’t worry too much. If I have to hunt and bring fresh red meat for my children, I will. It’s just logical even if they weren’t my kids.” I pet Coby’s head and he squeaked happily.

“At least someone around here is sane.” Kala huffed and started picking the nuts out of her salad to munch on, not even bothering with the greens.

“I’m afraid I may be the least sane person here to be honest.” I chuckled and then looked at the measly snack the elks consider a meal. “Yeah, no. Want to go hunting with me?” Kala could not swap her pajamas for a camo jacket and cargo pants fast enough. That was a joke, she somehow did it instantly.

“Hell yeah, let’s go bag us some food!” Kala cheered and Copernicus did an adorable little squeaky roar in agreement before swallowing the rest of the fish whole, bones and all.

“I’m glad you’re so eager.” I smiled and led her back outside where I transformed and watched Kala quickly mount my saddle with Coby perched on her shoulder. “Let’s begin.” I took to the air and flew into the forest. It had magic woven into it to protect the wildlife I think, but I’m a natural predator, to deny me food is to kill the forest from herbivores overpopulating.

“Can you see through the canopy? Whatever magic they’ve got around here is blocking my ability to see through it.” Kalameet growled and I nodded. “Good, because if these damn hippies stop us, I might just start burning the whole damn forest down!”

“Arson isn’t very attractive, Kala.” I chided my potential girlfriend, who pouted and sent me mental images of worlds overtaken by vegetation that needed mass deforestation to make them habitable. “Well, this world isn’t like that. Don’t worry, I’ll find some-hello~.” I purred at the sight of a bunch of feral dear grazing in a clearing.

I circled around, looking for the one that was either the oldest or injured. I picked out a doe that had a lame leg and dove, crushing the animal beneath me and snapping its neck before it even knew it had been struck. I picked it up by the neck with my jaws as the herd fled and Kala got off of my saddle. “Woo! That is so efficient! It would’ve taken hours even for hunters in my universe to find a good catch.”

“Thank you!” I preened and bet I looked fairly morbidly silly with a dead deer hanging from my jaws by the neck. Like I’m a hunting dog with a particularly huge duck in my maw. “The elks will raise a fuss if we take it back, so I’m going to butcher and cook it here.”

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“I can’t believe you did all of that without going anthro.” Kala commented between bites of her seared and smoked venison.

“I’ve gotten plenty of practice at it.” I replied while packing leftovers into the tanned skin of the deer I’d hunted. I’d butchered it, cooked it on a stone that was in the clearing with my fire, smoked it using my wing as a cover, then tanned it’s pelt by clawing one of the oak trees and slathering it in the natural tannin-rich milky sap so I could use the skin as storage.

“So that’s why you buried the bones? Not a lot of people understand that leaving the carcass behind keeps the game from returning to the area for weeks or months.” Kalameet observed while feeding Copernicus another piece of meat.

“I was on the road a lot.” I admitted as I took a bite myself. Delicious red meat in defiance of the pescatarian hippy elk overlords who seek to to turn us all into plant-eating atheists. Dear gosh I sound like a paranoid backwoods redneck republican. Or an inner-city paranoid democrat. The difference is subjective and I’m not in that world anymore, so whatever.

“I was only with you guys for a short bit. You mean you traveled like that all the time?” Kala asked curiously before I pulled my tunic up. “H-hey, I thought-duh…” Kala stared as I expanded my breasts, which I was both gleeful were still stupidly-huge and because of the convenience they were when I needed to shove something big into my inventory. I put the flesh-sack of cooked meat into my beach-ball boob’s cleavage and then shrunk back down before redressing.

“What? You thought you were the only hyper-busty dragon around here? All of the eggs are mine if you’ll remember. Also, I don’t know how boobs for your dragons work, but we don’t lactate here, our breasts are entirely for attracting mates.” Which I still lament. I had a pretty strong lactation fetish before I was reborn here.

“Ah, well my kind do.” Kala admitted and she had my rapt, sharp attention. “Well, uh, okay. Unless unbirthed back into a womb, our eggs are dormant for centuries and they need their shells infused with a dragoness’s milk at least once a month, or left to soak in said milk. Which is the wrong way to do it and that’s the only way we did it for so long, that we are very busty as a rule and lactate tons of fluids. Thankfully hatchlings can still use the milk.”

“Do you have transformatives that could give me this magnificent power?” I asked on the verge of panting in arousal at the idea of being able to lactate.

“Uh, no? I’m not a body-modding junkie like Elric. I could easily get some, that stuff’s on the common market in my universe after all. Maybe when we, uh, get to that phase?” Kala awkwardly suggested and I moaned in a mixture of disappointment and longing. “Don’t worry, I’m sure when we get there it’ll be worth the wait.”

“I know, but now you’ve got me all worked up and we’re not at that stage yet.” I mewled and rubbed my original E-cup size bosom with longing to feel fluid in them. “Sorry if this isn’t much of a date though. All you got to do was watch me catch a deer, butcher it, tan it and cook it.”

“Hey, that’s better than half the dates I’ve been on already without counting the one-night-stand ones where both I and the other person knew it was just a meet-up.” Kala assured me before she retrieved another capsule from her cleavage. “This is my last one, let me give you a ride back instead of you doing all the work.”

“I don’t know. Haven’t you wasted tons of money on the ones you’ve lost already?” I asked uneasily and Kala looked at me in confusion.

“Tons? What? No. These are just normal speeders and swoop bikes. They use standard repulsorlift tech that’s been around for thousands of years and are practically made of recycled scrap by this point. If they were luxury armored spaceships, then yes they’d be expensive, but they’re in-atmosphere only, so they cost about as much as a suit or dress from Rarity, which is fairly expensive, but I digress.” Kala tossed the capsule to reveal a swoop bike.

“So you’re not losing a ton just using them?” I asked as I followed her to the bike and she straddled it.

“Nope. My monthly salary when I was just sitting at a desk covers three of these babies, but now that I’m in the field I should be making three times that in hazard pay.” Kala patted the seat behind her while Copernicus climbed up her body to enter her cleavage storage. I awkwardly got on the seat behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing my chest against her back and her tail wrapped around my waist. “Are you secure?”

“Yes, let's head back!” I cheered and whooped when she rocketed us above the canopy and then east towards Ceris.

Of course, this was when everything went wrong.

Leaves, stones and sticks flew at us from the canopy and Kala immediately pressed something that turned her swoop bike back into a capsule while I transformed into my birth form, taking each of the projectiles on my hard scales. “Who wishes to die?! Who threatens the future of the return of the Dragon Riders?!” I roared and breathed fire down onto the canopy, which shimmered in resistance to my fire for merely a moment before my dragonfire overloaded the protections.

“Peace! Peace! It is our error, please stop!” A voice telepathically pleaded, but I finished igniting a tree before sending out waves of psionic fury and wrath.

“Pray you do not meet me again, for I will kill you as an example of what happens to traitors!” I snarled and then flew east towards the village that was home to the fools who had tried to kill Kala twice and now me as well. “Roran, I refuse to stay in a place where we’ve been attacked. I will make camp on the riverbank south of the forest. Be sure to stress how greatly they’ve fucked up.”

“Sorry, Shimmer. I should’ve realized these hippies would be anti-tech xenophobes and attack me again.” Kala muttered and I sent feelings of consolation to her so she knew I didn’t blame her. I blamed the idiots who jumped the metaphorical gun.

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We found a nice spot on the river bank south along the Edda River at the edge of the forest. Ironically, it was Kala who had to rein in my temper. I wasn’t so hot-headed before, but then again, nobody I loved and cared for had been attacked in front of me before. Saphira and I escaping Aroughs didn’t count, I knew she would be fine. Saphira and Eragon being laid low by Durza and his Lethrblaka ally didn’t either, I was too late to do anything.

Now? Now that I’d seen a person that I cared about and could potentially grow to care more for being attacked with intent to kill? I was a flickering fire trying to whip out of my confines and burn everything around me for daring to do so. Only Kala talking me down from further reprisals and the sight smoke coming from the forest cooled my wrath. I knew they’d contain the blaze, but seeing them have to struggle against something that resulted from their actions satisfied me.

Also, Kala used her giant yoga-ball sized boobers to bury my face. That really helped distract me from my anger. “I know it’s jumping to second base, but if it’ll sooth the angry beast, then let there be tits!” Kalameet laughed, sending vibrations through the expanse of breast flesh that further calmed me.

This is how big she actually is. That fact alone aroused me immensely, that she literally had tits that hung down to her hips yet retained an unnatural firmness and perkiness further stoked a different fire in me. One that was content to keep my face buried in these heaving black soft yet firm boulders while I laid next to the soothing sound of river water. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to see mine? I can’t remember how gigantic I got when pregnant, or if they shrunk down.”

“I’m sure. If I see you whip em out, then we’ll skip straight to home base and screw up all this bonding stuff we’ve got going on.” Kala snickered and pressed on the sides of her hyper boobs. “Now, shut up and enjoy it! I haven’t had the girls out and at full size in months!” Kala demanded and I could barely hear Copernicus keening and squeaking happily as he used his Rider’s giant gazongas as a trampoline while she was on her knees and smothering my snout.

I was content to remain this way, but the spike of an intruder in my mind made me jolt. “Shimmer. While I can understand your fury, lighting even a single tree of Du Weldenvarden on fire is cause for execution. Considering the circumstances that the attacking party could also be sentenced in such a manner, neither party will suffer for this fiasco if you come back to Ceris now.” Oromis firmly ordered and I groaned at the pain his intrusion into my mind caused.

“Yes, master.” I mewled and stood up before reluctantly pulling my face from Kala’s awe-inspiring boobage. “We have to go back or I’ll have put everything in jeopardy.”

“Phooie.” Kala huffed before she shrunk her bust down to her comparatively modest basketballs and zipped her jacket back up with Coby perched on her shelf of cleavage. “I’m half tempted to let Gran out for a bit.” Kalameet muttered after she climbed onto my saddle.

“Apparently, lighting the forest on fire is grounds for execution, which they’re waiving because our attackers broke all sorts of political and magical agreements with their attempt on our lives. Please don’t give them a reason to throw us under the carriage as an example.” I pleaded with my definite-girlfriend. If she takes her breasts out for you to motorboat; she’s your girlfriend or a slut and Kala definitely isn’t a slut.

“I won’t, hm, would they mind if I let those asshats see what gran’s been through?” Kala asked as she tried brushing my mind. “You know, I heard the elks boasting how one has to be guided through their minds because of how superior they are.”

“Which is a load of bunk.” I snorted smoke and kept over the river rather than the trees.

“It’s only because of their age, but Gran is beyond them all by so much it’s ridiculous. Age does not mean anything in the end though, I’ve met teenagers with more power in their pinky fingers than veteran soldiers.” Kala huffed and we descended down to Ceris by the docks, where Roran, Oromis and Glaedr were waiting. “You should know that’s the second time they tried to kill me.”

“For which they have been chastened and penalized. Considering the very tense political tightrope this situation has created, I’m afraid I will have to ask you to be with your Rider until we leave, young Shimmer.” Oromis declared and I nodded in acceptance. It could be much worse. Besides, I would much rather be with Roran than not with him. He is my Rider.

“Very well, I-.” I froze when Oromis produced a diamond box, engraved with runes… “What is that?” I warily demanded and backed away a step, but then Oromis opened the gemstone jewelry box in my direction and I roared in fear as I was sucked in like I was made of water! It was painless, but so disorienting I wished I could vomit! Soon, I was curled in a square chamber made of diamond that was big enough for me to move comfortably. “What is this?!”

“A Dragon Jar. Ancient tools used by the Riders to imprison dragons who have broken laws or the dragons of fugitive Riders. There are few left, but I do not doubt that Sombra has at least a few judging from what the Ra’Zac had tried to use to abduct you.” Oromis informed me and I shuddered fearfully. So the Ra’Zac were essentially almost home free when Boone saved me.

“She’s not a criminal!” Kala snarled furiously at Oromis. “She was defending me! Those guards or hunters are lucky I didn’t let my namesake-whoa~!” I keened in surprise when suddenly Kala was on my saddle. “Let me out you old-as-dirt hippie!”

“I cannot hear anything verbal from inside the box. Please understand that this is to ensure no elks with fragile prides and little sense try to get retribution for their own actions getting them in trouble. You’ll receive plenty of fish tonight, just relax.” Oromis told us and I nuzzled my girlfriend.

“I’d tell them to read my mind before trying.” Kala tried to project. Guess that’s something to work on with her and maybe try and see what Gran thinks of me. If she outright doesn’t want me dead for possibly killing her with my psionic assault.

“Well, at least we have plenty of time alone with each other in here.” I told my new girlfriend with optimism, only to realize we were genuinely trapped together without much of anything to do. “Uh...so what would you like to talk about?”

“I’m kinda wishing we weren’t taking it slow right now, because at least we could’ve spent this time having a lot of fun. That said, we might as well get to know each other in that arena beforehand. So...fetishes? Kinks? I have a thing for being tied up.” Kala blushed as she smirked at her admission and I gulped.

This was going to be an awkward circumstance…