New Legacy

Ch.30

“So, what is the story of these Lust Demons?” Roran asked, not happy with what Kalameet had done back in Silthrim. Oromis had promptly bought a few carriages drawn by deer-like creatures called Halla and had us all load up and continue on the road west, essentially tossing Zalu in with the rest of us without asking more about her presence.

“They nearly destroyed the homeworld of the Empire and ran many species to extinction, or near it.” Kalameet summarized with a deep sigh that voiced some long held pains. “I don’t know anything personally, but a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away-.”

“Nope!” I booped my girlfriend on the snoot in panic. “No Star Wars! The swoop bike, speeder and blasters were bad enough, please no Star Wars in our poor, backwards medieval world!”

“Blame my parents, but really this story is over 5,000 years old. So it was a long ass fucking time ago in a-.” Kala leered when I booped her snoot again.

“-Town called Kickapoo!” I chirped excitedly and she rolled her eyes in wry amusement.

“Do you want to know this or not? The demon is dangerous just sitting with us.” Kala told me with a glare at the purple cow, who was content to just sit there and be an observer.

“That’s if I was contagious, dear. I’ve made myself...hm, been ages since I’ve used more advanced terms. Ah, I’m asymptomatic and cannot pass Corruption around after decades of working on isolating it to prevent repeating Lethice’s mistake on this world. Sure, I could’ve tried to go all god-queen of lust like she did, but that’s not for me. I can’t say the same for Kasyrra, that girl would immediately follow Lethice’s hoofsteps.” Why does that sound foreboding, Zalu?

“My departments found a few that fully corrupted the worlds they landed on. Or ones where they tried to. You are an anomaly for as far as my records go.” Kalameet mulishly said and Zalu shrugged, sending her chest basketballs bouncing.

“Why does such an obscene and bouncy size seem the norm for females or herms from your home dimension?” I finally questioned, having been blindly accepting that breasts just were hyper-sized where they came from, but now that we’re talking History, I want to find out more even if it didn’t bother me until now.

“The massive breasts and thicc motherly bodies are thanks to Lethice’s body magic. She altered our homeworld so much that our bodies are ‘naturally’ like this. It was helped by the populace accepting it as a standard of beauty and thus all successive generations since have had it.” Zalu explained and I nodded in understanding. This Lethice was a serious bitch, but I won’t disagree with the results.

“That was just on Equus. The Empire spread it among the galaxy. Even species without mammary glands of any sort still get very pronounced sexual characteristics associated with their species.” Kala pointed out and Zalu wrinkled her brow.

“I feel that there has been much more time passing in the old dimension than here. I’m surprised you could even recognize what I am with so much time having passed since I fled.” Zalu was prevented from continuing by Roran holding up a hand.

“We’re off topic. What were the Lust Demons?” Roran stressed, since it would seem Zalu wasn’t one anymore from the descriptions thrown about.

“We were lust-driven sex-demons obsessed with having sex every moment we were awake. If we weren’t having sex, we marauded to capture helpless innocents to rape, pillage and plunder. Few of us could think past our genitals or bosoms. I was one of those rare few who wasn’t happy having such a mindless existence.” Zalu stated with melancholy.

“They also converted people into more lust demons with mostly just their bodily fluids, some even just killed for sport since that also got them off. They literally absorbed other species until they no longer existed. We still haven’t been able to bring back the Dudbos since there are no trace of the genetics anymore.” Kala added and brought up a bird species on her gauntlet.

“Oh my~. I haven’t seen one of them in a long time. I regret those losses. Such beautiful people are gone forever because we couldn’t restrain ourselves. Did you at least recover their artefacts or history?” Zalu questioned, but Roran held up a hand again.

“Off-topic. So they’re a non-issue?” Roran got nods from both Kala and Zalu. “Then it’s no problem since Zalu has isolated her contagion. So long as you behave like a rational person you’re welcome with us. I’m sorry that Kalameet forced you away from the life you’d made for yourself.”

“No, it isn’t fine, but I was feeling melancholic as of late. I love Iolas, but he and I both knew that I wasn’t going to stay in Silthrim much longer while his hooves are rooted there.” Zalu looked back down the road we’d traveled and sighed longingly. “He was such a good mate. Considerate, passionate, it will be hard to find another like him. Especially since he has numerous other cows practically waiting for him to be available.”

“Can we please talk about something else?” Katrina nearly demanded with an irritated expression. Ah, right. After Yazuac, talks of raiders or whatnot always upset her and adding sad romance on top of that likely was greatly souring her mood, which Cloud agreed with according to his matching glare from his Rider’s lap.

“Sure thing. Do you know how to make gender and other body modifying transformatives?” Kalameet questioned Zalu, who nodded without hesitation. “Good, then you can work on one to give Shimmy a dick.”

“W-what?!” I squeaked in shock at the notion. “N-no! I don’t want one!” I enjoy being female, thank you!

“Then how about one that will turn her tail into a male reproductive system?” Kala asked the faux-elk caribou demoness, who again nodded without hesitation.

“W-why are you so fixated on that?!” I squeaked, much less opposed to that idea. I mean, my tail is already incredible for sex, adding functionality to it would be...nice. Especially with the way Katrina perked at the notion of both of those suggestions.

“What? You think I only want to be the sire if we get serious? I want to be a mom too.” Kala smirked and I felt my body heat up while my scales turned from pearlescent to red.

“Before you kill my partner from embarrassment and confused excitement, let’s try another non-sexual topic.” Roran was chuckling and rubbing Katrina’s shoulder in understanding while I buried my face in my hands and willed myself to try and vanish.

🥚

The journey from Silthrim to Ellesméra only took a few days despite the distance and the fairly claustrophobic roads through the endless trees of the ancient forest. The Halla are incredibly perseverent creatures and intelligent in spite of their lack of sapience.

What they lacked in power compared to a bullboar, they more than made up for with stamina and dexterity. The wargs claimed they were practically downsized Feldûnost. I’ve seen those giant mountain goats leap up and down mountainsides without missing a step, so that was high praise from our canine compatriots.

Currently, however, I was among the rest of the group aside from Oromis and Glaedr driven to awe at the sight of the elkish capital after the avatar of Gilderien the Wise let us pass after a brief look at us and a short conversation with Oromis. Ellesméra was so beautiful and daunting that Silthrim, which itself was a gem of a city, seemed like a tarnished piece of glass compared to the diamond that was Ellesméra.

The trees were positively gigantic, towering over the surrounding forest’s canopy. The trees being giant buildings had entire mosaics displaying tales or other art that was as beautiful as it was mysterious without the historical context to them. Between the giant trees were smaller yet grand trees that too were buildings and seemed to host businesses while the larger ones were possibly meant for habitation.

In the center of the pine forest was a tree that dwarfed all the rest. The Menoa Tree. It was such a grand tree that it pushed the nearest trees away from it and was visible from nearly every part of Ellesméra unless you were behind other trees. “I guess when you’re nearly ageless you tend to over-engineer your surroundings.” Someone commented, but I was too distracted to note who said that rather apt statement considering most of the city was actually high above us.

“Be mindful of your words, everyone. Not all elks are as accepting of criticism or the presence of outsiders as those we’ve seen prior.” Oromis warned before he called our caravan to a halt outside of a stable, only identifiable as such from the sheer quantity of Halla hanging around. Halla apparently aren’t ‘tamed’ so much as ‘asked’ for their service. It wasn’t until the second day on the road from Silthrim I found out Oromis paid the Halla to pull the carriages.

It turns out that Halla have a sweet-tooth for berries from beyond Du Weldenvarden and he’d packed several bushels in a magic preservation sack specifically to bribe the Halla when he was in Surda. Either way, this was our stop and Oromis fed the Halla the last of his berries before releasing them. The beautiful white creatures nuzzled a few of us fondly and then joined their kind in meandering about the area.

“Rest a bit, our escorts will be along shortly. Gilderien will have delivered word of our arrival and the queen will want the eggs and new trainees secure in the palace as well as to speak with Roran and I.” Oromis announced and we all got out of the carriages to stretch and gather ourselves.

“It almost looks like the grand world tree; Harmony, if she was made of wood and wasn’t the size of a moon.” Kala said with a look at the Menoa Tree before returning her gaze to the surrounding city. “I wonder if there is a Harmony in this world? Overpowered fruit and magic bearers?”

“Considering this is a pine forest, I think the best you could get around here naturally are pine nuts.” Katrina commented as she looked around with Cloud on her shoulders like a scarf.

“So long as they aren’t ungodly spicy like Wroshyr Tree nuts, I’d try it.” Kala replied and I groaned at the mention of another Star Wars thing. If she’s been to a planet with those trees, then this place must be fairly mundane to her. “Well, even if so I’d try it. A little Wroshyr powder makes any dish nice and hot.” Hm, that actually sounds tasty if it’s super-spicy...

“All I care about is getting things set up with the queen and then getting on with our training. While we’ve been traveling, Eragon and the others have begun the war with the Empire. Don’t forget that.” I winced at Roran’s reminder. I did forget. All of this traveling may allow the mind to wander, but I’ve been in such good company that my worries have fled me.

“Oh, right. You guys still call something this scale a war. Sorry for not realizing that.” Kalameet apologized with both pity and sympathy in her tone and expression. “Things like this are common back home. The peace I say we’ve been in? In broad strokes, most people don’t even realize we’re still in skirmishes across the galaxy. Those skirmishes are about this size.”

“So this kind of conflict doesn’t even register?” I mean, I guess her underplaying it before was just out of cultural difference. If her people’s government doesn't consider conflicts of this size as more than skirmishes, I suppose that’s reason enough not to move too many assets around.

“It does, but only if you live in or are based in the systems they’re occurring and even then, sometimes it doesn’t even get heard about on more than the evening newscasts in a footnote beyond the world the conflict is taking place on. We’re really desensitized to War, especially since my mother is the Goddess of War and has one of the longest periods of reign on the throne.” Kala grumbled and I could see how that would backfire.

🥚

Shortly after we had prepared to be escorted, dozens of wood-armored elk soldiers leaped down from above to land lightly around us and then brought us through the city to the palace. Once inside, Glaedr pulled me away from Roran and led me with the rest of the group while Oromis and Roran continued with a few of the guards elsewhere.

“You know, Master, I need to question why we aren’t treated with the same measure of consideration our Riders are.” I muttered discontentedly to my teacher, who hummed with an understanding nod.

“It is because dragons, at least traditionally, have no patience for politics.” Glaedr snorted dismissively and I joined him. “It is good to see that in some ways you’re a true dragon.”

“I’m a dragon because I am, not because of how I act. Going forward, people will need to see us as people more than as sources of power or political currency.” I declared firmly and Glaedr hummed in agreement.

“Yeah, uh, if that’s how things will end up for you babe, I’m more than willing to pay for you, Roran and Katrina to immigrate to the Empire.” Kala offered and I felt a sudden pang of sadness.

“Oh...I just realized that you’ll have to go home someday, but I have to stay here…” I mewled and Kala suddenly wilted in realization.

“O-oh...well...it isn’t unheard of for people to move to other dimensions. Just really rare. I couldn’t live without some of my modern conveniences, but I could just head back and bring them with me so long as I’m not interfering with your world’s understanding of technology. Besides, this place is nice. Not like the dustball I was born on.” Kala wrapped an arm around my waist and I gladly let her pull me into her side.

“Hey, I’m supporting this, but if you’re going to stay permanently, then you need to get involved with Roran and I.” Katrina sternly stated and I blushed. That’s right. Katrina still wants to marry me since I’m part of Roran and he is part of me. It would be all sorts of awkward if I didn’t go through with her plans.

“Oh, well that’s fine. Polyamory is an accepted standard in the Empire. Monogamy is actually quite rare, but Polygamy is frowned upon as being selfish. Are we all married to him, or are we all married to each other in this arrangement?” Uh, Kala? Could we not talk about marriage in full audience with a bunch of people? I feel like my heart is going to leap from my chest!

“Um...traditionally Roran, but we’re bucking all sorts of traditions, why not each other?” Katrina smiled brightly and Cloud chirped, which Coby, who poked his head out of Kala’s cleavage, replied to with his own chirp.

“Can we please not talk about this here?!” I squeaked with a blush as Kala wiggled her hip against mine and my tail tingled when she wrapped her own around mine. She even pressed the side of her huge breast against my own large boob with a purr. Is she aroused right now?! Is she getting turned on by the talk of marriage?!

“Please refrain from engaging in courting behavior when in public.” Glaedr huffed in disapproval and I looked to him for salvation, but aside from his disapproving leer at my apparently two fiancees, I had the notion that I was on my own.

“Fair enough. We’ll have to save it for whenever we can finally get some privacy.” Katrina then sandwiched me between her and Kala with her arm joining Kala’s around my waist and I whined at the overload of teasing I was receiving. “Besides, since our partners are both her sons, they could grow up together in the precious few weeks of childhood they have.”

“So short, even by Imperial flash-cloning standards. It’s barely been a week since my best buddy burst from his egg and he’s already past simple impressions of emotions or images. I hope that whenever she gets around to having kids with us, or us with her, that they don’t grow up so fast.” Kala considered and I remembered my species’ incompatibility with other races.

“Girls. Even if I do get modded, I won’t be able to have kids with you. If dragons from here could have kids with other species, I don’t think things would have turned out this dire.” My words just rolled off of them and I had to wonder why. Until I remembered that Kala’s people laugh in the face of genetics and other fields of reality that most would consider set in stone. “Just remember we’re at war and my eggs were unplanned already.”

“Be that as it may, your actions are a boon beyond measure. Brom insists that he has something planned from before, but you have given us hope, Shimmer.” Glaedr stated factually and I felt pride fill me to replace the sexual tension and unease I had been subjected to.

“Well, let’s hope Aunt Wiatr won’t try to manifest here considering that’s the kind of thing that started her legacy.” Kala said under her breath, but I could hear her since she was right next to me.

“Please don’t tell me you jinxed it.” I hissed quietly to her and she groaned. Please, please, please don’t either of them come here! Things are chaotic enough, we don’t need foreign deities suddenly deciding to show up and lord over us even if indirectly.

My worries mounted when we entered the large chamber the palace guards herded us to and within stood a towering ten foot tall creature of various ursine body parts. The very sight of her startled everyone save Kalameet, who groaned in resignation. “Hm, you’re on time like Eris said you would be.” The towering buxom beefy bodybuilder babe in form-fitting office attire commented while looking at a holographic projection from her glowing orange gauntlet.

“Damn it, Cousin Dongoruas!”

Wait-whuh~?! This is the person who reincarnated me here?!

“Hey little Kala!”