New Legacy

Ch.36

I awoke with a gasp and a groan as I felt my burgeoning sides squeezing into the alcove I’d nested in for the night. “Oh~! M-moar~?!” I moaned in pleasure as my belly inexplicably expanded! I panted and groaned and screamed in orgasm as-!

I jolted awake, panting and rubbing my swollen sides to find I hadn’t grown at all. Holy fuck. I think I should dump this hot thick seed soon or I might get addicted to being a cum balloon! Ahn~ my pussy is pulsing~! I actually came just from an extreme wet dream! “Shimmer? What is it?”

“N-nothing~!” I feebly tried to withhold my current wreck of a state, but knew he saw right through it. “I j-just need some privacy for an hour.” I panted and rocked on my ballooned front before I willed myself to shrink my assets down to normal and barely withheld from groping and fingering myself around my pussy plug.

“Okay. I’ll tend to my morning constitutions later.” Roran’s words reminded me that I too had such needs. Eugh, I’d better just get on with it so we’re both not left suffering.

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“Thanks for letting me out so fast.” Roran said after he came back from the woods near the small pond I’d found and dumped my lewd load of lusty liquids. It was essentially a small bog anyway, the bacteria in the dark water would likely process it quick enough not to endanger the local environment. Also, fun fact, whatever our transformation did, it removed my need to use the bathroom. I just thought I needed to because of all the pressure the cum was putting on me.

“Sorry to have forced you to hold it.” I replied and finished wiping myself down with a dry rag to sop up the moisture from my sponge bath. I swear, now that I’m looking at myself in the bright midmorning sun, I think my pearly scales have gotten shinier. Maybe that’s what inspired the elks for my title. “Let’s get going, the sooner we return to Gil’ead, the sooner we’ll know where to take the eggs and Eldunarya. Brom clearly has a plan for them.”

Although I told him about them, he simply took my input and ran with it. I have no clue what he’s planning besides what Eragon might have done on his own. “I don’t relish flying past Urû'baen to deliver them to the others down south. I wish the urgency hadn’t caused us to overlook getting a second heading.” Roran lamented as I put on a clean tunic and panties. Thank you elks for having actual panties instead of going commando or waist-wraps.

“Me neither. Although we might be able to face Shruikan head-on in an open fight, I don’t relish that. However, with the massive stockpile of Eldunarya Sombra has access to, we’d be creamed if he actually joined the battle with Shruikan outside of his castle. We may have over a dozen Eldunarya not counting my own freakish cluster of 8, but not yet.” I shuddered at the thought.

“I agree. Now, let’s get back to General Taeral and find out what needs to be done.”

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The flight back was less rushed, so we stopped by Daret to discover that they’d survived another two yak raids some months ago, but ever since then they’d been left alone. We informed them of the King’s use of the yaks through dark magic and the remaining villagers swore to support the liberation should any of our forces ever need to come out this way, which we might. Daret was a stopover to Narda after all.

Then we flew the remaining distance to Gil’ead, where I was happy to discover the citizens weren’t so terrified of me now after seeing my anthro form and my brief time away. “Sorry to send you off the moment you came back, but the urgency of the report didn’t allow us to plan where you were to go afterward.” Taeral apologized, but Roran and I expected it.

“That’s fine. Where are we going?” Roran questioned while I looked out the window at Isenstar Lake, lamenting I wouldn’t have the time to get to know it like the other lakes I’d been to.

“Back to Ellesméra. The eggs of the Old Pact can only be partnered to either elks or ponies, so they’ll join your eggs for review, Lady Shinescales. You’ll be there for a week longer and then you’ll ferry your eggs as well as the old eggs south. They won’t do any good sitting in our capital when your unique storage capabilities make transport far more convenient.” Taeral said and…

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We could’ve just flown the eggs up to Ellesméra! We didn’t need to do a massive caravan! I could’ve carried the eggs and the Riders and everything else in my storage! Gah~! Hindsight you bitch! “Gods, strike me down as a fool here and now.” Roran muttered with his hands rubbing his snout and around his horn while I just fell to my knees.

“I do not understand this extreme response, why are you so distraught?” Taeral questioned and I keened pathetically at all the wasted time and effort. Kala wasted those favors for nothing~! I’ve gotta make it up to her~!

“We could have ferried everything by air using our unique storage magic. The eggs, Riders, even the carriages themselves. We wasted nearly a month in travel for what could have been done in a day or two.” Roran informed the general, who winced.

“Ah. I see. That is a rather painful moment of hindsight. Well, now that it is in mind, you will be that much more valuable to us as an ally. Perhaps you could even take a battlegroup south ahead of schedule.” Taeral muttered and gestured for us to leave, which we did.

“I can’t believe we’re such idiots~!” I wailed and Roran patted my back.

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“Babe~!” Kalameet squealed in excitement the moment I landed on the furthest open space of the plateau. I was so gigantic that I had to hang off of the crag while Roran exited the saddle tent. “Oh my goddess you’re so fucking huge~!” My girlfriend gushed excitedly with her tail twitching about and her wings flexing.

“I know. Trust me. The past few days have been quite eventful.” I replied before I transformed and got hugged by her while Katrina did the same for Roran. “Thanks for the collar. If you didn’t get this for me, I’d have been royally screwed.” I traced my fingers over the black metal band that was keeping me at a reasonable stature through magic that we couldn’t comprehend yet.

“Yeah, by me. I’d have done everything in my power, even crawl up inside of you to ravish you the best I could.” Kala declared and I felt my body heat up with how hungry she clearly was, not just from her smishing our breasts together, but her pupils seemed heart-shaped. What is up with that?

“Are you okay, Kala?” I asked uneasily while suddenly I became quite aware of her scent.

“Oh, um, it's that time of year for my species.” She admitted with a blush to which Katrina blushed even hotter. “Kat has been helping, but seeing you has really kicked me in the ovaries and the testes. I want nothing more than to knock you up and turn you into an overstuffed incubator.” Kala panted before she kissed me and I mewled into her mouth as my own tail and wings twitched and tingled in anticipation-.

“No, no. None of that. We may be here for a week, but please don’t try to impregnate Shimmer. Whether or not she’ll be able to considering she has most of a year before her body resets for that, she needs to be combat ready.” Roran chided us and I joined Kala in whining needily.

“Bad. Kala.” I perked up and looked down at our compressed cleavage to see Copernicus’s head, much bigger than I remember, poking out and looking at his Rider in disapproval. “No. Sex.” He booped Kala’s snoot with his own and then nuzzled me. “Mum! Happy!”

“Aw, my little boy is growing so fast~.” I gushed and nuzzled him back while Kalameet smiled.

“All of them are. The rest of the unhatched ones have hatched and Nuanen is helping keep them in line while we all train with Saria.” Kalameet pointed out the beautiful purple dragoness who seemed to be in the early stages of maturity running herd on the mass of multicoloured mischief-makers while the elk I remember appearing in the Dragonhold months ago helped her fellow Riders train.

She wasn’t a master like Oromis or Brom, but she clearly knew how to use a two-handed sword. It wasn’t a claymore, or other heavier blade...is that an elkish variation on a katana? The blade is almost paradoxically thin yet thick in comparison to such a weapon from my old life and had the elk elegance in the slight curvature. That said, it looked much sturdier than a proper katana yet still seemed like it could slice into flesh without chopping into it.

She must have had it custom made, is she one of those people who foolishly believe everything Japanese is superior to everything else? The only reason blades like katanas existed was because there was barely enough metal on the Japanese archipelago to even make the swords let alone armor as developed elsewhere, which was why a focus on flaying flesh developed.

Then again, if there was a metal durable and flexible enough to not shatter on a fierce impact, then the shape of the katana would be extremely good at-. Kala booped my snoot and I snorted smoke in her face, which she breathed in and puffed out with some of her own smoke into a heart shape that oddly made my heart race. “Sorry if I’m distracting you so much.” Kala kissed my throat and I groaned, pressing more against her.

“Ugh, you two go somewhere private while I deliver the old eggs.” Roran huffed and was led away by Katrina while Cloud chirped happily in my direction.

“Fine. No. Eggs.” Coby chided us before he withdrew his head back into Kalameet’s cleavage.

“I can’t promise that.” I hissed and dragged my tail between Kala’s thighs, causing her to moan and push us off the cliff, where she glided us down away from the city and we made out in a desperate and frantic mess of kissing and groping until I impacted against a tree, but I didn’t give a fuck, I was with my mate and that was all that mattered.

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I woke up snuggled to Kalameet, but we were still in our clothes. Uh, didn’t we do the nasty? Didn’t we finally get intimate? We were up in the boughs of one of the giant trees, not the Menoa Tree. That’s the wrong direction from the crags if I remember. Why didn’t we have sex?! My irritation caused me to growl and gently shake Kala awake. “Kala. Why didn’t we do it?”

“Hm? Huh? We didn’t? I thought we did.” Kala sat up with me and looked us over. “Huh? We didn’t? What the fuck?”

“I felt that it was perhaps for the best that you two not potentially destroy a stretch of the forest in a passionate romp.” A handsome and regal male elk ethereal avatar appeared on the branch with us. “It would not have been the first time two dragons mating have caused excessive collateral damage and with the size we witnessed Shimmer to be, I took action and also magically alleviated your bodies so you aren’t so desperate.”

“Huh...I’m both upset and grateful. Thanks I guess.” I muttered and Kalameet huffed with a nod. “Wait, magically alleviated? The Ancient Language can be used for sexual gratification?”

“Of course? It is fairly risky, but with experience you learn how to phrase things properly. Now, please return to the Crags of Tel'naeír. There are many elks who wish to see if they can be Riders.” Gilderien vanished and I sighed while I got up with Kalameet and flew back up to the plateau.

“Great, so we’re going to get cunt-blocked the whole time we’re here. I can’t wait to get away from all of these ‘better-than-thou’ uptight assholes. Sure, plenty of them are okay, but all of the ones running the place have thorned sticks up their asses.” Kalameet growled and I could only agree. “Maybe if I share the miracles of my mother and aunt they’ll chill.”

“Maybe, but if it’s something that might get reprisal, save it for just before we leave.” I’m not leaving Kala and Kat up here while we’re so far away. They’re coming with us down south.

“Well, considering how anti-religious the people here are, I think I’ll save it for when we’re leaving so we can skedaddle if things go wrong.” Kalameet admitted before we returned to the plateau. It seemed most of the day had passed since the training had begun to wrap up and Roran was giving pointers to a few of the newbies.

“Roran, where are the eggs?” I questioned psychically due to the distance between us and he gestured to Oromis’ house. I headed straight there and Kala smacked my ass, causing me to jump and titter without a chance to respond since she went over to Katrina where she was babying all of my precious hatchlings.

The next week was going to be torture, I just know it. I entered the house with relief that this collar also seemed to help regulate my immense physical strength along with my size and weight. Within, the house was converted into a gallery of sorts with mine and the old eggs placed on tables with deep bowls melded with the tables keeping them upright and presentable.

There were signs written in the Ancient Language, one denoting my 74 remaining eggs and the other the 26 remaining eggs of the Old Pact. I approached those eggs and ran my hands over them, nuzzling them, getting to know them. Their minds were old, at least a century, but infantile and barely aware.

A few responded well, actively seeking my warmth, but otherwise, none of them were anywhere near as active as my own eggs. “Pardon, I was told that we were allowed to visit the eggs now?” An elk bull asked in the Ancient Language and I smiled before getting to work.

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The Old Pact is racist as fuck. Only 3 more of my eggs resonated with elks who came to see if they were worthy, while fucking 10 of the 26 Old Pact eggs seemed to eagerly latch on to their future Riders. Either the Old Pact influenced their choices, or they’re so starved for Riders they’ll take anyone they think they’ll like.

“You don’t have to be so eager.” I groaned as I leaned on some of the eggs. It may have been a week already, but damn I wasn’t expecting so many of the Old Pact eggs to practically fly off the shelves. “There are more of you, y’know. You don’t have to latch on to the first one you think might be the one.”

“Talking to them before you store them?” Katrina asked from where she was packing eggs in a hay-filled crate that would then be put in my magic storage for the journey south. I blushed hotly at her giving me an upskirt pantyshot with her tail moved aside to reveal her heart-shaped ass and thighs framing her gusset-covered puffy pussy. Damn it, Kat, I know you’re horny too!

“Yes, they’re so eager.” I mewled and looked away from her ‘fuck-me’ pose bent over the crate and rubbed a gray egg. “It’s like they’re prisoners jumping at parole.”

“Was it really so bad inside of your egg?” Katrina questioned after she latched the lid on the crate and wrote on the pinned paper that it was full of X number of my eggs. Damn it mare, please stop aiming your sexy fuckable ass at me! At least let your tail hang behind and cover your groin! Grr, damn you and your sexy tight gray bubble booty~!

“Hnnng~, no. It was...limiting and…” I grit my teeth when she blatantly backed up and pressed her ass into my pelvis “Grr~.” I growled and grabbed Katrina’s ass. “Damn it, Kat! You could’ve waited~!” I pressed my groin against her hot box and she looked back at me with those wily brown eyes framed by her curtain of copper mane and a saucy grin.

“I’m handling eggs~.” Kat purred and wiggled her rear against my pelvis. It was this situation that Roran walked in on and grunted in sharp arousal that shot through our connection. “Roran. I am sick of waiting. I want us to get married when we arrive in Surda.” She stood up, leaning back against me and moving my hands to her lower stomach. “I want foals. I want them so much.” Guh~! I wish I had that dick or tail-inseminator Kala mentioned!

“Fuck~.” I moaned and ground my lap against Kat’s ass. “Roran, just knock her up now and we’ll marry here for her honour when we arrive!” I whined and Roran gulped as he fought against his powerful male instincts to do as his mates demanded and breed.

“Grr...not...now. We’ll do this properly on our honeymoon. We’ll go hog-wild and do all sorts of romantic things. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to avail of Master Oromis’ cold shower.” Roran hurried through the main area of the house and into the somewhat primitive indoor plumbing bathroom to likely do as such. As well as masturbate. Roran had three sexy females constantly driving him mad this past week and he didn’t have the stamina or time to indulge without monopolizing our’s and other’s time too.

We couldn’t get back to Surda fast enough. “Holy shit it smells like a pre-orgy situation here. Are we gonna?” Kala eagerly questioned with hearts in her eyes and looked ready to rip our clothes off.

“No…” Kat and I replied in resignation and Kala hissed with a grope of her groin and breasts.

“Damn it. All this restraint is driving us fucking insane! Finish packing so we can all board the airline Sexy Shimmer enroute to fuckville!” Kalameet nearly roared and helped us gather the rest of the eggs and put them in crates.

“Yeah.” I huffed as I packed the last egg, which seemed to purr in content at my handling. Nope! I may not be a local dragon by the Pact’s rules, but none of you are gonna Bond to this Bonded babe! That would become a Bond-ception! Cue the Inception Horn!

“Maybe it thinks you’re its mother?” Kala suggested and I scoffed. The rest of my eggs are my eggs. This Old Pact egg is clearly picking up on me potentially being a Bond, but that cannot and will not happen. End of story. Bye, bye! See you later!

“Yeah, no. Alright, load them in!” I pulled up my tunic and my mates licked their chops with hearts in their eyes at my body, which only intensified as my breasts rapidly expanded to the size of boulders. “Enough gawking and-oh~ don’t do that~!” I wailed when they both grabbed a nipple. At this size, my normally thimble-sized nips were easily as big as soda cans.

“I could stuff my cock into this.” Kala moaned as she pressed her pelvis to my left nipple.

“If I squeeze the tip enough, I think I could fuck myself on it!” Katrina panted and also pressed her groin to my oversized right nip.

“No~! S-stop~! Roran~!” I wailed and he thankfully rushed out, naked, to yank them away from my nipples. Oh yes he is so fucking hawt~!

“I swear, you three are probably going to kill me in bed if just the tension alone is causing all of this.” Roran snarled with his throbbing mast of pulsing stallion meat pointing at me accusingly. “Now just pack the eggs in and get ready to go!”