New Legacy

Ch.37

After those ridiculous lewd shenanigans, we managed to store the crates of eggs in my Inventory. Thankfully none of the other newbie Riders were coming. Saria would remain as the most senior Rider and Nuanen the eldest dragon besides Roran and I to help keep their training going until Oromis returned from Ceunon and Narda. Not to mention all of the capable tutors here in the capital city of the elks.

Those two poor girls, I feel like they were Displaced entirely to be placeholders for Oromis and Glaedr so they could lead the western front of this war. I haven’t even been able to really get to know them well. All I do know is Saria was a Zelda fangirl, which was why she changed her name to Saria. She’d also always had a crush on her roommate Suzi, which was why she helped her choose the name Nuanen, the Ancient Word for Beautiful.

They were so cute together~!

Ahem, my approval of them being a couple aside, we said farewell to the newbies and were ready to leave. “Okay, I’ve got a thing I want to do. You said that big ass tree has a ton of what people call Starmetal under its roots, right?” Kala asked and I nodded at her. I wasn’t in my ‘true’ form yet because if we’re going into the trees, I can’t be so gigantic. I was going to carry Kat down since Roran didn’t have the wingpower to carry another person yet.

“Yes. The Menoa Tree is honestly a total bitch and she can likely hear us talking right now, but I don’t care. She was once an elk who murdered her adulterous mate and the cow he did it with before she sang herself into the tree in sorrow. Elks see it all romantically and blah-blah she’s a yandere murderer who is content to silently judge everyone around her.” I huffed with a leer at the towering tree that pierced the canopy around her.

“Well then, I see no harm in making a trade even if she’s a total bitch. Roran, you’ve got the fancy skills with the local magic, if you take us to the area around the tree where the metal is, I can work my own bit of magic.” Kalameet declared and I was about to pick up Katrina in a bridal carry when two pairs of hoofsteps rushed up to us.

“Wait! Take us with you!” Zalu shouted. Oh! That’s right, she was the one who was supposed to make those modification potions for me! Zecora was next to her with her blue dragon Zazi hanging from her shoulders. The former wore a modest day dress despite her buxom hourglass figure and the latter still wore her tribal leather bikini with sarong. “If I am to truly make leaving Iolas worth it, I must continue to travel.”

“I only agreed to travel with you because it would be interesting. I am not to remain here where I believe nothing more shall occur.” Zecora stated while petting Zazi’s head. Her partner was a quite sort, the femme dragon content to observe and only occasionally speak up aloud. I didn’t doubt she likely spoke telepathically with Zecora extensively though.

“Fair, but if you’re coming you’ll have to ride in Shimmer’s storage. I’d offer, but unlike her I have my genitals exposed constantly to my storage.” Roran’s words got a coo out of Zalu, but Zecora simply snorted. Wait, wasn’t she sending me signals before? Oh dear, I guess I completely ignored her. Sorry Zecora, but at least you seem to have found someone with how Zazi drapes over you.

“You find my girlfriend hot?” Kala asked the sexy zebra out of the blue and I winced.

“She is incredibly desirable, but that is not the only reason I wish to tag along. Simply being around her is like paying witness to all sorts of silly shenanigans. I have not had this much humor in 70 years.” Zecora said playfully and I pouted at her enjoying my behavior. I guess she is a friend at least.

“You can join us in bed.” Kala purred and nuzzled the zebra, causing me to run my hands down my face and Roran to rub his temples while Katrina looked mildly unsure.

“I’m afraid that my tastes are purely for the female form. It would be unfair to Roran and you to try and insert myself. I would end up causing a rift in your little herd.” Zecora said factually, but she patted Kalameet’s shoulders. “That said, I would not mind if either Katrina or Shimmer were in the need and I was around to satisfy them if either you or Roran are unavailable. Otherwise I am pleased to remain a friend.” Zazi punctuated her words with a nod.

“If you’re in an open relationship, can I get in on this?” Zalu asked eagerly only for us all to shake our heads. “Phooey! Oh well, bust-up so I can get cozy in your cleavage!” Zalu’s lighthearted words made me snicker before I pulled my tunic up and expanded my bosom so they could climb in. Katrina then surprised me by smooching my cheek and patting Roran’s bicep with a wink at Kala before she too entered my storage.

“Uh...didn’t we just say we were fine without adding more to Roran’s herd?” I asked my other two mates and Roran blushed with a shrug while Kala did a victorious fist-pump. “Ugh, I think Kalameet and I may have corrupted her.” I mewled before shrinking my bust down. “So, before we go, would Copernicus like to join them in my storage? He’d have Zazi and Cloud to spend time with.”

“Fun!” Coby climbed out of Kalameet’s cleavage and dove into mine without another word.

“Alright, let’s go before anything else stalls us.” Roran insisted and we all flew above the canopy towards the Menoa Tree. Once we reached it, we flew down through the web of giant branches to the dim forest floor. Roran muttered in the Ancient Language and led us around the massive trunk until he brought us down to a small clearing in Menoa’s roots. “Here. I sense a large deposit of dense metal under us.”

“Okay! Let me just do something to get her attention.” Kala got down on her knees in a prayer position with her hands clasped under her breasts. “Great mother, thou who purified the realm, who walked the hellscape, hear my call and bring a purifying pool to cleanse this land.” Kala muttered with an ominous echo to her voice and a faint iridescent glow emitting from her body.

Around her, the ground pulled away, forcing Roran and I to take wing to avoid falling into the swimming-pool deep basin that formed in the ground with Kala somehow floating in the same position, revealing many of Menoa’s roots. Then Kala moaned and groped her boobs before they burst out of her shirt in a tide of breast flesh as they rapidly expanded.

Our mate keened and panted as her nipples gushed milk like burst fire hydrants! The pool rapidly filled with Kala’s milk, said milk was a radiant glowing iridescent white that practically suffused the air with raw magic that surpassed the already mana-rich environment’s usual quantities.

“I have a lady boner.” Kat and I exclaimed with Katrina having poked her head out of my bust.

Soon enough, Kala had filled the pool she’d summoned and then whatever power had levitated her let her fall on her back in the pool of her own making with a splash, leaving her a wet and panting wreck with two boulder-sized bazongas still lightly spraying milk forth like a tiny fountain.

The Menoa Tree responded by practically ripping the nearest primary roots near the pool out of the ground to stab them into the pool. “Such wondrous nutrition. I thank you, this is the most satisfying thing I have experienced in my long life. Is there anything you would like in exchange?”

“The Starmetal tangled in your roots?” Roran asked as elks gathered in a mixture of awe and confusion.

“I was addressing the one who gave me this gift. What is it you desire, buxom one?” Menoa rudely dismissed my Rider, reminding me why she’s such a bitch.

“W-what my mate said. I did this because we need that metal for the new Riders.” Kala managed to say between gasps for breath and she used her nipple studs to shrink her bust back to her more accustomed chest basketballs.

“Such a simple request.” Menoa replied before a gigantic boulder of unnaturally gray raw metal emerged from the pool. “It was beneath where you placed the pool. With that pool there, it was much easier to retrieve. To ask: why is the pool not reducing in size? It should be seeping into the ground and I am drinking it through my roots.”

“Ah, it’s a Miracle, an art taught to my people. This particular miracle can be permanent if either attended to by a practitioner or the pool is regularly used. Just make sure someone, like yourself, uses it once a day and it’ll remain forever.” Kalameet idly replied while gesturing at the giant boulder of metal and I sighed while I carefully tried to adjust my size.

“Such an odd magic, but one I appreciate. I will keep this pool going for all time, so that this wonderful feeling it provides will never fade.” Menoa then went silent and by this point I had been able to guide my collar into letting a good deal of my true size out. I bent over, not caring that I was flashing dozens of people my panties, then wrapped my hands around the boulder to lift it with a grunt.

I may be a giantess, but I had to restrain a good deal of my mass to be able to fit between the trees. “Okay, this is heavy. Where is Rhunön? We need to get a recommendation from her on who could forge the swords of the New Riders, because she foolishly swore an oath to never craft another weapon like them.”

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Rhunön may have been a fool to have done such a thing, but she at least had a loophole like I expected. She declared that if we left the boulder of metal from the sky with her, she would train an apprentice and also use magic to partially possess said apprentice for crafting the swords at least until they could craft them without her assistance.

Roran managed to talk her into allowing us to have a nugget of the metal so that we could more easily find more of it on our journeys. It wasn’t until after we left that Kala said she might be able to more easily get the stuff from her dimension if it wasn’t something unique to our dimension, meaning that between Roran’s sly skills with magic and Kala’s connections, the Riders may never have to worry about running out of the mystical metal.

Anyway, for our flight back to Surda, or at least the Burning Plains, we had decided it would be best if I first flew directly south through the Hadarac Desert until we reached Du Fells Nángoröth, or ‘The Blasted Mountains’ in the center of the desert. Roran had some hope for the visit because it was apparently where the dragons originally lived and was where wild dragons traditionally disgorged their Eldunari.

Personally, I didn’t think we’d find anything. If it was common enough knowledge that the elks knew of it, then it was quite likely that Sombra had raided the desert mountains of Eldunarya long ago.

“I love this view.” Kala said when she flew under me.

“Eyes below, not above. Get back in the saddle, I have to slow down to meet your speed unless you want to be left behind.” I telepathically huffed at my mate.

“Hm, I’ll ride inside.” Wait, what? Ahn~!

“G-get out~! I’m flying~!” I wailed and looked at Roran desperately, but he too was frozen in shock from what Kala was doing to me! “Ah! Ah~!” Get out~! Oh~! Fuck!

“You’re so hot and juicy in here~.” Kala psychically said and I shrieked with my wings wavering, forcing me to need to glide down towards the desert sands. Ahn~! I feel my passage stretching! Is she letting her real bust size out~?! “Unf, so tight! Squeeze me~!” I feel more than her breasts! Oh gosh! How gigantic is her male organ in reality?!

“Hold it together, Shimmer!” Roran panted, my pleasure flooding him too and he could barely hold on to the reins as I roughly touched down on a sand dune and slid forward down it on my front while spasming in orgasm, which I was too busy having my face shoved into sand to roar about.

“Come on, open up, cervix~.” Kala purred as she shoved her head into the door to my womb. I think I blacked out. One moment I was in blinding pleasure, the next my vision was fading in from black and I was still spasming in pleasure

“Ah, I’m so satisfied right now~.” Kala said with her boulder boobs on my snout and my womb feeling full of spunk despite my gigantic size. “I couldn’t take it anymore, I just had to satisfy us both since Kat’s got Zecora and Zalu to take care of her right now. Sorry about the crash landing.”

“I’d be more upset, but Du Fells Nángoröth is just a short distance away and we’ve only lost a few hours.” Roran huffed from the side where he was checking my scales, likely for any injuries.

“I’d make it up to you, but I’m not a giantess yet. I’ve got several decades or an excessively expensive potion treatment regimen before I’m big enough to return the favor.” Kala rubbed the back of her neck with a sheepish grin and I rolled my pearlescent eyes.

“You can make it up to me. Bend over and let Roran work out his frustration on you.” I chuffed and Kalameet blushed ruby red while Roran did too. “Come on you two~. I got plenty of pleasure back there and we might as well camp out here for the day and night. Let’s find shade in a dune for you two to get busy.” I got up and shook the sand from my scales.

“I’d rather not. We’ll be having plenty of that when we get to Surda.” Roran rebutted and Kala sighed in relief. I guess she wasn’t up for continuing after blowing such a load inside me that even my giant womb was feeling a bit of pressure.

“Well then stop fucking around and get on my back!” I demanded in irritation and my two mates flew onto my tent-covered saddle to avoid my wrath.

“Sorry, hopefully I didn’t inherit-

“Nope, no invoking Murphy!” I snarled and took to the air.

“Well, you just invoked him anyway.” Kala nervously chuckled and I growled. I damn well had better not be pregnant nearly a year ahead of schedule or someone is in the doghouse!

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The Blasted Mountains were the letdown I’d imagined they’d be. Sure, we found fossilized dragon skeletons and calcified egg shells, but no trace of the Eldunarya of the dragons. Likely Sombra has them, his powerbase is literally the closest part of the Empire to here after all.

Anyway, from there I flew nearly directly southwest. Then when I hit a small mountain, corrected to head slightly west by southwest. I passed over the desert, then near the north edge of the Silverwood Forest and south of Furnost. Over Tüdosten Lake and maintained my course to where the constant haze of smoke led me to believe was the location of the Burning Plains.

Not only was I correct, but the sight of the army encampment on the edge of the continuous conflagration filled me with relief. I may be able to cross a distance equivalent to flying north to south across continental United States in hours, but the constant flying was exhausting. “Before anyone tries to shoot me, It’s me. Shimmer. I’m tired, I’m irritable. I’m going to land and you’re going to treat me the same as before. Here I come.” I broadcasted ahead and descended.

Everyone either unable to shield their minds or otherwise aware looked to the sky and a ruckus kicked up before I landed with a thud on the craggy ground and promptly laid down with my neck stretching on the hot rocks. Mm~...so warm...

“Ah, we’re finally here!” Kala sighed jumping out of my saddle before rushing to my head and smothering me in kisses. “I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

“Shut up and make sure Copernicus ate.” I transformed, still a giantess and perched on my normal scale, to me, breasts, which were still big enough to encapsulate a small house in boobage. “Go in and fetch them.” Kala obeyed promptly and I blinked at Roran emerging from my cleavage too. “Huh? What?”

“I guess we know what happens to what you’re wearing when you transform. Dragons seem to have a pre-existing sort of magical storage, which makes more sense than it ceasing to exist and being remade each time.” Roran replied before turning and looking around the camp as Nasuada approached. She wore a sleeveless dress and-oh. She went through the Trial of the Long Knives it seems, she’s showing the scars on her arms proudly with how they traced her stripes.

“Lady Nasuada.” I greeted my friend with a smile as I willfully ignored the pleasure in my core that I’d been straining to not let get to me the whole flight since Kala stuffed her seed in my womb. Thankfully my Eldunarya weren’t reacting like it had with Spike’s seed, so I definitely wasn’t preggers. Absolutely, totally was not happening this year, no thanks.

“Shimmer, or since you’re putting Lady first, I suppose I should call you Lady Shinescales. You are certainly more radiant than when you left. Motherhood has treated you well.” My beautiful zebra friend politely yet playfully replied and I snorted smoke in amusement while Zecora, Zalu, Kala, Kat and Roran unloaded the crates for the mixed Varden, Warg and Surdan troops to sort.

“So it traveled faster than me. I suppose magical communication is more in use lately?” I commented while enjoying the mixed looks of awe and obvious arousal among everyone as they gazed upon me. Where are Eragon and Saphira though? I wanted to hold my size over her.

“Yes, how have you been?” Nasuada casually asked and I smiled at my friend.

“Oh, fine, just hornier than a blue-balled march hare and unable to properly indulge when we were in Du Weldenvarden because elks are prudish shits. Your people are stiff-backed bores, Arya!” I shouted into the camp. “Where is she? Where are Brom, Eragon, Saphira, Spike and Twilight?”

“Brom, Eragon and Saphira are in Tronjheim to aid Orik in his bid for the throne. I’m surprised word hasn't reached you of Hrothgar’s death.” Nasuada sadly informed us and I cringed. I knew he was old, that he was fated to die on the plains, but I hope it wasn’t Murtagh who dealt the final blow like in canon. “As for Arya, Twilight and Spike, they are helping King Orrin manage some rather frustrating nobles protesting the war to the point of withholding support.”

“Wait, what?! When I brought Orik here, you guys had already finished the battle and that cool old dog was still alive!” Kalameet exclaimed in shock and confusion.

“He didn’t die on the battlefield. He died protecting Orik from Az Sweldn rak Anhûin when they went to Tronjheim to deal with the traitors. We don’t know the outcome of the Moot yet, but we’re hoping that due to Orik’s competence as well as his status as a Dragon Rider, the clans will vote him in as the 43rd King of Tronjheim.” Nasuada filled us in and I felt even sadder.

It was bad enough in canon Hrothgar died from magic trickery when he wanted to die a warrior, he instead died as a victim of assassination from his own kin. The shame his people must feel for their beloved king to die in such a manner, even if he did go with honor in the end. “He will be missed. I know I do.” Roran said with a bow of his head. He and that old warg got along well.

“Look, I know it’s rude of me, but could we please unload my cargo so I can sleep?” I pleaded and everyone winced at the bite in my tone clearly hinting I didn’t want to dwell on it. Damn it. I know I can’t save everyone, but it still hurts.