New Legacy

Ch.38

As soon as my cargo was unloaded, I shrunk down to the amazement of everyone besides my group and I then crawled into Roran’s satchel to cry a little and then nap. I could face the world after I’d had my cry and rest. I was talking to the snuffleupagus when I suddenly became aware of a familiar chimeric bear at our tea table. She quite rudely interrupted our discussion on the plausibility of cannibalism being a temporary solution to both world hunger and overpopulation.

“Not the oddest conversation I’ve interrupted. How have you been?” The serpent bear asked with a sip of her sweet black tea, the good ‘gonna-give-ya-diabeetus’ stuff.

“Oh, it’s you. If you don’t mind, I was about to ask-.” Mister Snuffleupagus is gone! No~! “What have you done to him?!” I got a boop on the snoot and suddenly my dream-addled mind became lucid. “Oh...cool.”

“Aunt Luna taught me this. Ahem, so, how are you doing?” Dongoruas asked and I leaned back in my recliner while it transformed into a therapist couch and Dongo was now in a therapist chair. Trippy.

“Well, I’m alright I suppose. I mean, sure, someone I knew and cared about died, but his death was inevitable. Despite my changing things, he still died under different circumstances. Everything is still progressing by the playwright’s pen and I have to wonder if I’ve accomplished anything.” I vented with resignation. It felt like despite me dropping in the pool like a cannonball, the water settled all too quickly.

“That is an easy assumption to make regarding our personal efforts. How about your relationship with young Kalameet? How is that progressing?” Dongoruas questioned and I had to wonder about her motivations.

“Well, fast. We’ve grown surprisingly close considering how long it took Katrina to open up to me in that way. Then again, Katrina used to be straight and Kala is bi with a preference for females. Then there’s the fact she’s got the best of both worlds even if her testes are internal. Kinda hot actually, knowing I can drive her wild just by rubbing her tummy.” I snickered, that was a fun discovery when we were just having a tickle fight one evening.

“A symptom of Everlasting Culture, don’t be shocked if she tries dominating you since mating season for them lasts about a week despite being receptive year round. That said, she’s also in a crucial part of her development. Her species undergoes a drastic period of physical, emotional and personal growth in their twenties and Kalameet was slated for the blacklist due to her namesake being partially reborn. With you silencing and possibly killing Old Kalameet, you may have spared her from a terrible fate.” Dongo informed me grimly.

“Blacklist? What, she’d be considered persona non grata for businesses?” That would absolutely suck and force her to live on the fringe of society, but-.

“She’d be either executed or enslaved for being a danger to herself and those around her. It was part of why we orchestrated her to be inserted in this scenario in place of Elric after he’d gauged your group’s personalities and the presence of psionic magic that might do what we have been unable to, since psionics are unstable and dangerous in our realm with how little we know about them even after thousands of years.” Dongo calmly stated and I choked.

“What?!” I snarled at the bear chimera, ready to lash out only for a chocolate pop shaped like a massive dick and balls to be pushed into my mouth. Oh~ this tastes amazing… “Mm~...”

“Now, for the most part I’ve reviewed Kalameet’s mind myself with some help from my sister Hermais. My owl sibling was a little miffed about me taking over her project, but agreed. Kalameet’s ancestor is still there, but nearly dormant. After you lashed out at her, her unstable and wrathful mind nearly shattered, but over time she’s returning with less of her irrational anger.” Dongoruas leaned in and pressed on my flat tummy. “Don’t let her breed until she’s worked through her issues, or one of your children will inherit her curse instead.”

“Hm, hm.” I hummed around my penis pudding pop, listening absently as I sucked and slurped on the somehow not-diminishing treat that even throbbed~! Mm, yes, I think I know where this is going~.

“Don’t worry, even though she’s Urta’s daughter, your body is very strictly non-receptive right now, but let her fill you too often and she’ll work past that. If you get male organs either standard or non-standard, don’t cum in her womb or the same will happen.” Dongo moved her hand down and I moaned around the moving popsicle that was fucking my throat when she fingered my puddling pussy.

“Hm~.” I hummed in agreement as Dongo got on the couch with me, another pudding penis between her legs. It was so cold, but oddly pleasantly as she gently shoved it into my sweltering hot quim, the chill making me shiver in a mixture of pleasure and shock.

“For now, I’m going to enjoy my work. I hope you don’t mind the potential of my offspring, my little daughter dragon.” I didn’t really hear her so well when the chocolate balls at my lips began churning and I had to start gulping down delicious cold pudding.

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I woke with my belly full of something as my quim leaked pudding. “W-what?!” I yelped in shock. How, when, why?! That’s too fast! I groaned as I pushed to try to get the very large egg out of me. Holy shit, I look pregnant with twins, but it was only one egg, the rest was just chocolate pudding.

“Are you okay?” Roran asked as the egg pressed down against my cervix and my vagina quivered from the strain while it gushed pudding.

“No! I’m birthing an egg, get me out!” I demanded from my rider in panic as I hoped that was not Kala’s kid. No, it doesn’t feel like her’s. Roran quickly reached into his inventory to pull me out when a stream of pudding rushed out of me from a contraction. Shit~! It’s replaced what would normally be amniotic fluid~!

“Shimmer?” Roran asked as he laid me in his cot, my mind racing as I pushed on the egg. Why was this so hard compared to before~?! I grunted and pushed with another contraction, only getting more pudding. How big is it? It doesn’t seem to want to leave me!

“Get this egg out of me!” I shrieked as I panted and cried in pain. The others didn’t hurt. Something’s wrong. “G-get me outside! It’s too big! I’ve-guh~!” I shrieked as I tried to push, but this egg, it was beyond big. It was bigger than me right now. My belly was just showing this size as a representation!

“What happened?! Did I put an egg in her?!” Kala asked in panic when she and Katrina rushed in with my sons trailing after them.

“Not yours! Gah~! Fucking get me out of the camp! It’s too big~!” I screamed and my mates picked me up, ferrying me out of the camp past worried onlookers until we were beyond it. The moment they set me down and fled a good distance, I allowed my true size into reality and I wailed as I clutched at my tight fecund belly, now only seeming like a single child pregnancy.

I pushed with greater ease this time and I moaned when the egg finally left my quim along with a tide of thinned pudding. Holy fuck. I sat up and panted as I eyed the hill-sized rainbow spiraled egg that glistened with moisture and how the shell caught the light. “That is preposterously enormous.” Roran commented as I wondered if it was a prank. I reached out to it with my mind to find that it was real.

“How? Who’s the father?” Katrina asked as I rubbed my once-more tight abs. Why do I feel like I had just talked with my mother for hours and she gave me a gift?

“Unf, I feel like I just spent time with my mother.” I muttered in confusion, at least until my mind managed to remember a little of my dream after it turned lucid and I gulped. Why was her egg so gigantic? Isn’t she technically my mother since she was the one who guided my rebirth? “Well, we have a giant egg on our hands and I have no clue if this is at all normal.”

“It is, actually.” We all turned our attention to Twilight, Spike and Arya as they emerged from the camp with Nasuada trailing them with just as much awe as the rest. “The larger a dragon is, the more massive the egg.”

“Wait, so all of my future eggs will be this massive?!” I squeaked fearfully, but Twilight shook her head.

“It doesn’t normally apply to Bonded dragons though. It does happen on occasion, but it’s usually a one-off. Those eggs aren’t part of the Pact though, so you just birthed a Wild dragon egg.” Twilight informed me and I hugged my newborn egg with concern. “I’ll teleport it to an isolated island to the south. It will be safe there and someday hatch with an instinctive sense of direction.”

“Won’t it just be a tiny thing left to its own devices?” I mewled and Twilight teleported the beautiful egg away to my disappointment.

“Wild eggs aren’t like Bonded eggs. Then there’s the fact that they’re not like your Bonded eggs. They hatch on their own, survive and grow on their own and possibly die. Interfering with that tends to result in either the interference or the hatchling dying anyway, so it’s best to let nature take its course.”

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“Sister! Off the starboard bow! Tis a giant egg!” Luna shouted back across the airship in excitement and Celestia blinked, wondering how gigantic the egg must be to be visible from just below the point where air was too thin.

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I feel like Twilight may have made a big mistake, but oh well. I just hope that spectacularly colourful dragon grows up well. “Good to know. Nasuada, I fear to ask, but where is Ajihad?” I questioned after I shrunk down and fished out a fresh pair of clothes. That was the fifth tunic I’ve destroyed this month! I need to get more clothes.

“Worry not, he hasn’t perished. Father is stuck in Aberon trying to herd those damned cats. Sorry, griffins, giving us so much trouble. He was the one who sent word for aid from Twilight, who brought Spike and Arya as literal and political muscle.” Nasuada answered while subconsciously tracing the scars that matched patterns with the stripes of her arms.

“Good. Now then, I awoke rather unpleasantly. I’m going to find some tea, coffee or other indulgent non-alcoholic drink and then screen for potential Riders.” I moved to stride through everyone, but was surprised when Katrina and Kalameet grabbed my arms and pulled me back to standing before everyone. Before I could object, I gasped at the sight of familiar faces emerging from the crowd. “Miss Belle! Horst! You made it! What about the others?”

“Well, Darling, we’ve all more-or-less arrived just fine. I had to abandon nearly my entire wardrobe, but they were just clothes and Sweetie needed me more than she needed a dress. Also, please stop calling me Miss. I’m no Lady, yet. We’re also friends even if I never met you directly. Please call me Rarity.” Miss-ahem, Rarity insisted and I smiled brightly at her.

“So you’re the one who filled young Roran’s head with all these ideas? Good work, lass. Roran always had a good head on his shoulders. It’s great to see him using those brains his father gave him.” Horst, the towering muscle-packed tan earth pony with black eyes and hair said with a kind and sad smile on his face as he approached Roran where he put his massive hands on my Rider’s shoulders. “Words travel faster than people. Are you okay, boy?”

“...I will be. I am for the most part, but regarding father, I will need time.” The pain Roran shared with me made me want to hug him, but Horst did that for me, wrapping his massive arms around my stallion and he choked on a sob as the stallion he could call a godfather comforted him with gentle rocking and pats on his back.

“The pain never fully goes away, but you learn to accept and cope with it in time. I know you’ve learned to recover from the loss of yer mother. They’re in a better place boy. Should you ever need me or my family, we consider you one of ours.” Horst kindly invited and Roran pulled away with a watery smile.

“Actually...Katrina needs someone to give her away at our wedding and I was hoping it would be you?” Roran asked and the stallion proudly puffed up his chest and looked at Katrina, who was hopeful with her hands clutched under her bosom and Cloud was perched on her shoulders with his head on top of hers, somehow adding to the effect.

“In the absence of your late father, Sloan Aldensson, would you accept me as your stand-in?” Horst questioned formally and Katrina rushed him for a hug with happy sobs into his chest as he hugged her too. I could see the two younger stallions and the mare behind the hulking blacksmith looked incredibly sad-happy too. They must be his family, but I can’t remember their names right now, which makes me feel bad. “You know this means I won’t be able to fill in as your father figure for the ceremony, don’t you boy?”

“I’m fine. Everyone from home or who asks knows I am Garrow’s son. Rather, were he here, I would have asked Brom to act in his stead, considering he is Eragon’s fath-oof!” I elbowed Roran too late! Everyone from Carvahall was in shock and Roran realized his blunder. “Oh pony feathers. Eragon, Saphira and Brom are going to end me…”

“Bahahah!” Kala cackled behind us.

“Before that happens, speaking of pony feathers, what happened to you?!” Twilight demanded, finally bringing attention to Roran’s new species by using her magic to highlight his horn and wings. “How did that happen?! Why are you an alicorn like the texts describe the goddesses?!”

“Hm? Oh, these. I forget I have them. Almost like I was born with them.” Roran extended his wings and pointed at his horn, careful not to touch it. He learned early on that unless it was an impact, his horn was quite sensitive. “As for the goddesses, Celestia and Luna are partially to blame for it. I apparently did something astounding and the feat earned me these extra bits. I don’t think it was worth it though. Although I did discover a way to rapidly build up vast quantities of mana beyond the standard methods.”

“It matters not what he’s become. Mage, warrior, Rider, god, doesn’t matter. He’s still Roran Garrowson; good stallion of Carvahall. Now then, Rarity, considering how much you adore such things, I believe you would be best suited to arranging the wedding considering Diane’s absence?” Horst asked, but before Rarity could speak, Diane somehow emerged from under the beautiful mare’s sun dress, causing Rarity to squeak and push her skirt back down.

“Present! One wedding coming up! Come on Rarity! Applejack already brought the cider! If we don’t hurry, Dashie is gonna drink it all and Flutters is too Shy to stop her!” Diane grabbed Rarity’s hand and dragged the mare along despite her mixture of protests and giggles.

“Oh, my gods! They’ve assembled!” Kala cheered with clapping hands and giggles. “Okay, we’ve almost got it, those six just need to find some sort of catalyst now.”

“Huh? What are-gah! Pinkie~!” Twilight yelped when Diane-oh right, she told me to call her Pinkie. Ahem, Pinkie, hoisted Twilight over her head like she was made of feathers and carried her off fast enough for both of their long straight manes and tails to trail behind them.

“We didn’t get to tell them we were waiting for Eragon, Brom and Saphira to come back.” Katrina was smiling regardless, but then she frowned and looked at Kalameet. “Kala, who could give you away?”

“Huh? Is it that big of a deal? Back home that was just a formality.” Kala looked unsure and worried, so Roran and I put a hand on either of her shoulders. “Um...I don’t really have anyone. My mother is the freaking goddess of Fertility, War and Power. She has about as much free time as a dock worker on Ark Harmonia. My sire was just a volunteer, I never even knew him. I guess I’m what you’d call a Bastard, which considering this world’s society, is a pretty bad thing.”

“Do you have anyone you could consider a father? Uncle? Aunt?” Roran probed and Kala wilted with a shake of her head. “Although some wouldn’t accept it, I don’t care either way, but if you have a close friend or colleague, they could stand in for a parental figure.”

“Well...I have a lot of people who owe me, but they’re acquaintances. I guess maybe Boone or Elric, who are like a strict and mean godfather and irresponsible uncle respectively. I could ask around, see about it, but I can’t promise anything.” Then everyone looked at me.

“What? I’m a dragon. Emphasis on the fact that unlike Kala, my species is local and known for abandoning their children like I just had to with that giant rainbow egg.” I huffed and Kalameet smiled sadly at me in understanding. Damn. I guess, in this life, I could relate. I didn’t get a mom or dad in this life. I’m lucky I could even remember my previous life when I woke up in this one. I cannot even remember my parents now, so...I guess we are in the same boat.

“Let us not talk further on this. Come, as your surrogate parental figure, join my family as we settle in since my fancy new portable smithy isn’t available today.” Horst declared and we were practically vacuumed into his family unit for a day of talking.

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Little Hope was such a cutie. The filly, Elain and Horst’s youngest, cooed and babbled constantly. She was so active. She’ll be a real chatterbox later on. I also got to know Elain, Albriech and Baldor better. Elain was a sweet and loving mare, while her and Horst’s sons were fairly cute with how flustered they were dealing with a trio of sexy ladies in close quarters.

Not that Elain isn’t a pretty mare, but she’s their mother so she doesn’t count to them. At some point I wound up helping her in the kitchen of the large tent the former villagers of Carvahall were issued as their mess tent. Katrina also reminded us that she was once a butcher’s daughter by whipping out the Beast Cutter -why does she still have that?!- and slaughtering a pig with disturbing practiced ease I nearly forgot she possessed.

It was at this point that Kala returned to us from wherever she disappeared to looking a bit pale and dumbstruck, so I rinsed my hands in the wash basin and went to her. “What’s wrong?”

“...Babe? I think I just made a big, big mistake.” Kala licked her lips and took a deep breath that came out shuddering. “...Mom is coming to our wedding.”

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“Beg pardon?” I asked as I felt the blood drain from my face.

“Urta, my mother, the Goddess of Fertility, War and Power. For some reason, she answered my call to the office and practically squealed my ear off about being happy for me. She’s looking forward to the wedding, however small it would be.” Then she looked me in the eyes. “She also said your mom was coming.”

“W-what?” Who could-no… “Dongoruas?” I squeaked. The last two times she showed up, something awful happened to me! I twitched when I heard a familiar voice humming at the dining table and I whimpered as I turned in that direction. Dongo was there and she waved.

I fainted.