New Legacy

Ch.39

“Oh, sweet daughter.” I heard when someone patted my head while my neck rested on heavenly tits and my ass nestled on a firm pelvis with wide hips. “I’m happy to actually meet you for real and not using projections.” The plush yet firm female acting as my bed cooed while something throbbed in my vagina and she hugged me.

“Oh~?” I groaned and wiggled as she nuzzled me, the rod pulled out before slowly pushing back in, only an inch in and out, but it was enough to make me spasm and moan with a twist of my hips.

“Unf, wow, you’re definitely related if you respond like that. The vast majority of people would jump up and scream.” She undulated under me and I gasped in pleasure at the intruder in my cunt penetrating deeper. “Oh, my little sweetie, you take so much after your granny.”

“Mm, deeper…” I panted as I finally opened my eyes to look down between my naked breasts and scrunched my brows in bemusement at not seeing a penis. Instead it was someone else’s tail inside of me. I’m so used to using my own tail I didn’t consider that other people’s tails would feel so different.

“You’ll get the real thing from your lovers later. Sorry if my projection got out of hand, my work is so high quality sometimes it gets away from me like Grunkle Bronze does, though it’s more of an accident for me than it is for him, that ancient troll.” The woman tail-yiffing me, who could only be my mother after a fashion, Dongoruas, said in apology. She’s much softer in both demeanor and body than my prior two encounters suggested.

“I birthed an-oeuf.” I told her with a grunt while my tail trailed up her thicc muscular thighs to her own pussy before promptly diving into it and making her gasp.

“Mm~, naughty~. I’ll rebirth you again if you keep it up~.” Dongo purred as she gyrated beneath me and accepted my own tail by spreading her legs a bit more. “Just be glad I am not in the mood to have my male organs right now.”

“Rebirth?” I groaned as I gyrated my hips to get the most pleasure out of her tail while she did the same with mine. Fuck~, I’m fucking and being fucked simultaneously~.

“Get me to cum and I’ll do it.” Dongo purred and my curiosity spurred me on, coiling and twisting my tail in her, which clearly surprised her since she clenched on me and bellowed a surprisingly cute ursine whine. “W-wow, you’re good with your tail. Well, I’ll show you what I meant, but first.” I spasmed when her tail began twisting like a drill in me-ahn~! “There, fair’s fair. Now just relax.”

“Mm…” I hummed, then blinked when I felt Dongo’s cunt pulling my tail deeper, past what had to be her cervix. I blushed and my heart raced. Holy fuck, don’t tell me! “Unbirth?” I meekly asked with a look up at the receding visage of my sort-of mother’s face as I was dragged down her body by her incredible vaginal muscles.

“Yes. I did this before with you, just before that gas leak killed you. The same with your surrogate siblings Saria and Nuanen.” Dongo cooed as I sank deeper. “But it was all projections, this is the real me now. I may not be able to avoid turning you into a Chaos Noodle.”

“Will I still be a Dragon for my Rider?” I mewled uneasily when my ass reached her pelvis and I whimpered as her cunt somehow stretched to start encompassing my hips.

“Of course. Draconequus are a type of dragon as much as they are a type of whatever species they seem a mix of. I just prefer bears. Now, unf, get in me~.” Dongoruas growled lustily and I squeaked as I was bent in half at the hips by her body suddenly sucking me in. Holy shit this is hot! I think several of my kinks may have been influenced by her before everything began!

“Shimmer? What is going on? You’re so horny it’s bleeding into me.” Roran questioned as I felt him rubbing his erection and fantasizing about how we’d all look in wedding dresses.

“I’m getting unbirthed by my mom!” I replied excitedly as my head was engulfed followed by the remaining lengths of my arms and legs.

“What is-unf! Why is that sexy?! Shimmer, have you been altering my sexual preferences?” Roran questioned curiously moments before I found myself in a tight fluid-filled space that was spongy and warm and dark.

Like my...egg…zzz...

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Mm...no...don’t wanna…leave me alone...ugh, fine…

I tried to move. Huh? Why can’t I move? I strained and struggled and fought against the panic that tried to well up in me. My panic ceased when I heard a loud crunch-ah~! It’s so bright! Turn off the lights! I fell over, unsure when I was standing, but I fell over and more crunching happened as well as a shockingly cold touch of air on my hot fluid-coated body.

I sputtered and opened my eyes to look up at my panting and satisfied mother with her cunt drooling her fem-slime while my future wives and husband were blushing down at me. “What?” I asked before I got up and towered over them again. “Oh, hold on.” I touched my neck -where is my collar?! I was about to panic because I assumed that with my collar gone, I’d suddenly surge to full size and kill everyone under my thicc muscular bubble butt, but nothing happened.

“Try a snap.” Mom winked at me and I blinked before doing as suggested -why is everything so big?! “Tee-hee, try again sweetie. Think about how you were.” Okay mom. I snapped my fingers and I was standing even with Katrina and Kalameet again with a sigh of relief.

“That’s better...what just happened?” I looked down at myself and froze at the sight of my pearly basketball breasts. I tried to have my nipple studs shrink them, but those were gone too. “Uh...mom? What happened? Why am I as busty as Kala at her preferred size?” I then realized my torso was still draconic, but I had a bird talon for a left arm and a bear’s for a right! “W-what happened to me?!”

“Damn it. This is so fucking hot. My fiancee is a Chaos Noodle.” Kala approached and ran her hands over my face. It still felt draconic, or at least reptilian. Damn it, I want to be a dragon not-! “Whoa! I guess that’s one way to keep kosher with the locals.” I blinked and looked at my arms again. Yay! Dragon hands, but why are the scales different colours?! My left is cobalt like Copernicus and my right is quartz like Cloud! My pearly scales~! Well, they’re still beautiful… I’m rainbow? Like my egg?

“What exactly happened?” Katrina groaned while she was groping my massive mams and I gasped when I gushed milk! I’m lactating! I make milk~! Oh my fucking gosh I’m so horny now!

“I fully made her my daughter. She already was in spirit and in all the ways that matter outside of interactions, but now she is mine by blood too.” The ursine serpent who was my mother stated happily with a rub of her abs. “You were a big egg, just look at the mess your hatching made!” I looked down at the puddle of amniotic fluid and rainbow-swirled pieces of egg shell around me with a blush.

“You’re still my Dragon too, just...different. Our connection is still the same, but I’m getting all kinds of odd feedback? What are snozberries and why are they supposed to taste like penis?” Roran asked me and I snorted at Roald Dahl’s adult joke he slipped into Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

“Huh, so will my eggs after this be the same?” I asked my mom.

“That’s the thing about us draconequus, especially ones as specialized as you sweetie. We can be vanilla, which is live-birth with 3 year long gestations, or in your case as a Rebirth, only a few hours from an egg. With your intent you shape the outcome of your pregnancy, but that’s more a benefit of being the granddaughter of the original Goddess of Fertility Wiatr, before she shared it with her wife Urta.” Mama Dongo poked my sternum with a grim expression. “Which means you have the same capacity to be an absolute strumpet like I and the rest of her descendents do.”

“Wasn’t I already rather promiscuous?” I mean, ever since my first rebirth and I reached puberty, I’ve been more obsessed with sex than I ever was in my previous life.

“Honey, compared to me and your other relatives, you’re a damned Puritan by comparison.” Dongoruas warned me firmly before snapping her fingers and dressing us both in modern T-shirts and dungarees like how Kalameet preferred to dress.

“Really?” I looked at Kala and she nodded in confirmation.

“Yeah. The Imperial Cabinet is ruled by the deities who founded the Empire, who run it as a Representative Oligarchy. Each of them are practically fueled by Sex because Wiatr is a rampant slut, which isn’t considered a nasty term in our society, more a description of someone obsessed with sex. She’s your grandma now since Dongo is her direct daughter.” Kala informed me and-oh. Oh. So is that why I’m thinking of fucking everyone right this second?

“I birthed a planet once.” Mama Dongo boasted in non-sequitur to help drive the point home. “Well, to be fair, it was an actual planet, not the life on it. Part of an artificial planet colonization project we’re still working on back home.”

“Can we please focus on the fact that you have altered Shimmer? She’s an important political figure in our world. With this alteration, her validity as a Dragon of the Pact may be called into question by the traditionalist elks who don’t like how her eggs work.” Roran brought up and I felt a searing sense of wrath at those impudent fools that caused steam to erupt from my ear-holes. I have cartoony physics now?

“She could just will herself to be a full dragon. I think she’s a Spirit of Dragons now. Almost a Goddess considering her parentage and the lack of local deities. A quarter of your grandmother is the All-Mother of Dragons in our dimension, so you’d essentially be inheriting her title for this realm.” Dongoruas crooned and hugged me with a grope of my ass that made me coo and press against her squeezing hands.

“Well, I’ve already birthed more eggs than any single dragoness in the history of this world. That doesn’t seem far-fetched.” I purred and pressed my breasts against my mom’s massive bust. “Mm~, hey. You wanna-?”

“Nope!’ Dongo playfully chirped and booped my snoot, somehow shutting off my ‘fuck-me’ switch that I realized I had! It’s not in my nose, it’s metaphorical, but I have one! I can just turn my arousal on or off? What is this cartoony bullshit I wish I had this whole time?! Puberty would’ve sucked a lot less with that thing! The past month would have sucked a lot less with that thing!

“Slow down, sweetie, don’t rush in. You already have so many people worried when word spread through the camp that you collapsed.” Katrina chided me and pulled me away from my super-fuckable mom and I looked down at Kat’s breasts before impulsively snapping my fingers. “Ah! W-what?!” Kat’s tunic shredded around her suddenly massive pair of tits that matched Kala and I’s basketball boobers.

“W-what?! Sorry! I’ll put it back!” I snapped my fingers, but Kat just moaned and milk suddenly pooled in her palms where they were covering her nipples. “Shit! I’ll just-!” Mom grabbed my hand and shook her head while the others fretted over an extremely horny Katrina, who was putting out ‘fuck-me’ pheromones like crazy.

“You’re going to need practice reining in your Chaos and resisting following your whims. Your grandfather, Discord, was once imprisoned in a stone statue for 1000 years because he couldn’t stop snapping his fingers at anything and everything that fit his fancy.” Mom warned me and I gulped nervously. I wasn’t very good at impulse control before someone gave me a smoking gun!

“W-what?! Lead with that next time!” I snapped my fingers and winced at how I accidentally turned my mom into a feral horse with a leather lead on her muzzle leading to my hand. “Whoops?” I sheepishly grinned and snickered because it was funny, but the unamused expression on mom’s face told me I was in deep poopy.

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“Oh! Oh! Do it again, do it again!” Pinkie urged me and I couldn’t help indulging, snapping my fingers and summoning a gumball pinball machine this time. “Oo~! What’s that?! It’s all bright and fun-looking!” I didn’t get to explain, Pinkie just went at it and started learning.

“The sheer amounts of thaumic resonance you’re generating should be enough concentrated magic on it’s own to cause reality to shift around you just by breathing Shimmer! How are you even able to guide it?” Twilight eagerly questioned as she used fancy magic doohickeys to examine me now that it was the next day and the initial shock of my re-rebirth had worn off.

“Who cares? So long as-hic-she can make it rain cider more, she’s gold.” Slurred the inebriated Rainbow Dash. She and another pegasus by the name of Fluttershy were captured and Twilight tested some sort of magic device she made on them to break their forced oaths to Sombra. It broke after two uses and Twilight said it wasn’t reliable for large numbers of people, so at best we’d only be able to free a couple prisoners from magic enslavement a week.

Either way, they had been unhealthily skinny and short in stature, a result of being raised in controlled conditions in Sombra’s breeding ranches for his army. The mares were bred and magically altered for speed while the stallions were altered for strength. The moment their forced oaths were broken, they were absolute messes according to both them and Twilight.

Still, I fixed them being 4-foot tall waifs with an impulsive snap of the fingers on sight of them and while Fluttershy was too shy to indulge in her extra busty taller new body, Rainbow was more than happy to wear the bare minimum to flaunt her muscular hourglass figure. She also got wasted on the cider rain I accidentally caused when waking up this morning.

“Sugar, you gotta lay off the cider. You’ll make yourself sick to yer stomach.” Applejack chided her shorter, slightly less muscular and voluptuous friend, who replied by kissing the mare. AJ rolled her eyes and pinched Dash’s neck before catching the snoring mare in her arms. “I swear, I’m just a magnet for females for some reason.”

Oh, sure, play dumb AJ. It has nothing to do with the fact you’re nearly 8 feet tall and stacked with so much muscle you look like you can snap a bullboar’s spine with your bare hands. You probably can. Females are naturally drawn to physical prowess, regardless of what people try to fool themselves into thinking. We’re all still cavewomen, just dressed up better with more brains.

“Why did you replace our clothes with animal skins and give some of us bone clubs?” Rarity questioned while examining their wardrobe change with an appraising eye. Whoops! Didn’t realize I’d snapped!

“This is going to take so much work to get used to.” I sighed and rubbed my face. My head was sapphire blue, like my sister. Upon this realization, I had willed my cobalt left arm to be gold like Master Glaedr, but I couldn’t change the color of my amethyst left leg, jade right leg, or obsidian tail. I didn’t mistake the connotations that those matched Spike and Kala, my two dragon mates. My wings were coppery, matching hue with Katrina’s mane and Roran’s russet fur.

I’m like a walking billboard of the people who mean the most to me. This suited me just fine, but my milky quartz right arm still confused me. I wasn’t all too close with my son Cloud, maybe that’s just what I subconsciously defaulted to and explained my left originally matching Coby. I still felt warm at the sight of my rear, each ass cheek being a different colour helped accentuate them more.

I wonder how much easier it would be to free Thorn and Murtagh now. Maybe he and I could-no. Brain. Come back from the ditch. Don’t make me get the winch! Now my right arm is ruby red! Gah! I only met him for a few minutes! Shoo! Shoo! Fuck! My brain is full of fuck! How do I turn that switch off?! “Can I please go drown myself in the river?” I mewled pathetically.

“Not until I can verify if these gills actually work.” Twilight hooked one of said new body parts at the point where my draconic head met my neck and I froze. It didn’t hurt, but my new gills, courtesy of Zalu finally having the last of the ingredients she needed, were still new so I didn’t know how to process if I liked or disliked them being touched. That and...the other thing I was interested in, which was also why I wanted to be alone, because I’m surrounded by super-fuckable mares and I’m super fucking horny!

Thankfully, Brom entered the tent we were using and he promptly muttered in that ancient gibberish as he swept his blue eyes up and down me while he circled. “She’s just as much a dragon as her children and sister. She simply has strange magic now.” He told annoyed elks outside. “You are welcome to look if you want, but you may not with your hands.”

“So long as they don’t harm me they can touch me all they want~.” I purred and groped my breasts before I bit my lip and willed myself to stop behaving like such a slut. Damn it though, I need some attention soon or I’m going to fucking lose it!

“We will take that invitation to investigate.” The trio of elks, two cows and one bull, approached me and I moaned as they muttered and traced feather-light fingers all over my body. They were horrid teases, only maintaining such light touches and avoided my forward attempts at getting them to touch me more. By the time they finished, I was sitting on the floor with my legs doing curled splits and my groin rubbing into the ground as I drooled and leaked milk from my soaked tunic around my nips.

“Her body is hyper-sensitive from her magic running rampant everywhere with no focus. Her Eldunarya, plural, are overflowing with magic to the point she’s continuously pouring it all around her. We’d almost declare her disabled if not for the fact that she is still functioning despite her intense predisposition towards sex. She may even need intercourse just to think clearly.” Yes! Prescribe me sex! I need it! Mama needs to sate this thirst in her core!

“I could’ve told you that, but of course you needed to agitate her.” Brom snarled like the crotchety old nag he was and he whispered into my ears. Whatever it was, my brain still acknowledged the Ancient Language and I came my brains out on the spot with a squeal of rapture. “Feel a bit better?”

“Guh...give me a minute…” I twitched and spasmed before I sprang to my feet. “Yep! That did the trick! Damn, I think I better get satisfied every morning if just going half the day without sex turns me into a total spaz.”

“I’ll ensure Roran knows the specific words so you don’t spend hours of precious time on intercourse. Perhaps study them yourself so you can return the favor.” Brom sternly said before he turned and I finally noticed Saphira, who looked at me in a mixture of horror and envy. Eragon next to her was blushing so red you’d think his head turned into a tomato. I managed to grasp my ready-to-snap other hand to prevent it being literal.

Between them was Orik! Wait...if Orik is here! “Oh no~! You didn’t become king?!” I wailed down at my favorite warg. My brown bearded buddy scratched the chin of his partner, the black hematite daughter of mine who I do not know the name of yet, but I’m sure she and Orik would be poetic about it.

“So quick to assume. I am the 43rd King of Tronjheim, however I plan for that to change. My people have squatted in the Beor Mountains long enough. With how the yaks have sided with us and shown their own sort of twisted honour, I plan to try Rider Roran’s ambitious plan to begin settling the Spine.” Orik smiled and chuckled. “Shinescales, good name. At least the elks have some good sense to them.” Aw, thanks Orik.

At least, I mean, I still don’t know why the elks dubbed my surname~?! I’ve gotta know someday!