New Legacy

Ch.40

This was it! Today was the day~! I bolted upright and almost dragged Kala, Kat and Roran with me out of the bed, but they all restrained me and then Roran whispered in my ear. Shortly I was cumming my brains out and spasming in their arms. When I finished returning to myself, I sighed at the relief I felt each morning after I had my turbo-charged lusts sated.

That said, even though it wasn’t the first thing on my mind today, I greatly appreciated it. Today, I’m supposed to be marrying my mates. Roran, Katrina and Kalameet would be marrying me today and I them. Brom agreed to act as Roran’s kin in place of poor late Garrow and Nasuada agreed to officiate it since there were no priests in the army. Priests were pacifists by requirement and thus would perform final rites after the fighting had passed.

“Are you calm now, Shimmer?” Katrina asked with care, considering she was told I was essentially in constant estrus even if I wasn’t receptive. Considering I can only compare my immense carnal hunger to when I begged Spike to breed me, I could only agree with that comparison.

“Yeah. Sorry for worrying you all so much.” I nuzzled my lovers, but before anything else could happen, an immense, imposing presence barged into the tent and lit it up with a turquoise light.

“Kali~! There’s my daughter!” The luminous entity cheered and Kala squeaked when the bright shining female yanked her from our bedding and smothered her with a hug and kisses on her brow. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to visit more than once a year on your birthday sweetie, but when I heard you had gotten better and was going to be married, I just had to be here!”

“Mom~! I’m still naked! My mates are still here!” Kala wailed in embarrassment and the glowing creature looked upon us. “Mom, you’re all shiny and stuff! Cut that out!”

“Oh, sorry~!” The glowing female rapidly dimmed, her body turning from a blinding brightness to a regal robe wearing softly glowing turquoise slime fox who had a figure that matched Kala’s perfectly, but she had muscles so compact and defined they looked like they could crush diamonds even though she was goo. She projected Power and raw carnal energy that made me horny again already.

“So, you’re Kala’s mother?” Katrina asked before the vixen pulled her to her hooves and hugged her against Kala, smishing their breasts together.

“Yep! I’m Urta; your soon to be mother-in-law. I’m the goddess of Fertility, War and Power from my universe. Heads up; sharing mates is somewhat of a tradition, so don’t be surprised if I try to nose in on my daughter’s action.” The fox cooed with a wag of her massive fluffy fox tail that dumped her pheromones everywhere. Oh goddesses I need to fuck again!

“Roran~...” I mewled and my Rider thankfully got out of bed and somehow managed to herd the ladies out as I began groping myself and resisting the urge to tail-yiff. My tail is...it works as a male organ now. I can’t do that to myself without a condom or I might risk self-insemination. Non-receptive or not, I can’t risk it. Then I heard Roran in my mind and I orgasmed again.

After coming down, I was panting and drooling all over myself with Roran patting me down with a dry cloth while Urta stayed back with her daughter and Katrina. “Sorry about that, sweetie. You’re definitely one of my wife’s relatives if you’re so sensitive. I’ll have a word with Dongoruas and her sisters about leaving you so vulnerable. If this was our homeworld, so many thousands of years ago, you’d have become a demon’s cocksleeve in hours.”

“I’m trying to arrange lust training for her, but things are tied up now in some conflict going on. What’s happening back home mom? Everything was relatively peaceful as always when I left.” Kala asked her mother worriedly, but the vixen looked at us and slightly shook her head.

“I’ll tell you in private later, hun, so long as you swear not to tell anyone.” Urta approached me and I whimpered at just her proximity riling me back up. “You poor thing. Everyone, I’m going to work this out of her in a more permanent fashion. The process is rather intense, so you may want to step outside. She’ll be fine, but she will be subjected to rather disturbing things.”

“I’ll still experience whatever she does by proxy, so I’m staying.” Roran looked at our other mates, who just closed the tent flap and activated the muffling runes Brom seared into the canvas after our first night of lovemaking with him back in the camp.

“Alright.” Urta exploded into turquoise glowing goo! I barely had a chance to squeak before delicious slime was pumping into my mouth, my cunt, my ass, my nips! I screamed through my nose as I was thrown violently down a stairwell of climaxes brought on by the Goddess’s amorphous body assaulting mine. My vision went dark, my body a numbed bundle of nerves only able to feel pleasure that shot through me every millisecond.

Eventually the blissful agony ended and I was spasming on the bedding with Roran laid across me and cum pooling around both of our crotches. I weakly blinked through the crust and mucus in my eyes with help from my nictitating membrane to see Urta sitting on the floor around a Japanese style low table with tea, having a chat with Kalameet and Katrina. “They’re awake.”

“Hey babe. You two just got subjected to my mom in her purest form. Do you feel pregnant? Squishy, like, goo squish not fat squish? Are you still a horny bitch needing to be bred?” Kalameet asked me urgently despite my state currently not being conducive to speaking.

“...No?” I managed to croak and weakly groaned into my nipple when Kala lifted my right breast to my face and I suckled my milk to moisten my mouth. Huh, self-sucking isn’t causing me to nearly orgasm. It was pleasurable, yes, but I wasn’t about to cum just from drinking from myself. “Thanks. I’m not constantly nearly on the edge. What did Urta do?”

“I went in and manually dialed down your body’s sexual sensitivity. I bet the only reason your mom didn’t do it for you is because she isn’t as good with such fine-tuning on biology as I am and I was already on my way.” Urta answered for me and I huffed in relief that I wasn’t stuck constantly on the verge of ecstasy. The past few days have been torture.

“I feel different.” Roran’s muffled voice groaned from where his snout was buried in my cleavage. His groin had settled down and was in his sheathe, but...I don’t think I remember his nuts feeling so big against my thighs.

“You’re fruit are fuller, Roran.” Katrina casually said with humor in her voice and Roran snorted into my sternum, content to just lay on me a bit. Well, I want up. I leaned down and licked his horn, which made him bolt out of bed with shivers and his dick-whoa~! Th-that’s so huge! It looks like it could tear any lesser female in half! It’s as thick as my forearm and nearly two feet long! “Unf...so much fuller.”

“Huh?! How did all of this fit into my abdomen?!” Roran questioned in shock before his fear caused his hard-on to rapidly go flaccid and retract into his sheathe, allowing attention to turn instead to his yummy hanging fruit that were the size of cantaloupes.

“All I did was accelerate the magical growth.” Urta said as she sipped her drink. “You’re lucky that was all I did, there is an option of making you a herm, but I didn’t click that switch.”

“Sorry, but I love my Rider as he is. He didn’t need those extra bits in the first place.” I huffed and got up to lean against my beloved Rider. “While I would still love him if he became a hermaphrodite like Kala, I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable with his body.”

“I know, the increase in everything was already happening and it might be inevitable since the only alicorns are known to be feminine.” Urta commented. “I would have taken it out, but it seems hard-coded into the manner he ascended. So...sometime between now and a thousand years he’ll be a she with a biggus dickus.”

“Well, I really wish those sisters mentioned something about this. Not like I had a choice in the matter, but I’d have appreciated having been told that up front.” Roran sighed and Kalameet suddenly hugged him.

“Don’t worry babe, being a herm is awesome. We get the best of both worlds. Whenever you start showing your feminine side, I’ll be right there to help you adjust.” Kala declared and Roran felt a surge of love and appreciation that filled me too and I just had to kiss Kala for that.

“Katrina, are you already imagining our stallion as a big-dicked mare?” I asked the copper-maned beauty who was now staring intently at my Rider.

“Big-dicked and huge-breasted with legs for days and an ass that can bounce bricks.” Katrina declared, causing Roran to flush at the image. He too had no reservations for how attractive such a female was to him, considering I fit that description already sans the penis. Aw, thanks. “Now then, ladies, we need to get our final measurements out of the way and such.”

“Ah yes the wedding! I have gifts for the brides. Only one involves a rounded belly.” Urta purred and rubbed her crotch, causing me, Kat and surprisingly Kala to perk up. “Get going, ladies.” I hurried to follow my fellow brides out of the tent, completely uncaring that we were all totally naked.

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“Just a few more minutes.” Rarity told me as she worked on adjusting my dress. “Traditionally, according to what I read up, Dragons liked to be seen wearing their dress before tearing it off in a display of acceptance of their mate. This is only for Bonded dragons, so I decided to give your dress a ‘tear away’ feature if you want to do that.”

“Well, before this morning I probably would’ve done that because my re-rebirth turned me into an insatiably horny bitch, but now I think I can save ripping the dress off for when we get to the honeymoon.” I cheerfully told my seamstress friend as I stayed still for her to finish adjusting the dress to fit me properly as well as the ‘tear away’ back that would open if I yanked my dress off from the front.

“Right.” Rarity giggled before she rounded me and hugged me from the front, smishing our breasts together as she squealed. “I’m so happy for you, darling. Now, I must go finish the others. You’re the second to walk up to the altar, I’ll signal when Katrina is next to Roran. Oh, but quickly, would you know what Spike’s favorite colour is?”

“Um...I don’t know, but I feel like he’s a big fan of purple, not just because of his scales or his Rider though.” I bemusedly replied and Rarity got a devious smirk.

“Good.” She said before walking out, only for my mother and Urta to slip into my changing tent.

“It’s almost time.” Dongo-mom smiled earnestly on her ursine face. Despite her thicc and motherly body, she wore a black tuxedo that fit her perfectly.

“Hey, uh, mom? I have to ask. Is this wedding, my wedding, important? In canon, Roran only marries Katrina around now because their passions ran high and she needed to be wedded so their child wasn’t a bastard. That hasn’t happened this time.” I wasn’t objecting, at all, I was just unsure of why my mom felt this was important enough to get involved in.

“Not really, none of you are pregnant and this union was to happen sooner or later. It's important to you, that’s what mattered. Unlike Eris and Hermais, I don’t plan every event, I just set up loose actions that need to be taken. I only act when my siblings say my kids may suffer if I don’t.” Dongoruas hugged me and then straightened out my white gown.

“I just wish to see my little one happy. Of course, to also welcome you to the family.” Urta said as she lifted her robe to reveal her massive horse penis that matched Roran’s beast as she eyed my mouth and hips. “I’ll be bending you and Kat over the cake.” I felt my body heat up, but at least this time I wasn’t going to immediately lose my mind.

“Aunt Urta!” Dongo squeaked with a bright blush. “You promised you wouldn’t hijack the celebration! Besides, knocking them up is Roran’s job and right.”

“Aw, I wasn’t going to pump them full of seed. I can wait until the honeymoon if they don’t mind us joining in on the fun.” Urta pouted and my mom became even more flustered.

“W-what? I wasn’t planning to-.”

“Oh come now hun, I’ve known you since you were born. You want to ram your dick into these beauties as much as I do. We’ll talk to the groom during the reception to see what he’s okay with.” Urta purred at my mother.

“F-fine.” Dongo mewled before kissing me, tongue and all. Even though I was shocked and she was my mother, I melted into the embrace and didn’t get a chance to do more than pant a couple of times before Urta followed suit. I squealed into her delicious mouth and felt pre-cum leak from the tip of my otherwise normal tail. “Aw, now look what we’ve done. She’s so worked up she might pounce on her mates the moment she gets to the altar.”

“Mm, I think there might be just enough time before you’re called up…” Urta licked her chops and her male organs suddenly vanished, leaving her puffy puddling pussy exposed. “Go on, give me that thicc tail~.”

“Fuck~.” I mewled and wormed my tail up to her drooling dick-drainer and rammed my long tail into her. I focused on working myself to orgasm as quickly as possible and the goddess was cooing in her own pleasure even if her own enjoyment was a second priority now. She loved my frantic and rough thrusting, she even casually orgasmed twice! “H-here it c-comes~!” M-my first proper tail orgasm since Zalu helped convert my tail into a male organ~!

Urta moaned as she took it, leaning on me as her belly swelled out. I groaned and somehow came again, even harder for a full minute before I stopped pumping into her, leaving us both panting and satisfied. “Oh, those will fit in my litter nicely. Well, I need to meet with Kala!” Urta perkily cooed before her belly vanished and she casually left me with a fem-cum and semen-drooling tail tip.

“Don’t mind Aunt Urta. Unless you’re married to her, she treats all sex like an exchange of favors unless she’s impregnating someone else. Don’t worry about your offspring, they’ll be well cared for. Kalameet is a very rare exception to the norm for the Empire.” Dongoruas snapped her fingers and suddenly I was cleaned up and presentable once more.

“I got that feeling from her. She’s certainly an eager breeder.” I never encountered someone like her before, but somehow her presence just told you who she was before she even spoke. Oh! Rarity just sent a cerulean wisp in! That means it’s time! “Okay...mom, it’s time.”

“I know I set you up for this new life and left you alone save for recently, but it feels good to have you call me that.” Dongoruas looped a hand in my left arm and guided me down the aisle of the hastily erected outdoor pavilion. The pews were packed and there were people politely waiting all along the outside of said pavilion.

I could recognize a great many of them despite never personally meeting the villagers of Carvahall, courtesy of Roran’s memories. However, King Orik got Pride of Place up front with Eragon, Saphira, Brom, Horst and his family. Orik’s partner, my daughter Hema, was off to the side with Copernicus and Cloud.

This all paled to the sight at the end of the aisle though. I felt faint at the sight of Katrina in a beautiful white gown that matched mine and my beloved Rider in a regal military-style suit. I felt Roran’s fond exasperation from what he experienced from my quickie with Urta, but that paled compared to the joy in his heart at seeing me in my dress first-hand.

When we reached the altar, Dongo-mom released my arm and took her seat on the front pew. “Cut it kinda close, didn’t you?” Roran playfully whispered into my mind and I smirked deviously.

Then came a moment that surprised me. Kalameet left her dressing tent not in a white gown, but a red one that accented her black scales perfectly. Urta was nearly as radiant in her dress robes that somehow seemed better than the one she wore when she and I had our bit of fun. Wait...where is Kala’s Third Eye? Why did she feel so calm compared to before?

“Kala, what happened? Why is your forehead clear?” I asked worriedly and the spitfire I’d grown to love smiled softly while she and Urta continued to approach.

“Mom finished her off. After you assaulted her back in Ceris, she’s been fading. I’m sure you noticed I’ve been getting more...happy with time since then?” I did notice. “Well, psionics are a dangerous and still unpredictable field back home, but surgical removal of something like the stone that was lodged into my skull is easy if there’s no outside force keeping it in.” Kala sniffled and happy tears fell down her cheeks. “You saved me babe...I’m free.”

My joy for Kala almost made me rush her, but I managed to restrain myself at least until she reached the altar and I hugged her when Urta relinquished her. “I’m so happy for you, Kalameet.”

“Just Kala. Fuck that bitch. I have my own damn name.” Kala declared before we parted and turned to face Nasuada who had her father Ajihad standing to her left as an additional authority on our union.

“Dearly Beloved. We gather here today…”

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A female voice gasped and bolted up from bed to rush to the southern windows of her bedchambers. She put her pink hands to the magic-warded glass with forlorn hope, that the True Love she could feel meant that her days as a prisoner in her own castle would soon come to an end. “Mm, Cady? What is it?” Cadence’s heavy heart ached at the voice of the stallion she grew to Love, even if he was still a slave to the monster keeping them both prisoner.

“It’s nothing, Shiny.” Cadence deflected, knowing his limited mental capacity, a part of his curse from Sombra, would keep him from questioning too much further. “I’m just feeling some people who truly Love one another getting married.” Cadence winced, cursing herself at the slip.

“Oh, that’s good. Any idea who?” Darn it, his casual curiosity and the fact he actually is interested since it interested her made his question both insidious and a painful reminder why she Loved him. It didn’t make the compulsion to obey any less painful.

“Shimmer Shinescales, Roran Garrowson, Katrina Ismirasdaughter and Kala Urtasdaughter. Wed in union by Nasuada, daughter of Ajihad of the Varden.” Cadence shut her eyes and sobbed at being forced to answer a question of who was wed and by who. Damn it all, damn Sombra for using her husband to manipulate her into obeying his demands.

“I must report this.” Shining Armor, her husband and brother to the escaped Rider Twilight Sparkle drawled in a dead voice before he put on his trousers and shirt and promptly left her to wallow in her misery at the window.

“To all of those who wed in the name of Love. Again, I must ask your forgiveness.” Cadence sniffled and clutched her hands to her sternum beneath her huge bosom, praying vainly to Celestia and Luna to save her, to save the lands before Love was destroyed and Sombra finally won.

She nearly wept when she saw Thorn fly south and another army begin to fly towards battle. Once more, she would cause strife where there should be Harmony. Sometimes she wished she could kill herself, but her forced oaths prevented even that much freedom. Still, she prayed, that soon things would turn for the better and that Sombra would die painfully.