New Legacy

Ch.42

“Sister! You must try this!” Celestia weakly cracked open her eyes at her sister’s ecstatic insistence. Her dark-themed sister was straddling her hips with the blanket between them and holding an odd cloud-shaped colourful mass at her snout.

“Lulu, please. You’ve been insufferable ever since you hatched that little monster’s egg. I’m so tired. Just let me sleep…” Celestia pleaded with her eyes closing, only to get a piece of melting sweetness put in her mouth and all exhaustion fled her in a surge of energy. “W-what is this?!”

“I don’t know! It’s like cotton, but it’s candy! I call it cotton candy!” Luna put some in her own mouth, worsening the discoloured stains around her lips. Celestia wasn’t going to comment, but all of the sweets Luna had suddenly become able to summon out of thin air were already showing their toll on her increased bustline as well as the tightness around her hips, buttocks and thighs. Soon her little sister may surpass her as the bustiest mare in Equestria.

The little flying rainbow snake child seemed happy as always while he was coiled around her sister’s neck like a garish scarf with his tail tip wiggling and his mischievous swirly eyes, matching her sister’s new swirly eyes gleaming playfully. The way he framed the silvery symbol that had appeared on top of her sister’s left breast also reminded Celestia of what were known as Dragon Riders from what they’d learned from Roran.

“Oh, Tia! I have just had an incredible idea! I’ll make the pancakes!” Lulu jumped off of Celestia and the bed by consequence, hovering without even moving her wings to fly out of the room and Celestia pulled her blanket over her head. The world wouldn’t end if she slept in, would it?

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“Why is it still so dark?” I muttered in confusion as I stepped outside the next morning. I don’t think it’s early. My internal clock insists the sun should be well on it’s way into the sky by now. Whatever, probably a solar eclipse or something. I haven’t found out how those work here and Roran’s studies don’t have any focus on astronomy.

“Hey babe. Whoa it’s dark...anyway, how’s old gran treating you?” Kala asked when she came outside and rubbed my Third Eye without hesitation, causing me to wince at having her hand cover vision I had already adjusted to thanks to what I was about to tell her.

“She’s not dead. Unaware, basically sleeping like the other Eldunarya in my chest, but not dead. She was a real bitch, wasn’t she?” I asked rhetorically before looking over at my snoozing wife. Katrina was still a gigantic ball of cum and developing babies, but she’d shrunk down by half her size overnight.

“Yeah. Glad she’s no longer an issue for me. I just sorta wish you didn’t take her on, even if I said it was your choice. It was enough that you saved me, I kinda don’t want you to suffer my burdens.” Kala wrung her hands together in that nervous tick I’d come to know, so I took her hands in mine and looked into her eyes.

“Kala, we’re married now. Sharing burdens is what we do. Besides, better me with all this odd bullshit going on with my Eldunarya as it is than some unprepared goob getting overtaken by her and turned into a raging murder machine.” I said to my wife before I leaned in and smooched her on the lips.

“Well, then trust me. The power boost she’d give in a panic or rage will be great. Also beware things you may see now that you couldn’t before.” Kala sternly warned me.

“What do-who is that?!” I yelped and jumped into Kala’s arms like Scooby Doo into Shaggy’s at seeing someone hard to describe. “She’s all covered in eyes and looks like a purple furless fox!”

“Oh! That’s Minion! Hey girl, I can’t see you anymore if you’re all trans-dimensional.” Kala happily said and shortly the entity became more real, revealing said monstrosity. Only, she was much less brain-bombing and rather pretty in a simple sundress.

“Hey Kala! This One is here to fetch her wife’s sister. Don’t worry about not seeing This One right now, you’ll see her later.” Minion, the fox-like entity said in overlapping cute/sexy/stern voices all at once despite only having the one apparent mouth.

“Alright girl. Hey, hold up.” Kala set me on my feet and got a lecherous gleam to her expression. “I’m married now! You said we could bang if I got married so Hermais couldn’t punish you for ‘cheating’ with someone who wasn’t committed!” Huh? Oh, right, swingers. I guess unless the person involved is either for the whole group or already in a loving relationship with no intent of betraying their partner emotionally, then adultery is still frowned upon in their society.

“Oh! Congratulations! This One will gladly copulate with you before she leaves.” Minion and Kala hurried inside with giggles and I rolled my eyes, my artificial third one too, then went up to my dozing wife who was grunting and muttering in the tell-tale signs of waking up.

“Good morning, Katrina. The sun hasn’t risen for whatever reason, but even if it’s the end of the world or whatever, there’s nothing to be done about it.” I shrugged, figuring if imminent death was incoming, I’m sure Urta and Dongoruas would’ve evacuated at least me and those close to me. I’d be crushed, yes, but if the sun someday chooses not to rise, well, you’re S-O-L.

“Mm, Celestia must have decided to sleep in. It happens a few times a year, just wait a bit and the sun will shoot across the sky to sync back up with our sense of time.” Almost prophetically, the sun did just that! It hung in the sky as merrily as always about mid-morning I believe. “Mm, warm…”

“Would you like to shrink down and come inside? You must be hungry.” I offered my wife, who looked down at me between her breasts, which had grown overnight to being the size of beach balls and now had the matching pearly nipple stud piercings Kala and I had.

“Actually, I’m fine. I’m not hungry at all. Oh? I’m sustained by the magic woven into my body? You all manage that for me? What about waste? Oh, neat. Apparently I don’t need food. My body ambiently pulls in magic and nourishes me and my womb’s occupants with it. I could still eat though.” Katrina shrunk down back to her normal self and rubbed her lower abs. “I’m not upset at all with this arrangement.”

“Let’s find out how Roran feels.” I reminded her and Katrina winced before she nodded and joined me inside, where Roran was drinking his morning tea while pouring over a book.

“Good morning. I’m fine with it, so long as Katrina is happy and we have the big family she wanted.” Roran said before we could even ask. Right, he can see, hear and feel everything I do...why do I suddenly want to be a tiny Chaos Noodle and hang around his neck like a scarf? “Go ahead Shimmy.” Ee~! I snapped my fingers, turning into a tiny snake-sized version of my base form and flew magically to wrap around him and I purred once I was around his hot, thick, strong neck.

“Aw, she’s so cute like that!” Katrina praised me and pet my head. Oo~, yes, stroke my noodly body… “Speaking of little cuties, do you mind letting Copernicus and Cloud out of your storage, Shimmer?” I whined, because I didn’t wanna leave my Rider’s neck. It’s so firm and warm. I looked into Roran’s eyes, only to feel concern when his gray eyes turned into swirls of gray and white. “Uh...Roran? Shimmer? What’s going on?”

“Hold on…” Roran held up a finger and snapped. Suddenly Copernicus and Cloud were on the floor and they chirped happily up at Katrina before she had to jog after them when they ran out of the front door. “Hm...it seems I can use your magic directly now, Shimmer.”

“That was draining though, not like when I do it.” I told him and wondered why that was. “Do it again on a whim.” Roran snapped his fingers and now there was a mug of hot coffee, actual coffee in his hand. “Oh~ that smells so good...also that took almost no energy out of me.”

“So trying to force it to do a specific thing is very draining, but just going on a whim or being more loose with it takes nearly no mana. That’s practically the inverse of Ancient Language magic and innate unicorn, alicorn or changeling magic. It’s very Chaotic.” Hearing him say that word made me shiver in pleasure. Oo~! Nowhere near as good as The Words he uses to make me cum, but woo that is a fun word for me now!

“You can say that again!” I cheered, but his mental amusement told me he wasn’t going to indulge me. Hmph! Oh well, I can’t have fun all of the time. Well, I’m having fun now anyway.

“Maybe after we report back to the Varden. We still have the rest of today for the honeymoon, but I have this...feeling. Do you remember the sensation of waiting for the yaks to assault Tronjheim?” Now that Roran mentions it...yes. I feel the same welling sensation of building dread. Like something horrible was about to happen.

“Katrina is busy with the young drakes and Kala is having fun with a friend of her’s. We could leave them here with a note since this deep in the forest, it’s highly unlikely anyone could stumble across this place and if they do, our wives could handle a few thugs or hunters.” I suggested to my husband and he nodded in agreement.

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We told Katrina before we left that we were going to check in with the Varden. However, we didn’t even make it there. “Thorn! You will not win!” I shouted as I breathed a rainbow of fire at him and his ruby red flames barely managed to make a dent in the conflagration I’d sent his way. “Retreat! You shall not find success today!”

“I’m afraid my orders supersede my desire to live. You came too late anyway. By now, Murtagh will have completed our objective.” Thorn grimly informed me and dodged through a loop of my long body. He nipped at my scales, but my superior natural defense caused his teeth to skitter off at the speed I was flowing through the air. “I am curious as to what has caused you to take such an exotic form.”

“Perhaps when we’re not mortal enemies, I can tell you.” I replied and hissed an unnerving serpentine hiss-roar before lunging at the red dragon, who closed his wings and fell out of reach before turning the fall into a dive and rocketing away. “You cannot escape! I am faster!”

“The fox does not always catch the hare.” Thorn enigmatically rebutted and I gasped when he vanished after a certain distance. No! The notice-me-not charms! Damn you Sombra! Those were one of our greatest advantages!

I flew fast and low, trying in vain to find Thorn or Murtagh to no avail. I hiss-roared and flew back south towards the Burning Plains to see that Roran had managed to help push back the Imperial assault on the camp. The sight of dozens of dead Imperial soldiers and nearly as many of ours filled me with sorrow as I approached.

“Shimmer! Shimmer, did you stop Thorn?!” Roran desperately pleaded with me and I shook my head. I think I know what has happened, but why? Why so soon?

“I did not. They have our notice-me-not charms. They are gone.” Roran cursed up a storm and stomped about in his impotent fury after my bad news.

“Roran, storming about is not going to bring Nasuada back.” Brom chided my Rider from next to a battered Eragon and a...oof. The disturbing disproportionate little hippogriff next to him must be Elva, the child he accidentally cursed. I completely forgot about her despite how important she was to the canon. “Although losing Nasuada is a grim blow to our pride, we still have the rest of our command structure, Ajihad still remains in Aberon.”

“What about assassins?” Eragon questioned as he leaned against Saphira, my sister practically holding him up since he was heavily favoring one leg.

“Trust me son, Selena was once a Black Hand, she told me all there was to know of the group. We’ve killed too many for there to be any remaining assassins aside from the Ra’zac. I fear however that this small strike force was entirely for the purpose of abducting Nasuada to demoralize us and torture her for information. The next wave of the army may well be on it’s way.” Brom warned us all and I hiss-roared.

“We can burn them before they arrive. With Spike, Saphira and I, we should be able to repel any such force.” I wasn’t surprised when Brom shook his head at my suggestion.

“No. If they slunk away, then Murtagh has utilized the notice-me-not charms and perhaps Sombra may have duplicated them despite them being part of my Talent. Sombra may have even warded his soldiers against dragonfire and normal fire considering our location. No, we must prepare for another, much larger assault while Twilight retrieves Ajihad.” Brom declared and I simmered in frustration at us being on the back-foot.

Well, back coil in my case. My base form doesn’t have hind legs anymore. “Great!” Snarked Elric, who was still here. “This war is getting interesting.”

“Where have you been?” I asked in fond exasperation for the mildly annoying Undead skaven.

“Here with the soldiers, learning about how you conduct war. I have been given permission to train units! I’ve been teaching the arts of Carim and tactics used in the War of Grey and the War of Chaos Flame!” That last bit sounded like something out of anime, but I wouldn’t know for sure.

“Shimmer, we can learn more later. If an army is coming, I doubt they won’t have scouts scouring the Melian Forest. We need to go pick up our wives and their partners.” Roran announced and ran for my saddle, which paradoxically was just as large and fit just as well above my wings and around my arms. Said limbs served as little more than a means to grasp surfaces and gave me a way to cast my odd new magic in this form.

“I’ll get my wife here, if she’ll have permission.” Elric spouted non-sequitur and we all looked at him incredulously. “What, you thought I was single?”

“With how you presented your bosom and rear so often, yes.” Eragon huffed in disapproval and I was momentarily glad I didn’t contest Saphira’s claim on him. Eragon has turned out to be such a stick in the mud.

“Well, my beloved Quebella will grace your battlefield by the end of the day!” Elric said with a smile as he jogged off to perform whatever odd communication ritual he has. Whatever, I can worry about alien wives later, my own wives come first!

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I slithered upon landing to wrap around the house and expanded my senses to check for danger while Roran flew into the house to fetch our wives. I sense many minds on their way. The sky overhead will soon be blotted out by the incoming tide of pegasus soldiers! “Roran, hurry! Brom was right, they’re coming!”

It was a tense few minutes before Kat and Kala rushed out of the house in just pull-over tunics with Cloud and Copernicus in their arms. Roran exited last and Kala pressed a button on the side which collapsed the house through techno-magic into a capsule she put in a metal case and then put that in her cleavage before they all climbed onto my saddle.

“Go!” Roran shouted and I quickly took to the air, flying back south. We were too late to avoid being in the thick of the forward enemy soldiers however. Roran stood on my saddle as if his hooves had somehow adhered to it and he shot the nearest surprised soldier through the neck with a crossbow bolt.

I continued flying forward while I turned my head around and to the other side to spit smoke to blind our pursuers on that side since I couldn’t breathe fire through my wing. This gave Kala enough time to retrieve a blaster from her cleavage which she used to spray red plasma bolts that penetrated the armor of several soldiers, who fell before they could maneuver.

“I really need a ranged option!” Kat fretted, then she blinked and looked at her Beast Cutter. “Wait, I do! Hyah!” Kat swung the oversized butcher’s cleaver and I gawked at it’s segments magically separate and extended on metal whipcord, reaching ludicrously far and shredding through several soldiers in a swing before the weapon retracted! “I love this thing!”

By this point, the rest of the incoming Imperials had wised up and backed off, allowing us to easily outpace them towards the encampment. “Brom! They are coming! Prepare for the attack!” I shouted telepathically at our de-facto leader the moment I was in range.

“Get out of the sky! We will be filling it with projectiles!” Brom responded and I dove sharply, causing Katrina to squeal in shock. Thankfully she was strapped in along with Kala. I then flew low to the ground, my underbelly scraping it as I half-flew, half-slithered over the hard and hot stone plates with smoke and fire belching from the cracks between them.

Aiming for where I felt my sister and her rider were, I rushed there through the tents as smooth as greased lightning to stop on a dime upon reaching them. What I didn’t expect was to see a giant spider with lava glowing through glassy chitin and an anthro lioness’s upper torso joined at the hips in place of the thorax. The drider was brushing the ground with her arm glowing with magic that almost sang to me~! Whatever magic she is using is making me tingly!

“That’s your wife?!” Eragon yelped, answering my first question as the drider looked out at the Burning Plains with her long red mane of hair blowing in the wind.

“Elric dear, you brought me to a battlefield of fire. There’s coals burning under the ground.” Quebella stated, her lion upper body leaning forward into the wind. “Are you tempting me to control it? Because this is not as bad as my homeland. Hm, I could use this to annihilate the incoming enemy should they land.”

“You control fire?” Orik asked as the drider paced about, the lava within her spider half dancing with each movement. She was a literal living lava lamp. Oddly sensual. The incredibly busty lioness’s upper body being garbed in little more than a too-small bikini top certainly helped.

“Yes. Those of us who for some reason prefer the heat live underground in the bowels of planets, but most like me prefer to live in colder conditions like northern ice.” Quebella huffed before she started burrowing into the earth. “I’ll be ambushing them from underneath. I swear they feel like Hollows, do not show mercy.”

“She sounds like a warg!” Orik chuckled and patted the shoulder of the blond-furred warg female next to him. She was dressed quite regally and had strong blue eyes that danced with mirth at Orik’s touch. She was also quite shapely and had a long flowing blond mane of hair. This beauty must be Hvedra, Orik’s fiance, or wife. Unsure at the moment. “What say you, Hvedra?”

“She sounds like her people are half mad like the Underdark Wargs who live around magma vents and half like the Surface Wargs who can’t stand to be underground.” Hvedra said with clear amusement and calm in the face of this stressful scenario.