New Legacy

Ch.44

“So, this is the situation as it stands.” Ajihad tiredly rubbed his face, his woe over his daughter’s abduction weighed upon him like the world fell on his shoulders and Celestia could see it as clear as day. Ajihad may not be a pony, but zebras and changelings were once close friends of Equestria, which was why she ordered them to evacuate north across the sea as well when catastrophe struck the continent her people lived on.

At least the dragons in Equestria were hardy enough to survive the troubles, it would seem the same did not speak for the dragons of Alagaesia. “Indeed, thou hast found thyselves in quite a pickle, sir Ajihad.” Luna commented amiably and Celestia couldn’t miss how Lulu was practically undressing the middle-aged zebra with her eyes. Her sister always did have exotic tastes.

“Considering the situation, I say we cannot remain in place any longer. The longer we remain, the more and more Sombra will muster his soldiers to assault us. Especially since according to Twilight; we’ve dealt him a serious blow by freeing the last wave of soldiers with a magic array Twilight invented which she dubbed Oathbreaker. Now one of his most powerful pawns is out of his reach.” King Orrin suggested and the rest of the Varden’s leadership muttered about it.

“We only brought an expedition fleet of 5 airships with full crews of skilled soldiers, but since you are our people, even if you’ve moved on from our rule, it is our duty to aid you.” Celestia declared with steel in her spine and compassion in her tone.

“Does this mean that the fabled lands of our ancestors are once more safe to return?” Questioned the black and white unicorn named Brom, who carried the presence of being a veteran warrior and an unscrupulous spymaster. To think he was in his 130s when he looked to be in his 30s despite his impressive attempt to seem older with his long white mane and beard accompanying his runed stave. The power of this new land’s odd magics were both incredible yet restrictive at the same time.

“Yes, but the sea serpents tried to shoot us down. I will try to figure out a way to quell their wrath before taking anyone wishing to immigrate to Equestria.” Celestia answered, but she felt worried when Brom nodded in understanding and listened as the politics continued. Politics, they were the same everywhere it seemed. There goes Lulu falling asleep. She isn’t nocturnal, she just can’t stand boring politics.

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The next day, with me no longer all scrambled in the brain pan by all the Chaos going on, I woke up completely normal. As normal as someone as unusual as me can wake up that is. I was in a pile of big boobs, butts and in one case churning orbs of sperm. I crawled out of the tangle of limbs and sexy spherical body parts and yawned with a stretch before I gave myself a quick sponge bath and towel dry.

I then snapped my fingers and was wearing a suit of a plain white blouse with a matching navy blue suit jacket and pencil skirt like I often wore when at work in the university. Unlike back then though, my massive mammaries had half the buttons over my chest open to reveal my cleavage and give me a ‘sexy librarian’ look. Well, *snap*, half-frame lightly tinted spectacles on the bridge of my snout, now I look like a sexy librarian!

I looked back at my sleeping wives and blew a kiss of heart-shaped smoke before I left the tent to go tend the eggs. Conflict or not, I still need to keep the Rider recruitment going. “Good morning Shimmer. You and the wives had a lot of fun after the battle yesterday.” A warg greeted me as I passed with a wag of his brows.

“Indeed we did.” I winked at him and continued on.

“Morning Shimmer.”

“Good morning Lady Shinescales.”

“Morning.”

“Hi Shimmy!”

“Hey Pinkie!” I waved to Pinkie as I passed and blinked, idly wondering when she was a hyper-busty hourglass-figured tall alicorn. Oh, right. Yesterday in the ether. That’s also why Roran became Rora and Twilight along with her friends turned into alicorns thanks to Chesonum’s scheming. That little fluffy furball! When I get my hands on her, oo~ I’m going to let her have it! Pow! Right in the kisser!

Unless she does that thing cats do with rubbing up against your legs, purring and then rolling on their back to show you their belly, but then attack the moment you try to pet them. I’m not a cat person so much as a dog person, but internet cats work on almost anyone unless they either have no soul or ounce of amusement or sense of cuteness in them.

Where was I? Oh! I made it to the hatchery tent at some point in my mental wanderings. I need to be careful about that. Why do I think they’d all look nice with a mound of gold for them to nest on instead of hay and crates?

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“Where did all this gold come from?” Angela questioned excitedly as she ran her fingers through the piles that had appeared at my whimsy and now I couldn’t get rid of them. I asked her to come to the tent before too many people found out to see if she could get rid of it, since she’s the most odd magic practitioner in the camp.

“I don’t know, that’s why I asked for you. I don’t know if I just made it, or if I accidentally stole it from somewhere. They don’t look like Imperial Crowns, so I’m not sure of anything.” I mewled from my seat on a throne of the gold coins. Hey, I may not be happy about it, but I’m gonna play around a bit while I’ve got the chance!

“Well, I have less chance of knowing than you. I think I may have made a mistake choosing Eragon over Rora. Zecora clearly is getting much more amusement in your misadventures than I am with Eragon’s.” Angela snickered, the wild-maned zebra mare pleased with my silly incidents beyond reason.

“Well, I’d say that’s true if I didn’t end up completely ignoring Zecora’s subtle hints that she was interested in me.” I muttered and got up, scattering my golden throne to the floor with the rest of the coins.

“Oh no, she found what she was looking for in that partner of her’s. They clicked instantly, a passionate and incredible love between them that will come to fruition once young Zazi comes of age in a few months.” Angela saying one of my daughters would soon be happily engaged in a relationship pleased me greatly.

“That’s nice, but what am I going to do with all of this gold?” I complained and as if on cue, entered Ajihad, who blinked at the mess. “Uh, hey Ajihad. I kinda made a mistake with my magic…”

“Some mistake. Would you mind donating it to our cause then? We need as much funding as possible with King Orrin’s miser merchant barons hamfisting their investments.” I nodded eagerly and Ajihad seemed relieved. “Thank you. I was going to request a very difficult bargain, but now it seems I have avoided a rather cold political move.” Excuse me?

“You were going to ask if I could lend one of, or several, of my eggs in exchange for funding, weren’t you?” I asked darkly and Ajihad nodded solemnly. “Then it’s a good thing I whimsically summoned all of this gold from thin air, or I would have ripped your balls off and shoved them down your throat.” I snarled and Ajihad again solemnly nodded.

“For which I am grateful to avoid. I may have had the only child I needed, one who may be lost to us now. Yet I, like most males, am rather attached to my family jewels.” Ajihad blandly joked and I couldn’t help the snorting cough/laugh that resulted. “I’ll have someone come by to collect the coinage and appraise it, good day Lady Shinescales, Angela.” Ajihad then turned and ducked out of the tent.

“Mm, he’s a good one that stallion. Shame he never moved on from his wife.” Angela sighed wistfully and then whirled on me. “Well then! Thank goodness you did this, or I would have to curse you for hurting such a wonderful stallion. Be more mindful of those urges to snap your fingers dear, you might end up in a rather unfortunate situation if you let it get out of hand.”

I snort-cough/laughed again at the pun. Why was that so punny to me~?!

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Another day, another few more new Riders. I activated the magic seal on the hatchery tent and hummed as I danced to a random song that came to mind on my walk towards the mess tent. I may not need to eat anymore, but it’s nice to sit down and have a meal with friends and family. I was in the middle of shaking my booty and tail while occasionally singing some words to the song Uptown Funk when I bumped into someone that I toppled with a squeak.

“Oh! Sorry about that!” I giggled in the face of my beloved sister! What fortune! I nuzzled her snout and she blushed brightly. “Aw, what’s the matter big sis? You seem so small now~.” I pressed my superiorly sizable tits into her and she gulped.

“S-sister...would you mind getting off of me?” Aw, cute little Saphira. Such a virgin if not for the fun we’ve had together~.

“Actually, I’m just fine right here~.” I purred and wormed my tail under her belt and she squeaked with her hands going to my shoulders as I fed my tail into her surprisingly slick slit.

“S-sister n-no~...” Saphira quietly whined and her beautiful sapphire eyes that matched her scales flicked side to side. “N-not here...not now…” I froze. She was scared, actually scared. I removed my tail from her sex and pulled her to her feet with regret and pain in my Eldunari.

“I’m sorry, I...just assumed that you would be okay with it. Ever since we parted ways for the first time, we’ve been so apart…” I muttered sadly with my hands squeezing my wrists nervously, a tic I’d developed due to Kala’s own finger-wringing and also to prevent me from snapping my fingers.

“I know. I would like us to get together again like that, but I’ve heard your tail is more now?” Saphira asked in a mixture of genuine interest and arousal as well as trepidation. At my nod she gulped and licked her lips while also shifting side to side. Suddenly, the air filled with a potent feminine need that I was all-too familiar with. “Then I cannot risk it. I’m sorry. I am...receptive.”

“Oh...that explains why my brain instantly went to my tail. Sorry.” I mewled, ashamed of responding so readily to my adopted sister’s current state of ovulation. “I’ll try to be more careful in the future. Let’s get inside and have dinner.” Before I could do so, Saphira grabbed my shoulder.

“Sister. Eragon is...not taking Rora’s transformation well. He was able to get past the alicorn matter easily, but now his brother is his sister and he’s completely confused. My poor beloved Little One’s libido and confused emotions are causing him to distance himself from her, so be mindful and supportive of Rora in this time.” Saphira warned me and I nodded in understanding.

“Thank you. I guess even in a world of magic that someone changing genders is a pretty serious topic, at least when it actually happens.” I think in my past life I had supported one of my students getting a sex change because he had intense gender identity difficulties. I can’t remember clearly. I think he was a...Devon and became a Denise. She turned out really pretty from what I can remember.

“I appreciate you for understanding Eragon’s difficulty in this matter. I hope Rora is just as understanding.” Saphira nuzzled me and I crooned when I returned the affection before we entered the mess tent.

Whoa...this is worse than Saphira suggested. Eragon was blatantly sitting as far as possible from his newly transformed sister, not even leaving a seat open for Saphira and mingling with the friends he’d made in the Varden. Rora was doing the same with our wives and with a seat open for me, but I sensed she was hurt and concerned, wondering why her brother was suddenly so distant and ignoring her.

I moved to her side and joined her in the meal. I wasn’t going to intervene yet. I would give Eragon time to come to terms with reality before I lost my patience and broke his legs with a club.

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The next day we woke up to the camp being gathered. We were on the move at last. Our goal was straight north to Melian, then to Eastcroft. Once those villages were secured, we would head northwest to Belatona. Our movement across the Burning Plains was only going to be possible thanks to Quebella, Elric’s wife, using her fire manipulation to at last fully extinguish the underground coal fires, making the plains safe to cross.

“Hello Shimmer.” Arya said as she came up to me, Quebella walking with her. I was in my base form, slithering along the ground at a languid pace on the east side of the formation between the rest of the army and the Melian Forest. This used barely any energy and I was humming a tune while occasionally shimmying my coils a bit more than necessary. Right now, amusingly, I had Sir Mix-a-Lot’s Baby Got Back in my head, specifically the Anaconda part.

“Hello Arya, Quebella. How are you?” I chirped happily at my friends while allowing Rora, Kala and Kat on my back to continue tending to Cloud and Copernicus’ growing curiosity and teaching them things. The fact I can retract my arms for easier slithering was a bit disturbing at first, but it made it easier to slither smoothly.

“She seems swell, I’m doing quite well with my hubby at arm’s length again.” Quebella chuckled while answering my polite question.

“So, what are your thoughts on how things have proceeded? Could Firnen still hatch for me?” Arya asked with genuine concern

“A lot is different, I don’t know for sure.” I sighed going over what I remembered. “Tell me Arya, do you think you have love in your heart? The likes of which I have with Rora, Kala and Kat?” I questioned while turning my head slightly to see my beloved wives explaining the birds and the bees to my sons and I could tell Cloud was appalled, likely due to how naughty he was to Katrina the instant he hatched.

“That is actually why I’m asking. I think so, but I’m not sure.” Arya looked up at the sky to where Eragon and Saphira flew along with the rest of our flight capable members. Eragon had Brom up there with him because his father was a veteran and thus was still quite capable of spotting things from on high and teaching Eragon the nuances of it. “I initially dubbed Eragon as flattering yet childish. He’s still a child, but perhaps with time I could grow to love him.”

“Then you are on your way to being the person Firnen hatched for in another instance. I just wish you would smile more often, you’re quite beautiful when you smile.” I complimented and Arya snorted dismissively out of her nose, but I could still see the faint blush on her cheeks. “So was there anything you wanted to ask me, Quebella?”

“I was wondering whenever we stop, if it would be alright if I could visit your clutch. I haven’t seen dragon eggs before since the planet I chose to live on is very cold and eggs need humid warmth.” Quebella questioned with her glassy drider half searing the ground she walked on. I can see why she would want to live somewhere cold considering what she lives with.

“Someone actually asking? How polite. Of course, I’m used to unsolicited visits from people hoping to become greater than they currently are. Once we stop, you can have a look at them, just be careful of your lower half. I don’t know about dragon eggs where you’re from, but here they aren’t immune to intense heat.” Although they do appreciate the warmth of lava from a safe distance, I wasn’t going to bother going into that.

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We didn’t stop the whole day until Celestia was visibly lowering the sun and Luna was raising the moon. I, as well as all of the elks, my wives, several non-religious folks and others, were absolutely baffled that the movement of the planet and moon were governed by two mares. The people, mostly ponies who were worshipers of them, simply felt vindicated in their religion being proven.

Rora was working up the courage to question how they did it and why, to which I wished her luck for being braver than I to challenge her worldview for the second or so time in her life. Meanwhile it seemed nearly all the elks were eating crow over discovering their beliefs that there were no gods or goddesses to be false.

Despite this though, Celestia and Luna seemed both amused and saddened by all this, but I wasn’t going to touch that with a 29 and a half foot pole. So I went to the carriage carrying my precious cargo of unborn children and shrunk down as I slithered inside of it, my incredible length allowing me to still coil around most of the interior before dangling my head out of the top of the canvas flap. “Come on in and be cautious not to set fire to anything.”

Oh goodness, I just realized I’m like Kaa from Jungle Book! Long body and swirly eyes~! I wanna suddenly try and swallow something big whole. Maybe if I bother to hunt. I haven’t hunted since I stopped needing to eat. Huh? What was that? I noticed that Quebella’s lips were moving and noise was coming out of them, but couldn’t process it at the moment.

“Pardon, I’ll repeat because I forgot that draconequus have the attention span of gnats due to their thoughts constantly wandering. I was asking if it was normal for your eggs to glow.” Quebella gestured to my unborn babies and the few remaining Old Pact eggs. Huh, they’re glowing and I sense contentment from Quebella’s presence from all of them. I think it’s in response to the intense heat she’s giving off.

“No, but I think they like the heat you generate. They’ve been kept warm at just above room temperature since they don’t need heat to hatch unlike Wild eggs, but I guess they still enjoy intense heat.” I slithered across the crates, my coils rubbing against my children as I tried to see if any of them properly resonated with the alien lioness-spider. “I cannot tell if any of them resonate with you due to this. I would ask that you stay away during visiting time, but if you want to bunk in here, feel free. They love your warmth.”

“Oh dear, I’ll have to decline unless my hubby is okay with that. It’s hard for someone with my condition to find someone to have fun with if you get my meaning?” Quebella wiggled her spider half’s fat abdomen for emphasis and I ‘shrugged’ my wings that were somewhere on the upper quarter of my long serpentine body.

“As a married gal myself, I can understand the need to accommodate your significant other. How does that work anyway? Wouldn’t you just burn off his pecker?” I questioned with a look at the headless front of her spider half. Instead there was a distinct and fairly alluring glassy vagina that was easy to overlook unless you were looking for it like I was.

“Ah, well. My lower body is actually made of lava-like slime. Slimes have their whole bodies as their erogenous zones. Elric just takes a potion to turn into a dragon, which in our dimension are immune to heat past that of lava and we go to town.” Quebella was smiling and blushing lightly.

“Ah, well either way, I need to egg-sit for a bit and then go to my wives. Goodnight Quebella.” I bid the alien lion-slime farewell and then went about humming Tevin Campbell’s I2I.