New Legacy

Ch.45

Celestia rose the sun as usual, setting the path across the sky as she had since she’d ascended and took stewardship of the planet’s rotation with the star as an anchor point. She hadn’t even considered herself divinity, her little ponies just treated her like their ruler, nothing more. At least back home. Here, they worshiped her as the Sun Goddess, her sister the Moon Goddess.

This both flattered and upset the sisters quite a bit. Sure, they were ageless, nearly unkillable and linked to an aspect of the world around them, all traits befitting deities. They didn’t like the idea of being that far above mortals, however. Take for instance their carnal pursuits with mortal stallions or mares, buck, she had married a few times. Those decades were wonderful even if Celestia felt sadness when looking back and missing her mates.

She’d had foals too. There was a reason a few noble houses in Canterlot trace their roots back to her. “Sister, thine eyes are filled with despair.” Luna’s voice drew her back to reality, the hug from behind as her sister wrapped her arms around her athletic waist helped ground her and she drew a cleansing breath. “This is why I never married, sister. The friends and lovers I’ve lost are hard enough.”

“It was still worth it, Lulu. I hope you see that someday.” Celestia sadly whispered to her sibling and then turned her attention to Princess Arya. The elk may not go by her title, but as the sole daughter of her kingdom’s ruling queen she was certainly a princess. “Good morning, Princess Arya. What brings you to us so much earlier than planned?

“Why did the deities disappear?” Arya questioned without hesitation and the sisters winced.

This was going to be a difficult explanation for someone so secular...

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“-Eye to Eye~!” I sang sometime the next morning while shaking my booty and tail about the kitchen of our home as I made the others breakfast. I don’t know why, when, or exactly how, but I think I may have developed ADHD. Maybe it’s a result of becoming a Chaos Noodle, or maybe I always had some measure of spontaneity and being a Chaos Noodle just brought it out.

Either way, I can’t get catchy energetic songs out of my head~! I’ve just gotta bounce and wiggle around~! “Oo~! Someone likes what I’m shaking~!” I squeaked when two hands grabbed handfuls of my ass and I felt someone’s breasts smish into my wings, so when I looked back and saw Kala ready to intercept my lips with a kiss, I purred into her lips.

I wrapped my tail behind her and drove it up her snatch without hesitation. She moaned into my lips, her dick emerging from her genital slit and extending between my thighs to my pussy. I angled my hips back to catch the head of that lengthening beast and groaned back into her lips as I gyrated it’s extending length inside of me. “Hey you two, we don’t have time for fun.” Rora huffed in sexual frustration as she finished adjusting her armor breastplate.

“Aw, let them get a quick one in. Shimmy is stuck as our mount the whole time and she’s just vibrating with energy. Remember when she belted out that song out of nowhere? She’s gotta work some energy out.” Katrina defended as I thrust back against Kala’s cock and drove my tail deep into her, now in a hurry to get off before Rora gets through to us and stops us.

“Hmph, yes, right there.” I moaned as Kala buried her bone right to my womb. “Oh, eggs?” I asked her with my tongue hanging out of my jaw as my cervix got pounded.

“Unf, no~! Can’t!” Kala groaned as my pussy milked her, my desire for more eggs starting to override the rest of my thoughts. “Took a contraceptive potion. I’ll fill you, but no eggs.” Aw~! Ah, ah, ahn~! I spasmed and fell against the modern stove, the heat of which not even bothering me so much as the mess my tits made when they splashed milk all over the hot surface. Thank gosh I’d put the sausage and pancakes aside~!

“Fuck~...” I groaned when my womb was penetrated and Kala pounded away hard, her thicc muscular thighs slapping my ass since her testes were internal. My tail drove as deep into her womb as I could get it before I fully busted my own internal nuts. This set Kala off and she roared when she began pumping my thirsty womb with her sadly inert seed.

“Oh~ fuck babe...you’re filling me so damn good~.” Kala panted and her cute tiara flashed before her eyes regained focus. “Unf, yeah. Just fucking fill me babe while I return the favor. I’m so fucking glad I talked you into getting your tail turned into a pseudo-dick. Able to catch and pitch at the same damn time~.”

“Guh~...” I shuddered against the hot stovetop, my pearly nips gushing a swirly mixture of white, brown and pink milk that smelled of vanilla, chocolate and strawberries. Said milk suddenly began making popping noises like popcorn and turning into cupcakes of varied colours. “Ah! Hey! Breakfast is ready~!” I panted with a look at my wives behind me while my cunt convulsed, trying to convince Kala’s cock to fill me more.

“Unf! Okay, I need to have someone say The Words to me so I’m not distracted all day.” Rora moaned at the sight of me and I smirked at how my fucked-out state just drove her wild, Katrina wasn’t doing much better.

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I was shimmying my enormous coils side-to-side more than necessary as I vibed to John Butler’s Better Than. “You can be better than that~, don’t let it get the better of you~, what could be better than now~? Life’s not about what’s better than~!”

“Love, you just made a tree start dancing and put a face on it.” Rora warned me and I wolf whistled at the tree, which turned into an anthro vixen tree and blew a kiss back, which only made me laugh harder so I left the possible new species of dryad to wave cheerfully at the rest of the passing army. “Shimmer, please be careful. Your shimmying and shaking seems to cause as much magic as snapping your fingers.”

“Aw, let her have her fun. At least she’s not doing it out of sadistic amusement like the original Discord got in serious shit for.” Kala defended me and I whispered The Words into her mind, causing her to scream in ecstasy, give an incredible O-face and collapse back against a surprised Katrina in a spasming fit with milk drenching her shirt and both fem-slime and cum soaking her jeans while Cloud and Coby gawked. “Guh...uh…”

“Shimmer! We promised we would only use Those Words in private or in times of great need! Do I need to have us Swear an Oath to keep us honest with them?” Rora snarled at me furiously and I flinched, my levity squashed under shame and worry. Why did I do that? I mean, I wanted to reward her, but to cause Kala to spontaneously orgasm out of nowhere, in the open, that was just too far.

“N-not...cool, but also, fucking wow. Please say That to me again sometime in private. Holy shit. I may prefer working towards it, but getting it out of nowhere is fucking awesome.” Kala panted and patted Katrina’s worried hands. “Sorry if I scared anybody! Alien nonsense going on!” Kala hollered in case anyone nearby was curious or about to ask.

“Um, I’d like that too then. I get it’s something you two had between you two, but we’re married. I want to share stuff like that.” Katrina said before I rounded the next bend of trees and froze before raising my length of body in front of my wings and saddle, my arms emerging to steady me so I could keep that quarter of my length up and move if I needed.

“The village of Melian is in sight!” I announced to everyone, since although Saphira and the other fliers had seen it a while ago, I was the vanguard rounding the forest and thus was the first ground unit to be in visual range. Melian had a respectable wood and stone palisade around it along with watchtowers equipped with ballista. They were prepared, but only for bandits or a small band of yaks. This place would fall easily against our numbers and mixed unit tactics.

I got pinged by my sister and other magic users in confirmation and the army began preparing. First Saphira and Spike with their Riders would take out the ballista, then It would be the cavalry led by King Orrin atop his white bullboar, Snowfire. Yes, that same Snowfire we had to abandon on the Silver Sail at Aroughs. After they circled the village, Eragon would demand their surrender. If they didn’t, then we’d bring the battering ram in and smash in their gate.

Meanwhile, I had to sit here on my sexy snakey coils and effectively do nothing. Ugh…I need some music. I snapped my fingers and giant headphones appeared on my head and began to play the mixtape from Guardians of the Galaxy from a giant walkman clipped to my long ‘neck’.

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By the time the mixtape had played through twice, Melian was ours. Woo. Hear my boredom roar. I gave a jaw-cracking yawn, which for a giant dragon-serpent, was essentially big enough to unhinge and drop down a few feet before coming back. Gods damn was war just awful. It was a horrible thing in principal, practice and performance.

Not to sound insensitive, but war was so boring! I mean, sure, that life-or-death battle against Shining Armor on the Burning Plains was exciting in it’s own terrible way, but I could live without that. No, war was, at best, a bunch of people traveling long distances to hurt other people, then when the time came to hurt other people, it either happened so fast or so slow that the rush petered out before you could even consider it.

Why do people war? It only solves problems that diplomacy has failed to, even then eventually diplomacy would win out. I just can’t understand it, why would entire civilizations base themselves around war even? Look at the Mongol and Macedonian empires. They emerged out of the dust, slaughtered their ways across continents, then fell apart when they grew too much too fast and their charismatic warmonger died.

“Shimmer? Are you okay? I can’t sense your thoughts and you’re drooping. Your scales are even getting dull.” Rora asked me in concern and I looked down at my motionless body turning gray. “Shimmer?”

“I think...I’m depressed.” I laid my upper body back down and retracted my arms with a sigh. “I don’t like war, Rora.” This emptiness...I haven’t felt it before in this life. I could understand this lack of sensation though, since Milly Miller suffered it often enough. “Yeah, that sounds right.”

“I get ya babe. War sucks, but it’s an inevitable part of society though so long as people have free will and differing ideologies. Think of this one as being a necessary evil to get rid of an unnecessary evil. As soon as this asshole is out of power, we can bring order and peace to the lands.” Kala said and I sighed sadly at the truth of it.

“Will it cheer you up if I turn into a ball and let you play with me?” Katrina asked and I felt warm at the idea, but that was something I’d rather save for us time.

“Not in public. Just let me wallow, I’ll be better later when the army isn’t busy securing a village.” My scales turned monochrome and I tried not to brood on the things that made me so melancholic. Preparing for war was actually fun, the constructiveness of it was invigorating. It was the actual conflict that upset me.

I guess I’m not a war dragon. Roran is a great warrior, but he prefers diplomacy too. I’ll be pleased as punch to just kinda-sorta retire to Palancar Valley after all of this and establish a new warg city as well as maybe turn Carvahall into a city. Besides, oh, the delicious Chaos that could come about from so many people coming together all with their own lives and-.

“Feeling better, Shimmer?” Rora asked me with a knowing lilt to her tone and I looked at myself to find my prismatic scales were vibrant again. Wait, I think I get it. Chaos is what makes me happy! Sure, everything I like has a touch of Order, but I love the fact that there’s always a variable, something could go wrong or unexpected things come up, derailing plans, making new ones. I hate politics because they are a foolish attempt to bring Order to Chaos!

“Yes. I’m feeling much better.” I tossed off the weird giant headphones and walkman with a shake of my ‘neck’ and summoned a giant kazoo, which sounded more like a didgeridoo as I let whatever tune came to me flow. I got plenty of curious admirers too! Doot-doot!

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“Are you sure, Rora?” I asked my wife gently as I rubbed her shoulders in our bed in our capsule home with Kala and Katrina sitting next to my Rider on either side. The army made camp around Melian while Brom and other spellcasters warded the village to help prevent it from being recaptured by the Empire, if they would even bother. Why does Sombra not care about villages? Doesn’t he understand villages are key to sustaining larger towns and cities?

“Yes. You all avoided p-penetrating me ever since I became a herm. I-I want to know what it feels like besides tongues and fingers.” Rora was blushing brightly to the point her russet fur was overtaken by a tomato red. “I’m a mare now, even if I’m still half male. I don’t want to run away from it.” Oh, my brave, bold Rider.

“I’m too gigantic for a first-timer. Shim, use your tail. You can ease her into going up in size just by pushing deeper when she’s ready.” Kala moved aside and Kat stayed next to Rora to hold her hand as I practically slithered down to the floor despite being anthro right now. I moved my tail into position between her spread thighs and looked into her eyes. She licked her lips and nodded with a cleansing breath.

I gently pushed the tip of my black tail into her and she moaned with convulsions at the alien sensation. “Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh fuck.” Rora gasped and panted, only the first finger-long length of my tail was in her. I gently wriggled around in her and she whimpered in the pleasure. “D-deeper. That’s no better than a finger.”

I pushed deeper and Rora clutched her lower abdomen with her hands as her massive marecock erupted forth from her sheathe and almost slapped me in the face, but it did settle on my left shoulder since I’d dodged her throbbing tumescence. I stayed put, letting her twitch and adjust as her penis pulsed and pumped a bit of pre-cum.

“D-don’t stop. Deeper.” Rora panted, her swirly eyes getting little hearts in them and she even groped her massive nuts since they were in the way of getting to her snatch. I complied and she moaned before leaning into Katrina and kissing her hungrily. I kept driving my tail deeper, the pleasure of going so slow was surprisingly good and I fought to remain calm.

Rora didn’t interrupt and soon her tight abdomen was bulging with the coil of tail fed into her. It wasn’t until this point that I realized my tail was continuously extending like it was attached to a spool and was a consistent width big enough for a grapefruit, the size of the base of my tail. Wow Rora is elastic!

I panted and licked my lips with a look at Kala, who was watching transfixed as I stuffed Rora’s womb with my tail. “Hey, seen something like this before?” I asked my fellow dragoness, who shook her head in bafflement as I continued to fill Rora’s womb with me. I was feeling strained though. I think if I go much more, then all of the mass I’m ‘allowed’ in this current state would cause me to revert to ‘tiny’ serpent form and end up entirely inside her. “Say when, Rora.”

“Mm~, keep filling me!” Rora panted without looking down at herself, just rubbing her swelling belly and kissing Katrina. I complied and soon I found my limbs melding into my tail, then my torso and head. I winked at Kala who was masturbating before my head was slurped up into Rora’s hungry snatch. It was so dark, warm and wonderful in here. “Ahn~! Shimmer~!”

I purred to myself and closed my eyes to rest contentedly in the womb of my Rider while she had frantic sex with our other wives. I even morphed back into my anthro state and curled up in the fetal position. I barely noticed when an umbilical cord connected to my Navel Pearl somehow, but it let me passively enjoy the pleasure my pregnant wife was experiencing.

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I woke up the next morning at the crack of dawn as always and yawned before I tried and failed to get out of bed, grunting in confusion before my hands met my pregnant swell and I blinked at my massive milk-leaking russet tits. Oh. That’s right. Rora unbirthed me last night and then had wild sex with Katrina and Kala. I smirked and patted my belly before rolling out of bed since Kat and Kala managed to end up snuggling each other on the wall-side of the bed.

I huffed and waddled Rora’s sexy muscular ass out of our bedroom before I snapped my fingers and turned on the radio I summoned to play some catchy tunes as I made breakfast. Oof, I’m big, I’ve filled Rora to the point of looking pregnant with quadruplets. It was a bit tricky working around Rora’s massive belly and her equally gigantic beach-ball breasts constantly trickling milk.

We need to get her a Navel Pearl and Nipple Studs, since it seems Rora is just as capable of getting hyper-sized as the three of us. “Mm~...so warm and comfy. Where am I?” I smirked at hearing Rora’s psychic voice and rubbed my side with one hand while tending the waffle iron with the other.

“In my womb~. Well, in your womb. We switched places. It’s likely something to do with our Bond and all the transformation shenanigans we’ve gone through.” I kept rubbing my belly and felt Rora trace my hand motions with her own from the inside. Mm~ that felt good…

“Wow. This is like our Bond, but stronger. I can experience absolutely everything you do without any filter, not even the ‘tether’ of our Bond connecting our minds and hearts. I wish I could stay here for a while, but we have duties to tend to. Switch with me, I’ll make breakfast today.” Rora then ‘pinged’ me and with a mental acceptance, I suddenly found my own vision dark, but Rora had full control of her body back and was rubbing her fecundity with a moan.

“Oh~...I...I think I may want to have foals in the future…” Rora marveled before sniffing and squeaking as she used her magic to rescue the waffle from the iron and she mewled before pouring batter into the iron and closing it back up. “I’ll eat that one, it’s a bit too flaky for Kala or Katrina’s taste.”

“Hm, someone’s sexy~.” I heard Kala growl before her cock pushed into Rora from behind. Rora spasmed, her vagina engulfing Kala’s cock without complications as she drooled and her eyes rolled back, almost instantly cumming her brains out as our wife thoroughly penetrated her and into the womb, into my vagina somehow! Rora was only standing thanks to Kala’s strong hands on her hips and the fact she was pinning the alicorn against the counter. “So, who’s baby?”

“Guh…” Rora grunted, her tongue hanging out and drool trailing down to her cleavage while her nips gushed milk onto the counter and Kala reached over to retrieve the fluffy waffle from the iron.

“It’s me~! Holy fuck! You just drove that beast into her like sliding a hotdog down an empty hallway! She’s clenching on you like a fucking vice and you didn’t slow down! You’re in me too!” I mentally praised her first since I recovered from our mutual orgasms faster.

“Hm, maybe I should cum~?” Kala purred with a thrust into us as she brought glasses from a cabinet in front of Rora’s tits and then began milking her into them! Oh~! So fucking hot~!

“N-no~! E-eggs~!” I pleaded, my resolve butter against her burning hot knife stabbed into me.

“Well not in you~.” Kala teased as she rubbed our wife’s belly when she worked us into another orgasm. “But our lovely natural breeder here~.” Kalla slapped Rora’s sides and we came again.

“N-no~! Kat! Save us~!” I wailed to her half-heartedly and was relieved when she intervened.