New Legacy

Ch.46

“We need to have strong words with our worshipers about some of these tenets.” Luna grumbled to Celestia the moment they sat down for breakfast in their carriage after moving the celestial bodies. She was sneering rather unpleasantly at the scroll in her hand while Discord ate her food and she somehow sucked the food up in liquid form from his tail like he was a tube. It was both disgusting and fascinating.

“What has made you so upset, sister?” Celestia questioned, considering she was content to let the religions formed in their names to operate, since they weren’t violent.

“Chastity outside of marriage? Stallions are superior to mares in all aspects because only they are worthy of pleasing the Goddesses? Priests are sworn to never marry because they are effectively married to us? Need I go on?” Luna snarled and Celestia suddenly had her opinions reverse. Those tenets must go.

Celestia idly wished to be as ignorant of the world as she had been a month ago. At least then she didn’t have to see to the reformation of a religion based on them.

“It sounds like they need Wiatr.” That strange rat named Elric said as he appeared from under Celestia’s skirt.

“Sister?” Luna asked with a blush and Celestia pushed him back under her skirt with a wink. “Not that I oppose, but when did he get there?”

“Mm, I don’t know, but he’s very good with his fingers and tongue~.” Pfft, chastity. Chastity was for the innocent or solitary. Oo~ wherever this rat is from, they know their stuff.

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“That was so good~.” Kala sighed as she rubbed Rora’s belly where I was still safely contained without extra cum added. Katrina took the ‘hit’ on that one, having yanked Kala out of us and driving herself onto our wife’s mast of a penis to keep cum from getting everywhere. Also because Katrina has become somewhat addicted to getting filled by us.

She isn’t getting even more pregnant with our babies apparently though, something about her ‘Womb Wards’ repurposing the biomass. “How do I get her out?” Rora moaned with her hands on her belly too and brought my head out of fantasizing about our perma-pregnant wife.

“When she is done.” Kala chuckled and kissed Kat. “You unbirthed her babe, you even kept her overnight to stew in my seed. Inert it may have been, but now she’ll have some Everlasting traits, so her lactation won’t be a potion effect anymore.”

“Wait, is she related to us?!” Rora squeaked fearfully while clutching me.

“If I hadn’t taken a magic contraceptive, yes, but not in this case. Unbirthing is a risky business babe, especially if you’re having sex with male organs while doing it.” Kala informed us and I didn’t mind. Getting ‘natural’ lactating breasts were perfectly okay with me. Then again, becoming a Chaos Noodle altered that trait already, so whatever.

“Niece! I have something to ask-mm~, aren’t you a scrumptious thing?” We all jumped at the voice of Luna, only when we looked, she wasn’t dressed or had swirly eyes. Rather, her breasts were as big as us extra-busty married folks and she was holding a belly as big as Rora’s. “I found this lovely girl running about with some curse, I’m hoping to alter it. Would you know anything about it?”

“Uh, hey auntie Luna. I wouldn’t know, any idea who a ‘cursed’ girl would be?” Kala questioned with a look at Rora’s belly, so she was clearly addressing me.

“She must have Elva in her belly then. She’s the only cursed person around here. Thank you for attempting to help her. Eragon didn’t mean to curse her when-.” I was interrupted when Rora jumped and slapped the sides of her belly with a growl. Oh no~! She’s really pissed!

“Eragon did what?! Grr, that idiot little brother of mine! When I see him I’m gonna box his ears!” Rora shouted in fury and stood on her hooves, waddling determinedly towards our bedroom. “Get dressed girls! I need help moving around so I can remind Eragon that he isn’t untouchable!”

“Mm, she’s a keeper Kala. You have good taste.” Luna leered at the dragoness and before Rora squeezed her pregnant womb and bosom through the doorframe, I heard Kala immediately start listing rules about intrusive sex with her wives.

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“You’re a spoilsport. You have such sexy wives and won’t share them so freely.” Auntie Luna pouted as she flew along with us. I was still stuck in Rora’s womb, much to our mutual embarrassment for getting carried away and limiting our combat potential. We were flying alongside the rest of the airborne members of the army in our march northeast to Eastcroft.

“Please behave, at least so long as we’re at war.” Kala sighed before Auntie Luna whispered something into her ear.

“I’ve used that on my lovers many times. Don’t resist that sexy belly.” Luna cooed and Kala licked her chops. “I have a piercing that would allow you to utilize that kind of magic.”

“Kala gets magic from being a Rider, how is this magic you’re mentioning different? Actually, we never got an explanation for why unicorn and other magic wasn’t like Ancient Language magic.” Kat brought up from where she was on Saphira’s back with Eragon, who was suitably embarrassed and chastised by his older sister screaming his ears off before we left.

Rora had a surprisingly powerful maternal instinct seemingly triggered by her unbirthing me. I’ve never seen her so protective and livid at someone she loves and cares about to the point that it hurt her. “You’ll find that there’s far more kinds of magic than you think. From what Rora has figured out, non-language based magic is much more malleable yet unstable, while inherent magics cast via natural attenuation are stable yet more rigid and hard to alter.” I explained to my wife and Rora nodded.

Hot damn I wish I was outside, but that would defeat the purpose for why I wanted to. Hot fuck is Rora sexy as sin as a hyper-pregnant mare. All she was wearing was a robe that barely went below her belly and panties because she couldn’t wear any of her trousers. Thankfully panties still work on stowing her male organs in her storage. Still, she was giving everyone behind us a good look at her underbelly, butt and panty-clad groin.

“Do you have it on you?” Kala reminded me about the conversation she was having with her aunt while I was having a hard time not fapping to Rora’s sexy body and feeling how pleased yet exasperated she was with me being so focused on her.

“Of course. It’s a tongue piercing.” Auntie Luna replied when she retrieved the subject of discussion, a cerulean tiny stud piercing. She flew upside-down thanks to the magic of alicorn wings and the alternate dimension version of Princess Luna reached into Kala’s opened mouth. Our wife winced and then when Luna righted herself she stuck out her long serpentine tongue to look at the bright blue stud piercing.

“Nyth! I wath thinking about gehhing onge!” Kala then put her new piercing back in her mouth and ran her fingers on her brows. “Hm, babes? Would you mind if I got more piercings? Now that I’m not stuck as an office worker, I’m not limited from getting bling all over.”

“Uh, sure, they all seem magical.” Rora said as Kala’s mouth glowed.

“Oh they are, I just have to associate what effects I want and where I place them.” Kala said as something started worming it’s way into Rora’s pussy and she gasped, almost losing altitude. “Oo~! Nice! I can taste you!”

“That’s what you two were talking about?!” Rora yelped as I started masterbating, unable to hold back my arousal anymore. I may not be as hopeless as I was when mom re-rebirthed me, but I’m still a carnal creature and this is all too damn sexy! “Oh~! S-stop~!” Rora panted as her pussy puddled her lube to the point of soaking the gusset of her panties and started dripping.

“Hm, so sweet.” Kala sighed as she made licking motions while wiggling her brows at her aunt and over at Katrina, who was blushing up a storm with Eragon, Saphira and everyone else nearby completely in the dark about what was going on.

“Please~! No~!” Rora panted and then squeaked as she came, the guilty pleasure and shame she felt was intense, but the shame was nothing compared to how embarrassed she was over her wife eating her out in public and mid-flight.

“Oh, fuck, this is, unf, my tail is so stiff and throbbing.” I told Rora as I humped against my delving fingers and my tail pulsed with pleasure. I knew what was coming, so I moved my soon-to-cum tail’s tip to my wife’s cervix and forcibly pushed as much of my tail into her vagina as I could.

“Sh-Shimmer~!” Rora wailed, cumming again and starting to lose altitude, so Kala dove and helped catch her. I then felt Kala’s tongue touch my tail tip and I moaned, desperate and needy. Then my tail’s skinny end pushed further through Rora’s vagina than it should’ve been able to, extending just that part like it was made of rubber.

“Mmph!” Kala muffled, her tongue coiled around an invisible object with her eyes wide.

“Ahn~!” I came, both from my pussy and my throbbing tail pumping my cum. Kala moaned and gulped. Oh by my granny! She’s giving me a remote blowjob~! She sucked and quaffed my cum and rubbed her deceptively flat abdomen. Wait, she’s gulping me down! Hey Kala stop! Ah~!

“*Glargh!*” Kala choked when my tail went down her throat and she ‘pulled off’ with a coughing fit. Thankfully she had drunk my ejaculation completely or I’d have been stuffing Rora’s quim with my cream. “Agh, ow. Choking on the dick when you’re drinking the semen is always unpleasant.”

“Ah, yes, be careful with that, niece.” Auntie Luna commented, but Rora and I were too fucked-out to really care much about things going on around us at the moment.

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We made it to Eastcroft in less than a day and the small town went through the same song and dance as Melian, though it had more guards we needed to deal with. Well, guards the army needed to deal with. Rora was dozing on Spike’s back, her fecund swell rising and falling with each cute little snore she made. Seriously though, as much as I enjoy this, I want out already.

“You’d have never thought this mare was a stallion once.” Applejack commented with a brush of Rora’s silky chocolate brown mane as Rarity fussed over her rumpled and soiled clothes, using her magic to dispose of the evidence of our mid-air misadventure. “Why, if she wasn’t already taken, I’d have likely tried my luck.”

“Yeah, she’s totally fucking hot. Got all the curves and muscles in the right places like you got AJ.” Rainbow Dash playfully teased her girlfriend, who rolled her green eyes with a snort and a smile. “But seriously, you guys are hardcore. Having sex mid-flight? With nobody noticing until she wobbled and crashed against Spike? Nice.”

“I still would have preferred not to have a pregnant mare suddenly land on me in exhaustion without warning.” Spike complained even though he was nuzzling around Rora’s navel because he knew it was me in here. Spike may be a good mate, but he and I knew we weren’t meant for each other. Rather, it seems Rarity has staked her claim on the handsome drake judging by the emotions passing between them. “When will Shimmer be out?”

“Considering the usual length of time, she should be able to leave already. Rora needs to be awake to birth her unless Shim suddenly becomes a Womb Ward or a Navel Ninja. Damn Navel Ninjas, sneaking into wombs, having naughty fun in girl’s bellies and then disappearing again before they wake up. Assholes. It’s no fun for the gal if she isn’t awake for it.” Kala snarled and I laughed at the concept of someone somehow sneaking into wombs, masturbating, then fleeing.

“Maybe Rora just likes having her in there and Shimmy likes being in there?” Katrina suggested and it was definitely true. Rora was a natural at carrying around an incredible pregnancy and enjoyed it. I certainly liked being in here, but I’d like to be out during the daytime.

“Well, then I guess Rora needs some piercings too.” Kala got some piercings out of her cleavage and pulled Rora’s dress up, causing Rarity to squeal about the indignity of exposing Rora’s beautiful russet fecundity. Kala pressed a Navel Pearl to Rora’s pronounced outie belly button, which somehow merged with the Navel Pearl and suddenly she was flat! Wow, I can’t feel any difference here! “Now those nice tits.”

Kala applied the Nipple Studs and soon my Rider’s beach-ball milky mams shrunk to their default basketball size. At least she can also shrink them smaller for combat now. The plain tan dress she’d been wearing was now a blanket though, which Rora rolled around in and snuggled her head against Katrina’s lap in her post-coital blissful nap. Damn did we have it good.

Mm...I’m suddenly very sleepy…

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I slowly came to awareness, still in Rora’s warm, dark, safe womb. It was like being in the egg, only better. I moved a bit to stretch and Rora cooed with a rub of her flat tummy, which oddly made it feel like her hands were moving over her whole belly at once. “Good morning, Shimmy. You’ve slept since yesterday afternoon.” My Rider then went back to making a breakfast of berry-laden oatmeal.

“Mm, why haven’t you let me out?” I drowsily questioned my beloved as I tasted some of the berries she ate while making the meals.

“Because I don’t want to~.” Rora cooed and I shrugged what little I could before nestling against her uterine wall nearest where I could hear her heartbeat...

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I awoke to the movements and pleasures of sex. Rora was fucking Katrina in the missionary position while Kala was fucking Rora, up the ass. Oof! That was surprisingly not painful in the extreme! I wriggled and moaned in the amniotic fluid, my gills trying to rake out oxygen that wasn’t there even though Rora was breathing for me and my tail was throbbing. I couldn’t risk getting her actually pregnant, so I stuffed my tail down my throat and started sucking myself.

“Hm~ Kat!” Rora squealed when I felt Kala stuffing cum up her rear. Soon Rora was cumming, so I was cumming. I gulped and quaffed my cum desperately, my belly expanding and I rubbed it in wonder since for some reason my Navel Pearl wasn’t compressing it. “Unf, yes Shimmy! Fill my belly bigger!”

“Did she fill you with her seed~?” Kala panted over my Rider’s shoulder as I swallowed my semen and sperm, causing Rora’s already tight womb walls to stretch and accommodate me magically, like she was an infinitely elastic balloon.

“No~. I really wish she would. Even though I know it’s bad, I just want her foals so much!” Rora hiccuped and Kala pressed her tiara-bearing temple against my needy Rider’s head. This almost made me cum again, but I fought against it while trying to get my Navel Pearl to behave like my Nipple Studs are. At least until they decided not to and my giant tits began filling more space and Rora wailed in ecstasy as her womb filled with my expanding body.

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I woke up again, wondering when I blacked out, only to realize to my shock, I was in my base form! Full size! Coiled in Rora’s womb! Holy fuck! How gigantic has Rora become?! Why did this happen?! “Oh~! Shimmy~! Yes! Move more! Writhe in me more~!” Rora wailed and I was able to see through her senses that she was in someone’s storage. Probably Kala’s or Katrina’s. H-holy fuck. She was just a ball! A ball with giant tits and drooling all over herself!

“Rora! What have you done?!” I wailed in despair and slithered around myself, trapped in my Rider’s magic womb as I tried to find the exit. Rora was only sending feedback of delirious pleasure, want, need.

“I feel so sexy and love you so much~! Please, fill me more! Cum in me! Give me your foals~!” Rora pleaded dumbly, her thought processes reduced to sex, babies, sex, babies!

“No! I’m going to get out of here! Let me out!” I desperately demanded, but my wife and Rider was so out of it that she couldn’t even comprehend that she’s ignoring her duty, ignoring her promises, ignoring me. I slithered through my coils, hoping not to tie myself in knots as I sought out the part of her uterus with the most resistance. That would be the cervix nestled against the pelvis. Why can’t I transform?!

“Unf, cumming~!” Rora screamed into the abyss full of various things that I know nobody from this dimension could have, but the fact that there seemed to be vast tracts of stones of various colours and pieces of what looked like ship hulls, I doubt this is Kala’s storage. “No~! Stahp~! I wanna keep you in me~!” Rora wailed when I shoved my snout against her cervix.

“I’m getting out, then I’m going to blast your brains out so you can reset like Brom taught us!” A trick he showed us in case one of us was clearly under compulsion, but not a Binding Oath. Rora isn’t being compelled, but she’s clearly fallen into a depraved and brainless mindset. Considering me being in her womb was part of the trigger, removing myself was step one.

“Ah, ahn~!” Rora wailed when I managed to somehow squeeze my giant head into her tiny cervix. I had assumed correctly that her body was enhanced by all the things she’d been through along with the magic jewelry Kala provided, but it was still surreal to be pushing out of my wife’s vagina with relative ease when my head was easily infinitely larger than her opening.

Soon I was sliding out of her giant vagina that was impossibly tight, my body causing Rora to repeatedly cum her brains out and become nearly insensate by the time I finished removing all of my length from her. Damn, I’m soaked in her amniotic and pleasure fluids. If not for how she’d gone crazy because of this, this would be an absolutely-.

“Uhn...ah...oh~...Shimmer. My head hurts…” Rora whined and clutched her temples as her swirly gray/white eyes spun. “I feel incredibly satisfied though...where are we? The last thing I remember was having sex with Katrina and Kala after we’d set up camp outside of Eastcroft.”

“Rora, you devolved into a womb-obsessed breeder. We’re in someone’s storage for sure, but I don’t think Kala could somehow get hill-sized rocks in her Inventory.” I slithered through the gravity-free pocket dimension to examine all the interesting things here. There was easily a fleet of armored and weaponized Sci-Fi/Sci-Fantasy personal vehicles, pieces of ship or space station hulls. Then there was the giant rock collection. Who and why would collect such rocks?

“Ah, good. It would seem you’ve freed Rora of her rampant brood-lust. I did not have a spare Thought Tiara with me, I’ll be sure one is sent to Kala. For the foreseeable future, please refrain from pregnancy or unbirthing. Either of you. My wife’s grandchildren you are for sure.” Luna’s voice echoed out of a loudspeaker hanging in the space and we looked at each other nervously.

“Well...I guess we better be more careful until the war is over.” Rora winked and I snorted.