New Legacy

Ch.52

“What’s wrong, Lulu?” Celestia asked her beloved sister and lover, who was petting her Bonded dragon-serpent forlornly. Said serpent was clearly despondent, disturbingly downcast.

“Discord’s mother, Shimmer. She’s resisting her Aspect.” Lulu’s words caused Celestia to flinch.

“Oh my. We should intervene as soon as we finish breakfast. If she doesn’t accept her calling, all sorts of nasty things could happen as a result.” Celestia never resisted her calling when it came knocking, so she thankfully didn’t experience it herself, but she’d read the myths and legends of the gods of old.

Any of the deities who either neglected or rejected their aspects, the concepts of the world they had influence and rule over, suffered greatly. Or they caused great suffering. “Yes, we shall. Young Discord is not ready to take the mantle of Chaos in her stead yet.” Lulu mentioning this made Celestia feel conflicted, but accepted that her sister becoming even more bizarre wouldn’t be unwelcome so long as she remained her sister, lover and possibly her wife soon.

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“Why?” Murtagh asked exhaustedly, having been run ragged ‘raping’ Nasuada for a whole day for the amusement and pleasure of that bastard Sombra. By the gods, what sort of monstrous sexual stamina does this mare possess? Stamina he’d very much appreciate having right now.

“Because, by whatever cruel logic our world has, you and I...we’re practically made for one another.” Nasuada croaked out of her dehydrated and hoarse throat, both from losing so much bodily fluid, screaming and taking his phallus. Murtagh had never experienced the pleasures of the flesh like Nasuada had given him and the things she was doing to him was both scaring him and exciting him beyond logical reason.

“What a sick joke. An enslaved monster forced to kill and torture and a beautiful mare scarred and battered yet unbroken. It’s like something from a storybook.” Murtagh scoffed as he tried not to let his fancies take him away. He’d flee with Nasuada into the desert at the first opportunity, even live as a vagabond and raise children with her in her people’s traditional nomadic lifestyle if he could. If he could.

The way he couldn’t resist running his hands over her cum-stuffed distended belly was telling. He’d lost so much water fucking her like a rutting beast and if it wasn’t forced, he would gladly do it again for her pleasure. In this womb his foals would grow and he wanted to murder Sombra for forcing them to do this. His children, born out of wedlock and by magic compulsion!

“Trust me. Things will work out.” Nasuada whispered and fell asleep, he joined her.

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“Quebella, what are you doing here?” I asked after I finished fretting over Katrina after breakfast the next day. Katrina already had a powerful lactation fetish after she started milking, but now it was a struggle to get her off the pumps without giving in to her demand to be fucked while getting milked first. Kat really likes being a cow-pony and I’m hurt by how I’ve changed her.

“I am here to check in with you. While your family treats Chaos casually, I and other Chaos Demons view it as a much more serious subject.” Quebella neared and whispered an entirely different language as she looked intently at my disgruntled wife pulling the cups of her maid outfit back up over the bottom half of her breasts, which she wanted to keep udderly, ugh, utterly massive at beach-balls, but I talked her down to basketballs. “It is not a mental change.”

“Which I’ve been trying to tell you. I just really like what you’ve done for me.” Katrina snorted and wrinkled her snout around her cute nose ring as her ears twitched against her bull-like bovine horns that were adorned with orange ribbons to match her coppery mane. “I’ll admit that keeping my boobs so gigantic isn’t wise for everyday life though, so I’ll keep at our new normal.”

Which is enormous for the standards of the people of this world. Good gosh, I can’t remember, when did being basketball-boobed become basic bananas for us? It’s part of why we draw so many perverts, which I enjoy, because I get an odd thrill when being publicly appreciated. “Wait. How is this affecting Cloud?”

“He...she is actually taking it a bit too well, to the point of envy.” Katrina admitted ashamedly and I winced. Oof, we’ve really messed my poor babies up with how active and unusual we’ve been sexually during their rapid development. “She’s fairly upset that she’ll never lactate unless she gets modified like you, her mom. Kala says something similar is going on with Colette.” So both of my sons have become my daughters. I don’t object, but I’m upset that it’s my fault rather than their own uninfluenced choices.

“At least they have that freedom. We Chaos Demons are still nearly impossible to physically alter unless it’s done by a goddess like Wiatr or our patron god, Discord. However, he is limited and cannot do much to us because we suit Chaos, which means altering us is akin to Order.” Quebella sighed wistfully. “Would it surprise you to know that I once longed to either be a true drider, or to have my whole body as slime? At least once I met Elric I lost that desire.”

“Not really I guess.” I said with a blush, trying not to look at her rear. Not just her bubble-like spider abdomen, but the bubble-booty under it. I can’t tell if that’s just her aesthetic, or if driders of her sort are more anthro than tauric.

“Want a spin on my web? It’ll burn though.” Quebella purred, her leonine voice rumbling in her bountiful chest. Burn huh? A burning web? Thats- *Snap!* -No! No, not again! “Huh?” Quebella blinked and cupped her lava-goo boobies that incinerated her shirt instantly and the interior atmosphere system whisked away the smoke. “You...turned me entirely to slime?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry~!” I choked and sobbed as Katrina clutched my trembling shoulders.

“No, don’t be sorry! This means I’m not constantly fretting over my lower half being amorphous and my upper half being rigid! All sorts of logistical problems have been solved...even if it means my whole wardrobe of tops is now pointless. It also means I don’t have to have to be a drider! I can take any form I want for fun and pleasure! I’d hug you, but then I’d burn you.” Quebella giggled and the glassy chitin of her lower body stretched up and over her upper body.

“B-but I did it on impulse, accident! I changed somebody without meaning to twice, two days in a row!” I whimpered and looked at my mismatched hands, my cobalt and ruby appendages shaking fearfully. I don’t want this! If there’s anyone who can take this from me, take it!

“Shimmer, go and relax somewhere. Maybe it’s best if you’re not around other people right now.” Katrina gently said into my ear as she rubbed my shoulders. I nodded- *Snap!* -and winced when I found myself alone, somewhere that was not in the camp. Somewhere with a large body of water. Oh thank gosh, something I could use right now.

I dove in without hesitation, my outfit can be washed and dried later. I transformed into my giant noodly self and slithered on the lakebed, closing my eyes and enjoying the silence and solitude of being alone underwater. Where I can’t hurt people because I can’t control myself. I sniffled and cleansed my sinuses with the water before settling down for a nap.

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“Where is Shimmer?!” Rora demanded frantically and Katrina blinked at her wife’s panic.

“She just teleported somewhere, to be away from people after she turned Quebella into a full slime.” Katrina replied and approached her wife, the glowing nearly amber russet alicorn mare seemed ready to bolt and she didn’t need two of her wives vanishing on her. “Rora, calm down. Why are you so upset?”

“I can’t feel her!” Rora whimpered and Katrina grasped her in a hug, rocking her panicking wife back and forth before guiding her to a chair where she ran her fingers through Rora’s luscious chocolaty mane.

“Calm down. Stay calm. I’ll go find Brom, ask what the typical range is for the Bond. Kala, Pinkie! Rora needs moral support!” Katrina hollered and her wife and friend, who hopefully would soon also be a wife, rushed over while Katrina strode towards the front door.

“Aw~!” Pinkie cooed as she sat in Rora’s lap and Katrina left them to it as she pinged the sorcerers in the camp and promptly sprinted through to where she felt the familiar mind of Brom.

“Brom!” At Katrina’s call, the ancient Rider turned away from speaking with Trianna and furrowed his brow. “Brom! Shimmer teleported away and Rora’s panicking because she can’t feel her!” Brom’s eyebrows rocketed up almost to his horn and he sprinted back the way she came, so she followed him.

“I will help keep Rora calm. It simply means that Shimmer has gone beyond their familiar operating range. However, because neither of them have experienced such a thing, the despair could be nearly on par with their partner dying. I hope Shimmer hasn’t just committed suicide.” Brom’s words filled Katrina with mortal dread for her wives.

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“Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, everything that’s wonderful is what I’m feeling when we're together~!” I sang as I danced among a field of licorice-wheat alongside my wives, Pinkie included. The sky was raining meatballs and the licorice-wheat was turning into spaghetti. We laughed and frollicked among the raining foodstuffs, somehow remaining completely clean.

It was as if someone took the movie Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, mixed it with Jumanji and put us all on a game board of Candyland. It was wonderful~! I dove into the lake of watermelon Koolaide and took a deep drink-.

I coughed, spitting up something and swam to the surface, gasping for air because whatever I was in was not breathable. After getting air into me, I blinked my nictitating membranes to get the syrupy water off of my eyes and I dizzily wondered why I was sleeping in a lake of chocolate syrup and the sky was raining Dippin Dots ice cream morsels.

What the fuck? Where am I? Where is- Gone! She’s Gone! My Rider is GONE~! I roared in agony, my Heart-of-Hearts felt like it was burning a hole through my chest! I keened in despair before I began to calm down, because I knew Rora was alive! I knew it! I just teleported someplace, she’s just back at home!

“Well, someone vented into a Demiplane!” I whipped my attention to the source of the voice to find my mom laying on a beach chair made of cinnamon sticks and fruit roll-ups, catching dots in a bowl made of crystalized sugar. She was also naked and not being touched by the rain of dessert. My mind immediately slipped into the gutter and I slithered across the syrup towards her. “Hm? Sweet-ie~?!”

I dove my snout into her snatch, sliding into my mom’s impossibly cavernous cunt as she creamed herself instantly. Dongoruas’ spatial distortion clearly applied to her own body even if this wasn’t the work of a Navel Pearl. She came repeatedly as my kilometer-long body slid into her, but not even a fraction of that distance was needed for me to enter her uterus.

My gosh, it was beautiful. I slithered along the walls of my mother’s already impossibly gigantic womb, looking up at the floating stars of golden light tended to by hundreds of other Chaos Noodles. When Urta said she’d turn my mom into a moon full of babies, she wasn’t kidding! Still, why was she so utterly massive and filled with amniotic fluid if the bundles of joy within her were all so small and spaced apart?

“Heya! You’re one of our new sibs, huh? Thanks for not getting in the way. Lots of unbirthing visitors get too curious and bug the artificial womb lattices.” One of my many, many, many siblings approached, swimming through the somehow breathable amniotic fluid as if the viscous and nourishing liquid was just water.

“I am curious, but I’m more horny. I came in here because mom was being sexy and I couldn’t help myself in a moment of weakness.” I replied and he flinched away from me. “Right, psionics are rare in your society, sorry.”

“No big, so long as it doesn’t endanger the mental development of our new sibs, it’s fine.” The eel-like draconequus replied and he neared, looking me over in curiosity. “You’re surprisingly uniform. I can feel and see you’re definitely one of us, but you’re so...seamless.”

“Oh? Am I pleasing to look at?” I fluttered my eyes at the infinitely smaller noodle and he blushed. Aw, he’s so cute.

“We’re siblings. Even if that doesn’t matter to us genetically; it matters to me personally. I’ve helped so many people develop in wombs the past few thousand years that I can only get it up for my wife. So, sorry sis.” The eel-lad cleared his throat. “I’m Conger, the leader of the Womb Wards since its inception predating the Empire by several years. I’m on loan to mom-sis Dongo’s womb from Urta’s womb and then I’m transferring to your wife for a few months to ensure her body is adapting well to the role of a Super Surrogate.”

“Oh, sorry then and thank you for that. I have wives to take care of my needs, so I’ll just leave and torment mom with some more mind blowing orgasms.” I winked at my brother, who snorted fondly and shooed me away back to mom’s cervix. I dove in and enjoyed how her cunt convulsed around me as I exited her, her screaming wails of pleasure were music to my ears.

Eventually I finished sliding back into the chocolate syrup lake and looked at my messy mother, she’d become so overwhelmed from the pleasure that the raining ice cream was smeared all over her body from not being able to focus on whatever was keeping her clean. “You are, so good at that.” Mom huffed and patted her fluffy chest as she got her breath back. “What you saw is the secret to our success. Rapid mass-breeding using as few volunteers as possible.”

“Which is how the Empire was able to spread across it’s galaxy so quickly in just a few thousand years, I know. Kala wouldn’t shut up about it after Katrina became a Super Surrogate.” I then looked around and again wondered where we were.

“Hm, yes.” Dongo purred as she sprouted a cock with churning heavy spunk bunkers covering her quim. “You’ve done incredibly well with pleasing my pussy, why not try my penis?”

“Before I give in to my lusts, which I’d rather spend on my wives to be honest, where are we?” I asked, licking my chops at the sight of that impossible, towering tumescence throbbing above her. I don’t know what bear dicks look like, but I don’t think they are like dragon dicks. I can hold off the dread of my Riding being gone through curiosity before I bury it with pleasure again.

“A Demiplane of your making. This is your haven.” Dongo explained with a swing of her cock as her tight muscular tummy gurgled and virile pre dripped from her urethra.

“So that explains why I couldn’t sense Rora. I’ll need help getting back, but first~.” I struck like a viper, my maw opening with my teeth retracted and I dove upon that dick hungrily! I gulped and sucked it down, it’s getting bigger inside me! Mm~!

“Oh~! Fuck! Sweetie, you’re incredible at this!” Mom praised as her balls crushed the candy chair while they expanded to the size of yoga balls, then continued to grow as I sucked and gulped on her extending and thickening cock. My serpentine body was feeling more and more like a cocksleeve than anything else. *Snap!* “Oh by Mother~!” Oh~! W-what did I do~!

I vibrated around my mom’s mast and I realized I’d turned myself into a gigantic organic pocket pussy! I’m literally a sex toy! I can’t believe how incredibly fucking horny this is making me~!

“Hm, I think I feel a hole that needs filling.” Dongo moaned as she somehow rubbed my womb when I’m essentially just a solid shaft with a soft inside. “A sexy toy, with a womb condom.” *Snap!* Ah, no~! I can't get pregnant! I need to stay away from stuff like this~! *Snap!* Unf, w-what did I do this time?! How am I doing it without hands?! “Unf, here it comes, sweetie~!”

Dongoruas’ impossible cock twitched inside of me and then blew. My awareness shifted to the end of my fleshlight body and I wordlessly screamed. I’m a condom! I’m a living condom~! I’m being filled with my mom’s hot cum and I’m cumming~!

I bloated over the end of what was my body, my transparent balloon body inflating in all directions on semen before drooping down off the end of the sex toy that was once me and basting in the chocolate syrup lake while it still rained ice cream. I could only wordlessly shriek in pleasure as I became host to a lake of sperm-filled fluid.

“Oh~, yes~. My sperm are attacking your eggs, sweetie~.” Dongo moaned as she rubbed the end side of my expanding form with her spatial magic and I didn’t care if I got pregnant anymore, just that I felt like I could melt in-.

I burst, spraying tapioca pudding everywhere instead of cum and my mom squeaked in surprise while my awareness shifted back to the sex toy still vibrating and orgasming around her length. I shut off, spent, satisfied. I drifted off in the afterglow as my mom came down from her high…

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I woke up in bed, at home, still satisfied. I felt wonderfully drained from having so much pent-up energy both sexual and what I could assume was Chaos unleashed in the safety of the place mom said was my own personal pleasure palace of a demiplane. So I have an outlet for the latter. I don’t need to obsess over caution and restraint constantly if I figure out how to go there and come back intentionally.

“Hm, that was lovely.” I groaned and sat up, blinking the sleep out of my eyes before Rora, in our maid uniform, sauntered in and pulled me to my feet. “Hey.”

“We can talk later, you missed dinner, then breakfast. We’re marching on Belatona today.” Rora gently informed me as she led me to the bathroom and put me in the sonic shower. It was a quick cleaning device that uses no water and is much better at cleaning, but it makes you nauseous and is altogether not fun. Brr! “Now, let’s get prepared for battle.”

“Okay, I’ll go get my-mm?” I blinked at Rora locking lips with me, but before I could kiss back or wonder why do this now, I found myself sliding into her and soon I was her, she was me, but we weren’t the same person. I’ve overtaken her body, but I’m also made of crystal now! I also had a horn above my Third Eye. “Okay Rora, what’s up with this?”

“What better way to fight together, than to fight as one? I’m sure it’ll be exhausting, but at least we’ll be at our best and ready for that dragon-killing weapon you warned Brom about.” Rora answered as she pulled pieces of her armor out. Well, I guess our armor since she was also taking out mine. Why mine too? Her’s is much more orthadox and defensive, mine is made for dexterity and the swiftness of a spear.

“Oh right, that thing.” I sincerely hope that with the forewarning I gave, that it will be captured and none of us dragons will die. In canon, that damn thing nearly killed Saphira and it did kill Shruikan. “So, why are you bothering to compare our armor? You’re the better warrior, just wear yours.” I muttered, wondering why Rora was actually holding the breastplates up and looking in the mirror.

Then Rora blushed and I joined her at hearing her thoughts, but, well...Rora feels pretty now. Her old armor was made just for a no-nonsense warrior. She wanted a bit of nonsense, like how flowy my armor was in comparison with the open-front skirting, the extra space meant for my much thicker tail, how my breastplate supported my bust, not concealed it.

Um, it’s okay Rora, to feel pretty. You are a mare now. Just put on your own armor though…