New Legacy

Ch.57

Nasuada did not stop for more than to eat more grass or fruits from trees. She flew through the night, her black and white striped wings, both being unfamiliar and impossibly natural, were sore and begged for rest. She couldn’t, not until she reached him! However, she was disheartened when she reached the shore of Alagaesia and felt her mate was beyond, past the water.

She vaguely remembered her maps. Isn’t Vroengard in that direction? Nasuada paced on the sand, her hooves sinking into the damp shore and she grit her teeth as her mind whirled for a solution. In her condition, if she tired, there would be no surviving if she crashed into the water. Narda was much closer, if she flew north she could possibly-.

“Do you need help, young lady?” A pale earth pony mare in plain warm clothes asked from where she sat on a boat Nasuada hadn’t noticed moored at a ledge just a bit further up the shore. Said boat was simple, except for a crystal carved lantern burning with a deep red flame. “I’m waiting for a friend, but you seem to be in a hurry.”

“Ah, quite. I’m afraid I’ll need to head north to Narda if I’m going to get to him safely.” Nasuada approached and looked around, bemused at the lack of any companions since the mare was blindfolded. She wasn’t restrained, so she may be properly blind. “May I ask why an infirm mare is out here all alone?”

“I may be blind dear, but I see more than most.” The way the blind mare looked directly at her felt oddly unsettling. “I also sense things beyond normal comprehension. You positively reek of destiny dear. Your fate is to the northwest, on a cursed island. I can get you closer while you rest until you feel comfortable with relying on your own wings.”

“Who are you to know all of this?” Nasuada warily demanded, aware that sorcerers and other spellcasters lived in the most unexpected places. If this mare could spout such unique trivia regarding her situation, then there was no doubt the possibly not-blind mare was a practitioner.

“A simple Keeper, now get in or trot along if you wish to accomplish your goal by your own power.” The mare returned to staring her supposedly sightless eyes out on the water and Nasuada bit her lip in uncertainty. Her aching wings and upset stomach from consuming so much hard vegetation made her decision for her.

“I would much appreciate a ride, if my flatulence won’t deter your aid.” Nasuada would rather get the matter out of the way rather than embarrass herself later.

“It won’t my dear. I’ve survived much worse than a desperate mother-to-be eating too much roughage.” The mare’s amused words allowed Nasuada the relief of stepping into the boat, holding the Crystal Heart tightly to her bosom as the boat began to move on it’s own, further proof of her savior’s magic. “I have also died from far sillier things.” Pardon?

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Rora and I were a bit overwhelmed and out of our depth here… “Guh…” We were still fused, or rather, for today. It was an exercise in endurance. We could be fused for hours at a time, but it eventually ceased to be self-sustaining and we were ‘booted out’ of each other’s bodies when the magic of our fusion decided we couldn’t stay together. As for our situation…

“Come now. Surely you’ve been better trained than this!” Luna huffed indignantly as she shouldered her halberd, her weapon of choice aside from an actual combat scythe. Between them, Luna was the more militant of the twin sisters. That wasn’t to say Celestia wasn’t a good warrior, she was, but she didn’t drop us on our ass in sparring practice like Luna does!

“No...it’s just the difference in skill and time trained.” We replied tiredly as we stood up. Our armor was ruined, at least for now. Luna was also a forgemistress and repaired our gear afterward in her magic forge. Seriously. Luna seems like such a Mary Sue compared to her sister, yet it’s Celestia who is the one often acting as main governor of their people.

“Fair enough. I have had several centuries to develop my skill, it is only fair that I am more skilled than someone who, at best, has only been training for a few months.” Luna said before looking out at the sea. Their path was taking them more or less along the west coast of Alagaesia and they had already passed Kuasta. “I believe we’ll be passing over the fortress city Teirm soon according to the maps the Varden provided.”

“If we continue along the coast, yeah.” We replied and stored Rora’s lucerne before unbuckling our pauldrons as we followed Luna down into the ship. The pauldrons make moving in the tight spaces more difficult, we super-busty ladies have it hard enough getting our massive chests around in the bowels of the ship. A galleon this flagship may be, but it’s full to bursting with equipment, stored goods and other people.

“Considering that these lands do not have airships, I wish we could have seen the reactions of the people of Kuasta as we flew through the bay.” Luna mischievously chuckled and we joined her. That would have been fun to see. The expressions the Varden made were quite hilarious.

“Speaking of which, I’m curious about how these ships fly.” Rora spoke because I was willing to just accept that they did. The how of it didn’t really concern me. “I mean, you don’t have a balloon attached or anything.”

“The first ones did, using science to help them stay aloft. Eventually we developed runes and enchantments that could hold the ships up without assistance and the balloons became a hindrance. It heavily involves pegasus magic actually. Every piece of wood of these ships are infused with pegasus feathers, rendering each one lightweight and accepting of propulsion.” Luna answered shortly before we reached her private smithy, the regular one was nearby.

“That’s ingenious. I hope you’re willing to teach us this craft, because making flight available to the masses instead of exclusive to pegasi, griffins and hippogriffs would greatly help our landlocked societies.” Rora said and I had to agree. I’ve noticed the port cities are much more developed and thickly populated. Even the ones on lakes like Belatona benefitted from maritime mobility.

“I see no reason why not. Your land is well behind ours in technology I fear. That’s what happens when you have an oppressive despot ruling your lands for a century. Now strip, I cannot fix your armor while you’re wearing it.” Luna demanded and we complied readily since we had our gambeson underneath and that wasn’t damaged.

The past day had taught us that Luna was an insatiable pervert and she would take every opportunity to try and have sex with us or her sister. We felt fairly flustered that she was so obsessed with us. We would assume it’s because of Rora’s potential to be the next Head Rider, but we don’t think so. She genuinely seems obsessed with us in a sexual non-romantic way. I think she just wanted us as a fuckbuddy, someone she can be naughty with platonically.

If that makes sense to anyone, it confuses the hell out of both of us. “I’ll have your armor restored soon, Shimora.”

“Stop calling-ugh.” We rubbed our snout and resigned ourselves to being referred to by that Japanese-sounding name while fused. Speaking of which, it’s getting a bit tiring. We defused and I stretched, causing my breasts to strain my T-shirt and my booty to threaten the seat of my skin tight jeggings. They leaned more towards jeans since they had small pockets and an actual belt loop, but they were still a hybrid of jeans and leggings. Oh, right, they’re jeggings!

This left Rora in her gambeson as she stretched too. “Oof, that was getting tiring.” Rora commented and yawned. “I think we should actually rest. Ever since this morning we’ve been either having sex or exercising, all while fused.” Rora’s body wasn’t glowing anymore. She’d used up her stored mana to help maintain our fusion. The more she had stored up, the longer we could be fused. I had eight Eldunarya, so I had mana to spare.

“At least it’s good exercise and practice. I think my muscle memory for spearmanship may be hurting our stance with your lucerne, though.” I mentioned to my Rider and wife, but she patted my shoulder with a shake of her head.

“No, it helped me actually. With your raw strength, we can actually use my lucerne as a spear if needed with your conditioning for it.” Rora told me before leaning in and I met her halfway for a kiss that made my tail wiggle.

“You two are so cute together. Get out of my forge before I decide to put off this restoration to have a threesome and try to get foals again.” Luna playfully threatened us and we skedaddled with giggles.

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“Whoa, this place is fucked up.” Alberta succinctly commented and Murtagh had to nod in agreement. Vroengard, formerly the home of the Dragon Riders. The city of Doru Araeba was still disturbingly intact save for a large crater and the cut-off sides of buildings where Thuviel committed suicide by detonating his body and poisoning the whole island. However, it would seem his intel was right. There was no longer the wavering air of radiating magic poison.

“This is Doru Araeba, the former home of the Dragon Riders. That crater there is where a desperate elk blew himself up trying to take the invading Forsworn with him.” Murtagh didn’t mention it was that same act which destroyed all of the dragon eggs and nearly doomed the dragon race.

“It's kinda like Lordran, just not as wide. Certainly as big though. Oh hey, snails!” Alberta said with a point at the Snalgli that was climbing up a dragon skull. “You guys get big, bigger than Midir at least.” Ah, the king of Everlasting Dragons if he remembered what he saw in her mind correctly.

“We don’t have a known limit to our growth. The point at which a dragon stops growing is variable and random from dragon to dragon. I should continue to grow, but I may not.” Thorn informed Alberta, having chosen to speak to the wolfess as he glided through the night while Murtagh slept.

“Wow, you local dragons are so weird. Dragons back home just grow until they reach the maximum size. The oldest ones are as big as mountains.” Alberta’s claim had weight, because they both saw her memory of a dragon’s corpse that capped a mountain, having died on the peak. “So, when do we land? I want to stretch my legs.”

“We land as soon as I find somewhere not crawling with potentially deadly monstrosities.” Murtagh couldn’t trust the Snalgli either. The report from the scouting party described the grisly fate of someone who underestimated them quite grotesquely. He did not wish to die by having his head bitten off. Or in any way if possible.

Besides, he was here for something specific, a weapon. Sombra had left his old sword here in the hurry to escape Thuviel’s last gambit and he wanted it back. To be fair, if Murtagh had lost Zar’roc, he would have wanted it back too. It may have been his father’s and he hated the stallion, but it was his. That said, Thorn also had the place where Sombra had dropped his sword in his mind so he lowered down towards the mountain peak where Vrael was killed rather ignobly by getting kicked in the nads and decapitated.

“Okay, I’ll clear a space.” Alberta said before Murtagh looked back and the wolfess jumped off the saddle and fell when there was still a good distance to fall.

“Did she really just jump?” Thorn asked before a wispy cloud of fog appeared at Alberta’s feet and dispersed when she landed in perfect condition. “Ah, yes. Her realm’s magic is rather esoteric yet useful.”

They continued a controlled descent as Alberta sprayed waves of fire and lightning over the mountain peak, killing many nasty surprises that leapt out of the rocks at her. Burrow Grubs and other cruel monsters. Getting latched onto by those would have been agony personified if they didn’t kill you. Thank gosh Sombra enjoyed watching Murtagh reduce Nasuada to a braying breeder or she would’ve been subjected to those disgusting creatures.

Once Alberta ceased to be under assault and the eerie shadow birds swooped in to start gobbling up the fried critters in a feeding frenzy, Thorn landed next to where Alberta was watching the disturbing display. “This place is spooky. Back home you didn’t have to worry about pests like this because we would’ve sprayed a gene-selective bug spray to wipe out the whole species planetwide.”

“Unlike you, we don’t have the advantage of being an ether-faring society.” Murtagh huffed and Alberta was completely unbothered by his knowledge of her origin. He knew she was used to odd circumstances. Having a telepath get a scan of her brain didn’t even rate in the top ten percent of bullshit she’s dealt with. “Now, where is it? Sombra’s sword was around here in the memory he shared.”

“Whoa...do you feel that?” Alberta asked as she looked southeast. “What is going on for her to be coming this way so fast?” Murtagh blinked and looked past the mountains in that direction, wondering what she could be talking about.

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The moment Vroengard came within sight, Nasuada hastily thanked the blind mare and took flight. Her destined one was up there, she couldn’t wait a minute longer! The zebralicorn ascended until she was above the observed height of the mountains and then used her gifted wings to fly as fast as possible.

When she saw Thorn, her heart sang! That meant he was-there! He was looking in her direction and she dove a bit to increase velocity. When he realized she was flying right for him he backed away rapidly, but she pounced! She wrapped her arms around him, squishing the Crystal Heart between them as she kissed him deeply, desperately while they twirled in the air, his own wings having instinctively moved to stabilize them.

“Mm, Nasuada? Mm, *smooch* w-what are you-mm-doing here?” Murtagh breathlessly questioned between kisses as he gazed into her eyes in astonishment. “How did you escape? How did you get wings? Are you okay? Are the foals okay?” Nasuada had tears in her eyes as he went from confused to fretting over her and rubbing her pregnant belly.

“I’m fine now that I’m with you.” Nasuada declared with hearts in her eyes as she kissed him again. “Marry me. Now. I needed you to marry me weeks ago.” Nasuada looked at Alberta who was smirking at them. “Who is she?” She couldn’t imagine Murtagh being intimate with anyone else. He was too distrustful to do something like that...but she is very beautiful and buxom. Good gosh, she has breasts as big as Roran’s wive’s busts.

“I’m Alberta and I’m actually qualified to officiate a wedding. This isn’t the most romantic place, but it is on top of a mountain, so it’s suitable. So Murtagh, do you take this incredibly beautiful mare as your lawfully wedded wife?” Alberta asked cheekily and Nasuada looked down at the Crystal Heart. Hope filled her when she saw it shining!

“Uh, well, um...I do?” Murtagh asked and Nasuada giggled, causing him to smile. “I do.”

“Do you, Princess Nasuada, take this handsome stud to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Alberta cheekily questioned and Nasuada couldn’t help the snort at the idea of being a princess.

“I do.” The Crystal Heart began floating and Murtagh gawked at it while Nasuada looked at him proudly.

“Then you may kiss the groom.” Alberta stated, which kinda threw Murtagh for a loop at the mare having the lead, but he let Nasuada passionately jump at him and wrap her arms around his neck as she kissed him.

The Crystal Heart pulsed and became blinding with a radiant pink and beryll blue light that washed over them and extended in a sphere over the entire island. Nasuada moaned into her new husband’s mouth as she felt something in her heart, her soul, spark and ignite like an inferno. She broke away from her dumbstruck husband, who was likely absolutely enraptured by the breaking of their magic binds as well as by her.

Nasuada then turned towards the Crystal Heart and approached it, putting her hand upon the pulsing, beating magic artefact. “I did it, Cadence. Now please, take it back.” Nasuada pleaded quietly and then she shivered, feeling weak as pink light flowed from her body around the Crystal Heart and then coalesced into Cadence, who floated down and Nasuada caught her unconscious friend. However, Nasuada was confused about why she still had wings and a horn.

No, wait, Nasuada blinked her eyes and again checked. Yes. She was still a zebralicorn. Why? Cadence wasn’t infusing her anymore. “So this was Cadence’s plan. Sorry I wasn’t around. Maybe Sombra had some idea about her plans and wanted me kept away.” Murtagh apologized and Nasuada gave him a disapproving leer at his baseless apology, he wasn’t at fault. “Right, ‘don’t apologize for things beyond my control’.” Good boy, you’ll learn yet.

“Well, good to see this Cady has the same spunk as the others I’ve met. She bet it all on Love.” Alberta commented as she knelt over the unconscious alicorn. Wait, why was the wolfess made of crystal? Wait, why was she made of crystal? Murtagh too! “That’s the power of the Crystal Heart when the True Ruler of the Empire is recognized by it. Wait, what?!

“But that’s Cadence! She’s the rightful ruler of Broddring!” Nasuada declared and then gasped with a gaping expression at Cadence. That clever bitch! “She abdicated to me?”

“Wait, what? Did I just become the rightful king of Broddring?” Murtagh questioned in shock and Alberta chuckled.

“We’ll have to ask the princess when she wakes up. She’s exhausted from empowering you.” Alberta picked up the sleeping pink princess and nodded down below. “Want to head down? I don’t think that sword matters anymore and that purification wave should’ve killed all malignant entities and cleansed all good or neutral ones.”

“That may be, but it is a Rider’s sword, even if it was originally Sombra’s. It will be a powerful weapon. To just abandon it out of hand is rather irresponsible.” Nasuada replied before she gasped and clutched her pregnant swell. “Ah, w-what~?” The zebralicorn mare panted and groaned as her belly audibly churned and then her bosom rapidly expanded to match Alberta’s, ripping through her ragged tunic and Nasuada squeaked as she sprayed milk down her front.

“Wow...I guess you’re this world’s new Goddess of Fertility. How far along are you?” Alberta asked nonchalantly and Nasuada realized that the wolfess must be like Elric, Boone and Kala.

“O-one month…” Nasuada blushed as she cradled her belly that was as big as a mare about to birth a single foal and Murtagh joined her in fluster while she leaned against him.

“Holy...that big and you still have 10 months to go? Holy shit, you’re carrying a whole herd in there, unaided before ascending too. Welp, I’m the right person to help get you set up with us, we have a lot of experience in this. Come on, let’s find someplace cozy. I see a bunch of folks down there could use some guidance too.” Alberta began descending the mountain and Nasuada joined Murtagh and Thorn in looking down into the valley basin Doru Araeba was.

There were people, mostly ponies and elks, emerging from the intact buildings and looking around at their new, pristine surroundings in awe, especially at each other. There were small celebrations breaking out, people cheering and rejoicing. “Hm, Sombra did not mention survivors living in the ruins. Then again it would be like that monster to completely ignore it.”

“Too true my friend. Well...dear. Why don’t we go down? Oh, bring your beautiful fancy heart with us.” Murtagh cheerfully said as he took her hand and she used the other arm to cradle the Crystal Heart to her bosom before they gently glided down. Thorn rolled his eyes and grabbed the hilt of the black blade the two utterly forgot about before following.