New Legacy

Ch.59

We landed on our face once we popped onto the mountaintop we’d left our world from moments after we’d left as we intended. The time and place, not the manner. “Ow~! Our snout~!” We groaned and sat up as we rubbed our poor abused face.

“Are you okay?” Luna asked when she approached us with her junk right at our nose, her hypnotic scent in our senses. Especially since we’d been nearly chaste for two decades, the closest we got to sex was masturbation by tail-yiffing and it was such a relief that Alberta provided a spell to temporarily make our tail-phallus infertile so we could cum inside of ourselves. Luna sensed this weakness. “Well, aren’t you surprisingly malleable right now~?”

“G-get away from us.” We whimpered and stood up, shivering at the need our body was demanding.

She cooed and hugged us, her hypnotic musk was all over her now as she rubbed herself on us. The night queen licked her lips as her harding cock released her heavy scent more. “Oh, but the Queen is horny.” She told us when she grabbed our hips and grinded her dress-covered groin against our ass.

“No~...” We mewled and panted as our body demanded that we be bred, that we replace the emptiness in our womb that our daughter had left upon her birth. Alberta didn’t warn us about side-effects! If this is how desperately dragonesses in that world feel the need to have something inside of them, it’s no wonder they’re obsessed with unbirthing!

“Sister, down girl.” Celestia demanded as she approached and even swatted Luna’s snout with a scroll. “We can harass our friends after we get married!”

“But I’m all ready to penetrate now~!” Luna whined before Thorn snatched us up in his claws and carried us away. “No! Come back with-!” Luna’s demand was cut off by Thorn diving down into Doru Araeba and into an open gate that led to a den, which he promptly sealed by shoving the gate shut.

“You smell absolutely ready to breed.” Thorn huffed in arousal and rubbed his nose as his massive cock bobbed under him.

“Not you too~!” “Alberta~! Why are we so damn horny~?!” We demanded through the link we’ve grown used to over the decades and meekly pushed against Thorn’s snout in protest as our body weakly shuddered, giving in to the urge to let a powerful male have his way with us.

“Ah, shit, right. It’s been twenty years since I read the memo, sorry! I was supposed to give you a reversion so you wouldn’t be driven mad for the need to either get pregnant or unbirth someone. Here you go.” Alberta’s words were punctuated by a chilling sensation that rapidly weakened the need to breed, but it was still there. Then a good bit of this is all on us.

Thorn laid on top of us, licking our neck. Thorn moaned as he tried aiming his member to penetrate us. However, he was clearly a complete virgin. One: he’s in the wrong form. Two: we’re still clothed. Three: he was absolutely clueless about both of these things.

“You’re adorable, but in the wrong form.” We cooed as he found some purchase pressing against our clothed groin before we shoved his far more massive bulk off of us with an ease that surprised us. “Uh, sorry?” “What the fuck was that, Alberta?”

“You seriously didn’t question it when you were moving castle stone blocks with your muscles? That’s one thing I didn’t revert, the natural super-strength dragons in that world possess.” Alberta answered and then sighed. “Right, well, I’m not your overseer anymore. Good luck with your post-adventure shenanigans.”

“You’re so strong and fertile. Please be my mate!” Thorn pleaded and while half of us was annoyed at his immaturity, the other half was just amused and aroused.

“Sorry Thorn, but we’re not going to just let you have your way.” We playfully giggled and then remembered we weren’t just Shimora. We’ve been Shimora longer than we’ve been either Shimmer or Rora now. Good gosh. “Let us at least clear our heads.”

We split up, ending our fusion for the first time in 20 years. I felt all woozy without Rora’s keen mind keeping me from constantly going off on tangents or otherwise being a spaz thanks to my Chaos. We’re still Dragon and Rider, but we feel lesser now. Like by being split up we’ve lowered ourselves from a superior state of existence. At least since the rest of us is already fused aside from our personalities and egos along with our bodies being separate.

“Shimmer...I’m going to go find Nasuada. You do what you want. I think it’s a good idea we have some time away from each other.” Rora reasoned and I nodded. It was so hard not to think of myself in the plural since I’m just me right now. A me who is horny and has a very fuckable stud pleading to breed me. “I’m gonna go before I fuse with you to do that. Good gosh being pregnant together for two decades has messed with us.”

“Better hurry~.” I lilted and Rora teleported away thanks to all of the magic practice she’d had with so many years in isolation. Shame so little of that practice bled over into my Chaos magic, but we-I, had figured out the trick to it. “Now then.” *Snap!* Thorn was now asleep and having raunchy dreams. “We’ve gotta wait to do that until things settle down pal! That doesn’t mean you can’t have me in your dreams while I use you as a bed.”

I may be horny, but despite being stuck in Coldstone Castle for twenty years, there was always something to do and unlike me, Rora can’t stand to stay idle! I’ve got two decades of laziness to catch up on!

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I was woken from my blissful sleep by a psychic nudge and I whined as I sat up from the bed I’d ended up in at some point with a pout at my wife and Rider. “You’ve been sleeping for days, honey. We’re going to return to the Varden since Sombra’s lackeys are still trying to hold on to their territories.” Rora informed me before she licked her lips and leaned down.

I moaned into the kiss as I was absorbed and we were Shimora once more. That sensation of incompleteness vanished and we shuddered as we ran our hands over our armored body. “Yes~...we think we may have fallen into the trap Kala warned us about.” We pouted in disappointment with ourselves. We don’t view ourselves as a single entity though, more two working in unison. Where does this fall in her ‘Potara’ fusion chart?

“Rora-oh. Shimora. I can suppose we’re ready to depart?” Queen Nasuada asked after she entered the room made of stone and stone furniture aside from the plush downy bed. She was radiant, a crystal zebralicorn fecund with foals and garbed in an elegant golden robe worthy of her royalty. Our beautiful friend had grown, both metaphorically and literally, into her role as Queen quite well.

Sure, her subjects are currently only the citizenry of Doru Araeba, who will be rebuilding, but when she carries the Crystal Heart with Cadence into the Empire proper, certainly the people will acknowledge her right to rule. “Yes, we’re ready.” We turned and approached our beautiful friend and hugged her, causing her to titter and hug us back.

“My, so Shimmer is in there. Seeing Shimora is a bit of an experience when you’ve known your two halves as individuals. It’s like seeing a different person, yet not.” Nasuada commented and waddled her pregnant stride into the hallway to lead us outside to the ships. “I’m so nervous. I was already figuring I’d become the queen since our plan was to overthrow Sombra in the first place, but it feels so unorthodox to start my rule with a tour of the nation.”

“How else will the majesty of your presence and the Crystal Heart bring the people the hope they need for the future?” We asked her rhetorically as we left, watching the various people, both local and some of the Equestrians who chose to stay permanently, taken with Vroengard’s mountainous beauty and the historical importance of the place.

“True. Cadence said as much.” Nasuada took an envelope from her cleavage, which we blinked at, which she handed to us. “This is written by my hand, stamped with my seal that a smith managed to replicate for me. Take this to my father so that he knows what is going on and to trust it.”

“Yes, our queen.” We declared with a playful smirk and Nasuada rolled her eyes with a playful slap on our armored bicep.

“Don’t joke. Aside from my husband or other Riders in positions of power, the Rider Order you helped create doesn’t answer to government authority to prevent nations from raising armies of Dragon Riders to fight against one another. You’re meant to be peacekeepers, not servants to crowns or nations.” Nasuada reminded us and we shrugged.

“Well, when you’re best friends with a queen, she can call on you whenever, so that point is kinda moot. Good luck, Nasuada, we’ll be rejoining the Varden.” We gave a campy salute before our horn flashed and several shouts of surprise met our ears. “We’re home~!”

“Don’t do that!” Kala snarled at us in anger and punched us in the bicep. “I thought we were being attacked!” Kala shouted as Katrina peered up over the kitchen island she’d ducked behind and Pinkie was just beaming at us happily.

“Not sorry, but we’ve been away from you for twenty years, we need to breed~!” We whined, letting our body’s urges assault us and Kala slapped a sticker or something on our cheek. Hey! The breeding urge is gone! “Wow, thanks. What is this?”

“Hormone patch. You’re seriously flooded with ‘fuck me’ hormones and putting out matching pheromones. By aunt Wiatr, you’ve made me sprout a boner so fucking fast I thought it might rip off of me.” Kala huffed as she rubbed the groin of her jeans. “So, what’s this about being gone for two decades?”

“They played surrogate for a long-duration species that has a unique backwards way of gestation in an alternate dimension where time was irrelevant to here!” Pinkie succinctly summarized and we pointed at her with a nod.

“What? Twenty years? Oh, come here.” Katrina mewled and hurried in her approach, which we gratefully reciprocated with a hug and nuzzles. It’s been so long. “Thank gosh we’re all ageless and 20 years is just a measure of time.”

“Trust us, it’s much longer when you’re in isolation, stuck in a cursed castle on top of a cursed mountain with idiots flocking to the curse to die to it. Seriously. Why are there so many idiots?” We huffed and vented a bit. At least their deaths were worth something. They were the only source of news on things going on beyond the mountain, as well as food we didn’t have to get delivered by Draconequus Dine-Out Delivery™. Good smoked jerky was our favorite.

“I’d like it if we could all get to the hot sex and fetishy impregnations and inflations, but don’t you have something important to do?” Pinkie interrupted and we whined before breaking the hug with Kat.

“Yes. We need to give Ajihad a letter from Nasuada about what’s going on at her end and her plans. As soon as we’re done with that, we’ll come right back and enjoy each other.” We declared with full intent on following through. It’s been so long~!

“Hold up. Why are you fused?” Kala demanded and we winced. “Nuh-uh! I married two gals, not one! Split!” We mewled and did so. Again the feeling of being incomplete assaulted us, but Kala got between us. “Rora, you go deal with business. Babe, you’re staying here.”

“But-.” I was interrupted by Kala pinching my jaw shut with her left hand clasping over the end of my snout with a glare.

“Stay.” Kala ordered and I wilted with resignation that I couldn’t just go with Rora and become Shimora for a bit longer. I could feel Rora’s longing too, but she had the strength to force herself to leave while I whimpered like a sad puppy at the front door. “Aunt Wiatr has it worse. She’s essentially a singular entity composed of four pieces rather than four people in unison. You two need to remember you’re individuals, not just parts of a whole like she’s forgotten.”

“Like Kala said, we all married the two of you.” Katrina reinforced as she and Pinkie neared.

“Well, technically as Shimora you’re still two-in-one, but the math is all goofy.” Pinkie began counting her fingers with an exaggeratedly focused expression that made me snort. “Anyway, you need to be Shimmy More than Shimora needs to Rora.” Oh my gosh those puns hurt!

“Please don’t stretch the puns that much, Pinkie.” Katrina pleaded and I silently nodded along with Kala while Pinkie pouted playfully. “Anyway, so what all did you get up to for 20 years?”

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It was so hard not to creep on Rora and ride her senses and instead focus on recanting the boring yet beneficial two decades we’d spent at Coldstone Castle. I mean, we did a lot. We rebuilt the whole castle from the flagstones up with might and magic, the former mostly for moving the stone and the latter for reshaping and cementing them together.

We even retrieved sand under the permafrost to turn into double-paned glass windows in addition to the grass-fiber insulation we put behind the interior plaster. Not too many people realize that castle interiors weren’t always bare stone. Then there was the rest of the weather proofing, making Coldstone ironically much warmer inside than most castles would be. Especially because of the central heating system. It was still woodfired, but effective.

We even wove tapestries, draperies and carpets. I may or may not have convinced Rora to help me try to recreate Hogwarts a bit in the heraldry and dyes. Boy would our daughter possibly be in for a nerdy awakening…

Our daughter.

It was heartbreaking to tell them that even though we had her in our womb for two decades, we never got to meet her, not really. Leaving her asleep without ever seeing us felt wrong, but according to the Time Squad it was important that she begin her journey on her own volition, not be led on by someone. Still, we left her our Token so that if she decides she wants to, she can call. We also left a letter under it for her to understand the situation a bit, Alberta approved at least that much.

“So yeah, anyway, Rora and I have a lot of skills and such developed from our isolation.” I summarized with a nod and Kala scoffed.

“Well? What about the treasure filling the basement levels of the place? Did you do anything with that since you couldn’t claim it?” Kala demanded incredulously and I blushed.

“Well...we did roleplay as a bored dragoness on her hoard playing with hapless intruders and using them as sex toys.” I admitted sheepishly. “I mean, we couldn’t take any of it. The Enervation Curse on the treasure was explicitly targeted at people who wanted to take it from the castle who weren’t born there. We had no such wishes because we didn’t need or want it.”

“Oo~! Little Saphy was born there! That means all that treasure is her’s!” Pinkie realized and I nodded slyly. That place was where she was going to be dropped initially, but the original Displacer clearly didn’t account for the unique quirks of how dragons in that dimension work. Thank gosh the Empire’s aptly named Displacement Bureau detected the folly and intervened.

I was a bit annoyed when I found out about that tidbit, but at least they do what they can since they can’t stop the Displacers. Then there’s the fact that the Chaos Trinity, Discord’s first born triplets and one of which is my mom, happen to be rather proliferant Displacers themselves. “So your daughter is rolling in dough for the start of her adventure. Better than how we started.” Katrina commented well-meaningly and I sighed in the relief at having given such a good start.

“I don’t know about that. I’d rather have someone there to guide me like you guys got from old Brom.” Kala rebutted while gently rubbing the back of my left hand with a thumb. The shared nervous/worried tick helped calm us both. “Well, considering how jacked up you two are on the ‘gotta breed’ or ‘need a belly pet’ mode, I don’t think it’s a good idea to indulge you right now.”

“I...okay.” I don’t like this, but she’s right. I don’t want to become obsessed with either being pregnant or having someone inside my womb like my daughter likely is going to have to deal with. Thankfully she got the navel/nipple treatment right away because of how rampantly horny female dragons in that dimension apparently are due to their disturbing infertility.

“I’m back. Thanks for not getting down and dirty or I’d have come rushing back faster than I did. We’re moving on Dras-Leona starting tomorrow since enough boats have been made and the carriages have been converted.” Rora said the instant she entered and beelined for me. I eagerly tried to intercept her, but our wives got between us, Kala with hands on both of our left boobs, Pinkie holding my shoulders and Katrina holding Rora’s. “C’mon! I need her!”

“No! You sound like an addict! You two are gonna spend the night split up and being yourselves even if I have to get Colette and Cloud to sit on you!” Kala snarled and I shared a desperate and longing look with my Rider/wife/other-half.

“Well, I need Rora for a bit.” My aunt Eris, the serpentine one, said from thin air before she wrapped around my other half. “She’ll be back in a moment condensed from 200 years.”

“No~!” I shrieked desperately, horrified at being split off from her for even a moment, the terror Rora felt at the concept made it clear she’d go insane if she had to live without me! “Auntie please! Don’t you know what that does to Dragon Riders?!”

“Oh yes, I was just distracting these three so I could get my tail around to you.” Eris cheekily winked and I felt her tail poke my butt before Rora and I were tumbling down another dimensional wormhole.

“Eugh~! Gonna barf!” I wailed before upchucking rainbows and confetti. “What the fuck?!” I may be Chaos but-whoa~! I feel super weird~! Like I’m made out of jelly!

“What’s going on~?!” Rora panicked as my alicorn wife fought against the tides of space and time in futility, her swirly eyes spinning rapidly like mine must be.

“These collars will help you two stay separate by blocking the compulsion to fuse. You can still fuse, but it isn’t healthy to stay fused forever.” Eris said before she slapped matching black collars on our necks, replacing my old one. “Now then, ahem. Please hold on to your designated life partner. Or don’t. You might perma-fuse if you’re in close contact for this one. The dimension we’re dropping you in is rather screwy on physics.”

“Why?!” I groaned as I fearfully watched Rora ripple like she was a surface of fluid.

“Because you’re the best suited agents we have for this situation. Yes, you’re agents, you have 20 years of backpay already waiting for you whenever you move to our dimension or we get more established in yours. Now then, get ready to fly! We’re dropping you in from the sky because there’s no large bodies of water close enough to your objective to dump you.” Aunt Eris informed us before the swirling technicolour wormhole ended and blinding sunlight met us as we plummeted from above the clouds.

“Honey, the in-laws kinda need to stop dragging us into things!” Rora complained and I sent back feelings of agreement before we used our wings to turn the freefall into a dive.