New Legacy

Ch.6

Eragon was not happy to say the least. Saphira told me he was incandescently furious at Brom for not telling him that he was his father before, but he was willing to put it aside save for the fact that Brom didn’t tell Garrow.

I could see why. Garrow, for all intents and purposes, was Eragon’s dad. Not his sire or father, his dad. The distinction between those terms was important. Garrow was the one who raised him, taught him, loved him. For Garrow not to be told was practically an insult. Saphira further informed me that Eragon felt ill at the idea that he’d left his dad for the man who could have been such if he’d at least approached him before.

Thankfully, Roran was here to keep his hot-headed cousin/brother from going off the rails. Those rails being our current destination of Daret, a small town south of the sacked Yazuac that hopefully hadn’t met a similar fate. “Sister, I have no idea how to console Eragon. Do you have any tips?” Saphira called to me, since we would be flying with our beloved Riders while Katrina and Elric rode on Alden and Cadoc below.

“Well, I didn't know my father either. He left my mom and I when I was two, but he never came back and mom never found someone else.” I told her, unsure since I had no similar experience to relate with. The fact that Brom ventured southeast to Gil’ead to save Arya with my foreknowledge meant he wasn’t around to help Eragon adjust to the new reality.

The reason he split off now instead of at Daret was because there were no above-ground water sources between Daret and Gil’ead, so he was forced to follow the Ninor river to Lake Isentar. That also meant he would have to take a risky journey south along the Ramr river before following a tributary of it west so he and Arya would have enough water to traverse the plains between the end of the river and Woadark Lake at speed. Or at least that was the plan.

“I am even less fortunate. I do not even know who my mother and sire are.” Saphira lamented to me and I reached out to her with my emotions, to let her know I am here for her. It was times like this that reminded me that while I had the gifts of foreknowledge and prior life experience, Saphira was still having to do everything from scratch. At least I’m here to help her along.

She wasn’t helping herself or Eragon by sectioning her emotions away from him and letting him stew like this. Roran and I share nearly everything. Even now with him otherwise feeling peace and tranquility, he felt my every emotion and was a soothing balm on painful old memories. However, I couldn’t tell her how to handle her connection to Eragon. If she wanted him to grow without too much interference from her, that was her choice.

At least with me around she behaves less like a mother hen and more like an older sibling. “Shimmer, I know it’s still half a day’s journey south, but I think I can see Daret on the horizon.” Roran’s input brought my attention away from our emotional troubles and I focused my keen draconic vision on the horizon, linking deeper with Roran and allowing him access to my sight.

The fact we’ve achieved this without Roran needing to utter the spell was a thing of pride I held over my big sister, who was more into the physical aspects of things, leaving Eragon to muddle over the sparse magic lessons Brom had provided on the trip up to the point we had to split the party.

Indeed, there was a village on the horizon, but it was surrounded by a wall of hastily assembled timbers, carts, doors, I think there’s even a few houses repurposed as parts of said wall. “It would seem Garrow’s hearsay about yak attacks in the northern territories weren’t just him speaking out of his backside. Yazuac was proof enough, now Daret has become a ramshackle fort.”

The main differences between Therinsford and Carvahall was unlike Yazuac and Daret, they were nestled next to mountains and further north. The past two villages were open on the plains and lacked the available lumber to construct a proper palisade like we had for Carvahall. “What do you see?” Eragon questioned us and I shook my vision out of telescopic mode to focus more on the general surroundings again.

“It would seem Daret has had its share of troubles of late. They’ve constructed a hasty barrier around the village. Perhaps they too have suffered raids from the yaks. We’ll inform Katrina and Elric when we camp for the night.” Roran informed his cousin/brother and Saphira, so I turned my thoughts on to other things.

Like why Roran’s memories insist that Katrina tastes like apples. Carvahall doesn’t have apples.

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The next day, Saphira and I had to land before midday since we were nearing Daret. We returned to our anthro forms with a bit of reluctance, but I was quite pleased to find that our time in our birth forms had allowed us to mature a bit more. I now had CC-cups! Yay~! I’m almost able to call myself busty! Although...I looked over at Saphira as she pulled on her tunic, pressing her E-cups against the shirt with a huff and an annoyed grope to adjust them. No fair~!

“Don’t worry so much about it, Shimmer. Females as buxom as I and Saphira are not the norm.” Katrina consoled me, having easily caught on to my bust-envy. “Besides, so long as you do not get much larger, you’ll have an easier time of it with martial matters. I’m using a hatchet because most of the forms involve movements that stay to one side.” Katrina hefted her own E-cups for emphasis on the small watermelons on her chest, which only made it worse~!

I hope I’m not stuck with grapefruits after looking forward to surpassing oranges~! I’d settle for the cantaloupes of a D-cup~! “Don’t mind her. She’s just a pervert.” Roran smirked and I pouted at him. It’s not my fault I have homosexual feelings for Katrina because someone has hetero hard for her! “That all aside, be ready. We’ll be polite and shout for a response before entry.”

“Better than just barging in.” I muttered, wondering why Brom would have allowed him and Eragon to just trot into an obvious trap like that in canon.

“Ah, the feminine form.” Elric chuckled as he walked towards the village, pulling out bottles that he proceeded to chug. “My goddesses are quite the examples if you couldn’t tell from my resurrection shrine.” Said portable shrine was in his pack on Cadoc’s saddle.

“Are you going to get drunk?” Eragon asked before the male rat’s form changed to that of a female in the armor. “W-what magic was that?! Bottled magic?” Eragon asked in awe and he circled Elric, or Elrina, to get a closer look at the armored woman. “How is that possible? From what Brom explained, alchemy is a mystical and unknown art only spiritualists and witches have at their disposal.”

“Well, the official and approved gender-bender potion was developed by a shamaness, so that sounds about right.” She replied as she shifted her oddly malleable armor, which was changing to better fit her slightly shorter and curvier frame. “I change my gender like I change my clothes, it’s all about my mood.”

“Then why now?” Saphira questioned the Undead dimension-traveller, who pulled off her helmet to reveal lustrous blond fur and a mohawk of black hair with dangerous red eyes. She then casually unclasped her cuirass and massive baps practically launched her breastplate off! Holy fuck~! I was practically drooling at the sight of those glorious gigantic gazongas~!

“They’re still covered and you’re all stunned speechless!” Elrina tittered as she patted the sides of her impossibly huge hooters that easily rivaled basketballs! Do they even have a cup-size for those?! Her spine should’ve snapped, but oh gosh they’re so big and bouncy and-hnng~! Why are all the women around me so much bustier than me~?! “I’m guessing you don’t have hypers here?”

“Hyp-wha?” Roran dumbly asked and I helped Katrina shake him back to his senses. His brain had gone to the bountiful bust bouncing before us so deeply I almost dove into his mind to fish him from the nirvana of boobies that I had almost fallen into as well if not for my bust envy.

“No, Katrina and Saphira are considered quite large by this place’s standards.” I informed the dimensional traveler. Elrina smirked deviously before she pulled the front of her gambeson forward and began to...stuff her armor into her cleavage, which enveloped and vanished everything like the crevice of her tantalizing tits were a ‘bag of holding’. “What the…?”

“People from my home dimension have a magic passive Inventory Space linked to a female’s cleavage or male’s pelvis-covering garment. Herms get both, like the other things they get both of.” After Elrina had finished stowing her armor, she pulled and rolled parts of her gambeson under-armor and shockingly looked like an anthro rat-woman just wearing a patterned T-shirt and pants accompanying hardy leather boots. What sorcery is that?

“That still did not answer my question.” Saphira reminded her and Elrina rolled her eyes.

“I get the feeling this world is ass-backwards with feudalism, gender and race inequality, all of that?” Elrina questioned and I nodded. “Well, do you think they’ll be put on guard more by a male in full armor, or by a hyper-busty beauty accompanying two cute boys and three other sexy ladies?” El winked at us and I fidgeted, my core feeling warm and my eyes barely able to avoid staring at her rack. Guh~! Curse my original bisexuality compounded by my link to Roran!

“That’s...quite devious.” Eragon managed to comment, but he was unable to take his eyes off the sexy sight below the beautiful rat’s face. “Uh...lead the way then?” When Elrina did so, I felt doubly envious. She has ‘dat ass’! You know the one! The one that’s out to there and pow y’know?! Sir Mixalot would play drums on it! Wait, we’re all just following the sexy, what were we doing?

“Hey~! This fortification looks slipshot and panicked, is anyone alive before we risk entry?!” Elrina shouted, her voice cracking with cute mousy squeaks at times from her raised voice.

“Who goes there?!” A stallion shouted from the other side of the wall as a cart laden with crates squealed and clattered into place to cover the gap in the hastily-erected wall. I knew it was a trap beforehand, but it still felt good to have it vindicated.

“We’re travelers on the way to Teirm. Is this not Daret?” Roran managed to gather himself the moment civil discourse was initiated. Roran responded quickly to tense situations like this.

“Yes it be, travelers, but we don’t have enough food or other goods to spare on the long journey across the plains. I know it is much longer, but mayhaps you’d best turn back and travel Gil’ead way to follow the river for a less perilous journey.” The stallion’s suggestion, while sensible in form, wouldn’t be wise considering we’re automatic fugitives from the Empire.

Gil’ead is in fact the Empire’s most militarily powerful city north of the capital due to it being a barrier between Du Weldenvarden and the Empire proper. Ceunon was second despite it being further north, because the King didn’t care about the citizens further north than Gil’ead, even with the valuable and fertile farming villages scattered. It was why the King had-.

“Yaks. You’ve been besieged by yaks.” I spoke up, my brain remembering a somewhat esoteric fact; that Galbatorix, Sombra locally, had bound the Urgals, Yaks locally, to raid and slaughter the villages in the north because of civil unrest and to prevent them from siding with the Varden.

“Y-yes! How do you know?” The stallion asked warily and Katrina gulped down her sick.

“Yazuac is gone. Every stallion, mare and ch-child were slaughtered to the last, their homes raided and then their bodies left in a pile in the center of the village.” Eragon replied uneasily, the stallion on the other side of the wall cussed up a storm. “We gave them a sky burial, it was the least we could do for the poor souls.”

“Aside from killing the last two yak stragglers.” Elrina added on and sighed. “Well, even if we can’t fully stock up here, the river continues south a good trip before it bends east. If we fill our waterskins to the brim then, we should be able to make it to Woadark Lake before we run dry.” I blinked at her rather knowledgeable recanting of the local geography. I did notice her reading on boarback, but wow, she absorbed that knowledge quickly.

“I’m sorry, but you know our own plight to be dire. Here.” He grunted and over the wall came an extra large empty waterskin. “Hopefully you won’t even need it. Spread our plight far and wide. Let everyone know the great Empire can’t even protect its own citizens.”

“Gladly.” Katrina snorted and picked up the waterskin, before she buddied up with Roran and I on Alden while Eragon and Saphira got to ride behind Elrina, since with a rack like that, there was no hope of her riding behind them on the already crowded long saddle.

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“We are to cross that?” Eragon asked skeptically after he flew down from high in the sky, having taken a bird’s eye view of the plains to get an idea of where we were heading. “It’s so vast and empty, I could barely tell which way was the way we came from. Grass as far as the eye could see. I almost didn’t see the mountains of the Spine to the west.”

“If it would be less daunting, we could head straight west to Fläm Lake. It would cut the distance we’d have to ride straight without water by maybe a fifth, but that’s one fifth the distance on strictly rationed water.” Katrina suggested as she pointed at the map, but alarm bells rang in my head that made Roran perk up hard.

“No! That’s Yak territory!” My outburst caused everyone to flinch and I felt my face warm up, my tail flicking behind me. “Um, well. It could be. I know for a fact that Yaks live up in the Spine. They’re the majority of the reason nopony survives going there. Not because of terrain or wild beasts, but because the yaks have claimed the mountains as their homes.”

“Then we’re lucky they even let us pass through the roads to the shore.” Roran commented darkly and I nodded in grim agreement. I don’t have proof, but I think the only reason they don’t constantly raid the road connecting Teirm is that Durza or Sombra have the yaks honorbound or something to not assault those roads.

“Then we shall head across the plains as planned.” Saphira began stripping down and I followed in getting nude before we both sighed in relief and stretched our birth bodies, then waited for our Riders to put on our saddles. “With most of us in the sky, we’ll be able to avoid going in the wrong direction.”

“Good thing then. I guess it’s just us on the ground again.” Elrina smiled at Katrina, who meekly smiled back. The gender-swapping rat made us all uneasy in one way or another, but she’d spent most of the time the past few days of travel along the river with Katrina while we dragons and Riders flew above in overwatch and to continue our flight practice.

It was good that the plains still had roving wild herd animals like sheep and bison for Saphira and I to feast on, or we’d be starving from all the time spent in our true forms. Katrina and Eragon also appreciated us trying to keep the bodies as intact as possible so they could skin and butcher them in the evenings respectively. “Please do not harass Katrina.” I requested, knowing it was likely pointless.

“I can’t promise anything~.” Elrina lilted and I snorted smoke in displeasure at my mate-I mean, Roran’s future mate being bothered by the rat. Wow, I need to watch the emotion bleed from Roran more closely.

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The journey across the plains was boring and tedious. Fly/ride from sunrise to sunset, ration water for us all, have a protein-rich dinner courtesy of Saphira and I with Katrina doing the cooking. Rinse, repeat. Ugh. I officially hate traveling across plains. It’s so damn boring.

It was...maybe a week? I think maybe a week of constant travel before we finally reached the pass through the Spine, the Toark River as consequence. Oh sweet, crisp, cool fresh water. I was sick of drinking from waterskins after a week of doing it! Carvahall and the rest of the journey before the rough ride across the plains had readily available river water!

No wonder there’s no settlements out there! It’s like a desert, but with grass! “Careful, if you drink much more you’ll become more water than dragon.” Roran teased me and I brought my head up from the river, swallowing my last gratuitous amount of crisp nirvana.

“Do not begrudge me the simple pleasures, Roran. Were you not so dignified, you would have driven your face into those crisp clean waters too.” I playfully replied while eyeing big sis Saphira doing much as I did, chugging water gleefully after a week of subsistence on minimal water while not even sleeping in our anthro bodies. I think we’ve both grown quite a bit the past week from all the rich protein and exercise.

“At least we can stop stressing about water. Now that it isn’t an issue, we can get back to training.” Roran reminded me and I chuffed in displeasure. Of course, my beloved Rider was dutiful almost to a fault. Damn it if I don’t love him for it though.

“Gee, thanks. I’ll pass on that. I need to adjust to being, well, a dragon. I can’t be expected to be graceful when I spend so much time as a tiny humanoid instead of as my big beautiful self.” I playfully said and Roran rolled his eyes, his feelings of fondness tingling in my hindbrain.

“That’s a good point, Roran. We didn’t get to practice on the plains with us conserving water, let’s hurry to reach Woadark Lake so we can make camp on the shore opposite the road and prepare to await Brom.” Eragon said with audible dislike, still upset with Brom, but having had plenty of time thus far to lessen in severity.

After this rest stop, the trip from the bend in the river to Woadark Lake was only a few hours at our usual cantering pace. We set down camp on the southern shore of the lake before evening and then the boys and Katrina got to training, getting pointers from Elrina, surprisingly. We’d asked earlier in the journey why she didn’t change back. Her answer was that being her female self was hilariously distracting for us, so she was going to stay this way until we could stop ogling her so heavily.

The fact she was average among the elites of her dimension’s society was mind-boggling. She even explained there were women with tits the size of beach balls, yoga balls, giantesses with-! “Shimmer, your brain is pouring into your pelvis again.” Roran warned me and I huffed, turning away from the group to lazily relax on a nice soft patch of cool mountain grass.

“Sorry if I have an appreciation for giant bosoms.” I didn’t even know I had a hyper-breast fetish until that rat woman’s sexy chest burst out of her breastplate. I thought I was firmly seated slightly on the hetero side of the sexuality fence, but now I’ve smashed through it and I’m laying dazed halfway through on either side.

It also didn’t help that since this trip began, there has not been a single moment of privacy for me to...work the edge off. I’m a simmering pot of heady urges in need of release and I’m kinda...you know what? I’m gonna go find someplace to do just that. Roran blushed, clearly knowing what I was up to, but I fully accepted and even liked that as I walked into the forest, surveying for risks such as predators or poisonous critters.

Once alone, I transformed into my anthro state and quickly began groping myself, my tail worming between my thighs as I gasped and panted on the ground. I deeply wished I could have Roran, or Katrina help me with this, but I’m not part of their intimacy.

I gasped when my tail parted my sex and moaned before I suckled on my left nip.

I was so much in need of release, I didn’t notice until morning that I had D-cups now.