Chapter 38 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Ellaria acquires a dress that synergises with her own beauty in a sexual feedback loop. Magic Mog march off along with the Hammer Horns to receive their medals from Lady Alexandria. Ellaria, not quite realizing how powerful the combo of herself and the dress was, dons it when she steps up onto stage. Bedlam ensues and Lady Alexandria abducts Fey when she catches her scent, taking her to her palace to scratch a sexual itch. Not quite realising how powerful Fey was the dragoness is forced into her true form and then overwhelmed.

Now, chapter 38:

Fey slowly returned to consciousness, although very reluctantly. Half heartedly trying to return to sleep she snuggled up against something hot, slippery, and throbbing, pressed against her face and mouth, an incredibly comfortable pillow. Comfortable, but unusual.

She cracked an eye as she tried to vaguely understand what the large pink surface she was using as a pillow actually was. The thing was surprisingly rigid, like it was swollen, and a deep vibration would occasionally run through it, like that of a vast heart.

“Whu…” she murmured.

She placed her hands against it and lifted her head up, strands of clear fluid connecting her face and cheek to its surface, her blonde hair sticking to its surface before being peeled away.

Her pillow was a huge pink clitoris, the size of a melon, gently throbbing and pulsing.

Surprised, Fey jerked backwards, then had to grab hold of the clit to stop from falling as she realised that she was above the ground, far above the ground, and slumped over an enormous person sized pussy.

“L-Lady Alexandria?!?!”

She looked over her shoulder. Two building sized thighs led away either side, going through the walls of the hall and into some other room of the mansion, along with a huge tail, rubble and pillows filled the space between her thighs, along with lakes of clear fluid.

Fey reluctantly realised she was looking at lakes of the dragoness’s girl cum. That would also explain the thick heavy white fog that hung in the air, the hot fluid was steaming cheerfully.

In fact the fog was so thick that Fey could taste it on her tongue, a heated tangy hormonal mix that flushed her cheeks and caused her groin to stir. The air itself seemed to be screaming: ‘fucking breed meeee!’

She licked her lips and swallowed.

Maybe it would be a good idea if she were to get out of here, such an intense hormonal fog could only lead to bad things.

She glanced ahead and found a curved cream wall. Looking up she realised it wasn't a wall, but a vast dome of dragon tummy, a cum belly that blocked sight of the rest of the dragoness, and the rest of the hall for that matter.

Okay, maybe it would be an extremely good idea for her to get out of here.

Being the target of a furious dragoness when she woke did not sound like the best of times in her honest opinion. A dragoness that was nine foot tall was one thing, a dragoness in her true form was entirely another. She could be crushed to death under one of Alexandria’s toes for gods sake!

She wiggled her hips and found she was able to pull back a little, the intense grip of the dragoness’s pussy loosening slightly in her unconscious state. Fey bit her lip, grabbed hold of the giant clit for leverage and slowly eased her hips back, hooves clutching at the soft giving puffiness of the giant muff around the immense labia.

Bit by bit her dick was freed to the air, inch by inch, until she was half way out, sloppy wet cock drying in the air.

She prepared to pull the last of it free in one go but then suddenly the dragoness’s pussy twitched, her clit jerking, and Fey found her grip slipping from the slippery thing, fingers desperately clawing at its slick surface to no avail.

She cried out as she fell, peeling away from the giant pussy top to bottom, first her upper body and breasts then horse chest, then back legs and hips. She fell away, limbs flailing, cock ripping out in one sudden rush and slapping against her barrel.

She landed with a crash on a cart sized pillow below, the breath knocked out of her from the Impact, mouth opening wide. Which was unfortunate, as a waterfall of her own cum abruptly poured from the twitching dragoness’s pussy and she was doused entirely in a solid column of thick heavy white.

She suddenly found she couldn't breathe!

Choking and flailing she struggled on the pillow. Everything was cum, everything, she was covered fully, and worse she could somehow feel it wriggling against her skin. It got everywhere, in her eyes, her mouth. She fought free as the deluge petered off, rolling onto her front and struggling to her feet.

She wiped cum away from her face and eyes, and drew in great desperate heaving breaths, both chests expanding and contracting.

She was standing on a giant cum covered pillow amongst a lake of cum dotted by islands of pillows.

The cloudy feminine fluid between the dragoness’s thighs had been replaced with viscous horse cum.

Extremely… active horse cum.

Fey blinked and held up her forearm. The cum looked just like normal horse cum. But now that it was on her skin she could feel it moving, wriggling on a tiny level, the blobs of viscousness trying to slowly crawl across her arm. Her blouse was plastered to her breasts and made semi transparent with cum, the colour of her skin and nipples visible through the soaked white fabric, blobs of cum oozing over the cotton, intrigued by her nipples.

A sensation on her rear made her blink and she realised with mounting dismay that the cum was actually looking for a womb, the very large problem with that was that SHE had a womb.

Her labia was tickled and then thrust against as the horse cum slathered on her rear started to part her puss, then accelerating spread her more and more as it slowly oozed inside. Filling the space with white and then schlucking deeper, aiming for her cervix.

All of the cum on her horse half was making its way toward her pussy now and Fey yelped in dismay and flapped her tail madly, swinging it back and forth and whipping it against her puss.

Fortunately, it seemed to work, the cum was flung away, splattering against the pools of horse cum around her and protecting her vulnerable flower from being penetrated by rudely aggressive horse cum.

But she couldn't get at the stuff already inside of herself and could only let out a little shivery keen as she felt the cum penetrate her cervix and enter her womb, a hot little spot in her belly.

“I- I can't impregnate myself, r-right?” she whispered in worry.

That was a troubling thought. Could she become her own brood mother?

But deciding that she couldn't do anything about it for the moment she dropped the thought and stepped down from the pillow.

Time to escape.

The cum lake wasn't as deep as it appeared, only coming up to her knees. She looked down in dismay seeing the thick viscous white stuff latch onto her back legs and begin to slowly climb.

“G-get b-back, down! Bad spermies! I’m not meant for you!”

The sperm ignored her, and she was forced to swipe away any cum that approached her puss, her outsized strength allowing her to easily strike away the aggressive semen with great sweeps of her tail.

Tail flapping hard she began to make her way through the swamp of cum and fog and pillows.

She really needed to get out of here.

The fog limited how far she could see but eventually she came across an exit from the great hall. A wall partially destroyed by the dragoness’s leg, punching through into the rooms beyond.

There she found a dining hall, one fitting in size for a palace.

Of course either end of the hall had been blocked by rubble, a massive purple scaled thigh visible through the hormonal fog at the end she had emerged into.

Moaning was coming from nearby and Fey stepped back so as not to be seen.

The cum lake didn't hesitate though and oozed forward, spilling into the dining hall in a cummy wave.

A pair of human maids were flopped over a giant pillow, their maid uniforms hiked up and dishevelled, rising over their hips in a rumpled mess, their fingers plunging in and out of each other's snatches as they kissed and groped at each other in desperate desire.

Fey felt her length twitch and stir at the sight. The girls had clearly been affected by the disaster level sex she and Alexandria had engaged in and been put into a state of extreme arousal.

In fact she thought she recognised one of them, the maid that had fallen into lady Alexandria’s cleavage, a pair of cat panties around her ankles. This maid was blonde, like Fey, the other a redhead with sky blue eyes. Both were human.

She was about to step out and ask how the heck she could get out of the palace when she noticed that the slow ooze of horse cum had reached the girls and had started to climb the pillow.

She watched with her brow raised, lips parted in concern as the cum rolled up, latching onto their spread thighs swallowing their skin and then heading inward, two fat rivulets of horse cum aiming for their muffs from the pool rapidly forming around the pillow below.

The girls didn't take notice at first, so engrossed in fingering each other, but then the cum slipped by their digits and pushed into their pussies and their frantic masturbation became decidedly more wet, each knuckle deep thrust producing splashes of cum and wet schlurking queefing sounds, the cum acting as a messy lubricant.

The two girls pulled away from kissing and looked down in surprise, seeing the stream of cum slowly penetrating them as they continued to masturbate each other.

They followed the white back, down from the pillow where it was pooling on the floor and back to the hole in the wall where Fey was peaking through. Fey bit her lip and raised a nervous hand.

“Uh-Uhm h-hi?”

“It's her!”

“No, really? How many centaurs with cocks and covered in cum have you seen before?”

“Hey no need to be such a bitch Nicole, I’m the one helping you get off you know. I could just stop.”

“Don't you dare, I feel like I'm going to die this need is so intolerable.” The red head called Nicole turned to Fey. “In fact I think this calls for desperate measures.”

“Hey- h-hey! You can't be saying what I think you're saying, she belongs to Lady Alexandria!”

“Belongs?” said Fey, “No, not exactly. I don't belong to anyone let alone that giant freaking military obsessed dragoness!”

The two maids blinked in surprise as more cum oozed into their pussies, filling their passages with horse cum. They didn't seem to mind.

“Still!” said the blonde.

“You have no idea how much I need a fat fucking cock right now Katty. I feel like my body is on fire and this cum is only making it worse, I can feel it freaking wriggling around inside of me!... I- I need dick, I need horse dick.”

“B-but!

“Don't even start! I know you’re as heated as I am, I can feel your insides squeezing down on my fingers every time I say the word horse… cock.”

The other maid let out a little sound and her thighs drew together slightly. The cum continued to ooze into her.

“See!”

“Th-that's just a coincidence!”

“I can totally feel you trembling, look maybe we can just take a small little look, a taste of her?”

The red head called Nicole pulled her knuckle deep digits free from Katty with a spattering of cum and fem lube, Katty gave her an offended look, clearly unhappy to be empty.

Nicole tried to push away some of the cum oozing up her stockings, but after a moment she gave up and stood from the pillow, her frilly maid’s skirt falling to two thirds down her thighs.

Cum continued to ooze up her stockings.

Fey couldn't help herself, the sight was incredibly enticing.

She took a step forward.

So did Nicole.

They drew closer, desire thick in the air, or maybe that was the hormonal fog.

Their eyes locked together as Nicole approached then circled. Fey watched her as she stepped up to her side, up to her barrel, and then leaned down to see what was beneath.

Her cock was waiting. A brutal slab of horse dick patterned with finger thick veins near the base and finer nearer the tip, a fat medial ring part way, the tip flat and nobbled, evolved to scrape and stimulate a mare's insides as much as possible, to drive her beyond wild.

Nicole’s hand hesitantly alighted on it and the massive length bucked, slamming up hard against Fey’s cum covered barrel. Horse cum splattered in every direction, droplets of white spraying up the maids front and over her face and hair.

She laughed in delight.

“Uhm, if you don't mind me asking, why are you so, erm, productive?” said Katty. The maid had struggled up from the pillow and was busy pulling her cat panties up. She seated them in place and a gush of horse cum was pushed around the fabric to spatter to the puddled floor below while the remainder was sealed inside her puss.

“I- I’m not It’s just- It’s just-”

Images flicked across Fey's mind of the cause of her current excess of production.

Ellaria.

Ellaria in the Dress.

Barefoot, light fabric flitting around her gorgeous thighs, nipples pressing against cloth, swooping cleavage that would make a goddess violently jealous.

The imagery hit her like a brick to the face and she gasped, desperately trying to repress the memory. But it was of course, too late, her cock became twice as rigid and slap-slap-slapped against her barrel, precum spraying from the tip in long powerful bursts of clear fluid. Her balls already swelling. They had shrunk a lot after filling the dragoness, reduced down to the size of watermelons each, now they were rapidly filling again, their surface becoming taut as they grew, creeping down her back legs as they put on more and more mass, inch after inch.

Just imagining Ellaria in the Dress was now a dangerous prospect.

Poor Katty who was standing in front of her was front and centre for her production and she was instantly doused in buckets and buckets of cloudy slightly sticky precum, her dress quickly becoming soaked to the skin. She raised her arms to try keep the deluge back but it was too much, precum geysered around her hands and sprayed up into her face, only barely slowing it, masses of fluid going in her hair, her mouth.

Katty gasped aloud and stumbled aside, falling out of the line of fire and allowing precum to be sprayed across the dining room, up the wall, darkening the wallpaper, and spraying across the long dining table, knocking plates and cutlery and candelabras off the table to smash to the marble floor below.

Fey keened and mauled at her blouse covered breasts, trying to forget, trying to get Ellaria out of her head.

It wasn't enough and her rear bucked and thrust into Nicole’s hands desperate for relief, desperate to be sunk into a needy sloppy pussy.

She turned on Katty who had stumbled away and was trying to wipe precum out of her eyes.

The maid’s dress was nothing like Ellaria’s but the bouncy flitty thigh length skirt had the same look. She would do.

She took a step toward her.

But then came a voice.

“Just what in the hell do you think you are doing? Do you think this is a time for leisure girls? The palace is in crisis!”

Fey turned to see a large breasted woman in high heels storming into the dining room. She wore a maids uniform like Katty and Nicole but the skirt on hers was much longer, reaching down to her ankles where a pair of six inch high heels could be seen. Interestingly she had a pair of nose plugs inserted into her nostrils, clearly suspicious of the fog that hung around the palace, perhaps wisely.

Her black hair was done up in a bun and tied with a black bow. The woman exuded authority and severity which was only emphasised by her great height, easily over seven foot tall with the heels. Despite being over a foot taller Fey somehow felt like she was beneath the woman, imperious was an understatement.

Behind her came a meek looking group of regular maids, their shoulders hunched, trying not to attract attention.

The imperious woman adjusted her red framed glasses. She had a small beauty mark on her cheekbone.

“What do you expect us to do? This place looks like a battlefield!” said Katty, waving her arms around as if to gesture at the mess.

“I expect you.” said the head maid taking a step, her heels clicking against the marble. “To. Do. Your. Job. That means cleaning the palace top to bottom before Lady Alexandria awakens. Do you want to face her wrath when she finds out that her expensive and well paid labour force has left her property a dump?”

“Not that well paid,” muttered Katty.

What was that?” came the head maid's whip crack voice.

“N-nothing!

“Good.”

The head maid had a bag on her hip, one themed in black and white to match her dress, the opening sewn with frilly lace.

She dipped a hand inside and pulled free a large thick glass bottle, about two thirds of a gallon if filled. It was a vacuum bottle, like that had been used to clean up Fey’s precum earlier. The bag it came from was far smaller than the bottle, a clear indication that the bag was dimensional. She shoved the glass bottle into Katty’s hands, and then pulled a second free and gave it to Nicole, and then another and gave it to a maid in her meek entourage, and so on, until all the maids were armed for war and ready to do battle.

“Here, you can start by cleaning up the prodigious amounts of our Lady’s fluids. I doubt she would want that falling into more unscrupulous hands. You know how mages are about anything that is taken from a dragon's body. Despicable what they will do to possess dragon material. You can collect the… other stuff at the same time.”

“Uhm, yes ma’am!”

Katty turned and looked down at the cum oozing its way across the dining room floor. She was supposed to collect all of that in such a small bottle?

The other maids provided a solution however, dragging a barrel into the room to empty the glass vacuum bottles into once full.

The maids started to work.

The head maid however only stared at Fey in a decidedly unimpressed way. Her eyes moved from her cum drenched hair, down to her cum drenched semi transparent blouse, then down to her horse half and her cock which throbbed and sprayed a good few buckets of precum across the dining hall yet again, splashing across furniture and cushions.

“It would seem rather impossible to properly clean the palace whilst you are producing more of a mess with every passing second,” she sniffed.

“S-sorry about that! I Just thought of Ella and- and-”

“I do not care. If the Lady didn't have a personal interest in you I would have you thrown in the dungeon for destruction of property.”

“That wasn't my fault! She grew really really big on her own!”

“Are you saying that she destroyed her own palace accidentally? The accusation of incompetence is an offence in of itself, I should have you tied up and whipped bloody for saying such slander of our Lady Alexandria! Outrageous!”

Fey opened her mouth to deny it but suddenly had the feeling it didn't matter what she said, this head maid seemed determined to be angry with her.

She slowly let her mouth close.

A spray of precum passed by the head maid’s skirt in the awkward pause.

“Hmph. As it is I shall have to deal with you in a more even handed manner since you belong to our Lady.”

She put her hand in the dimensional bag once more and fished around. After a moment she removed a circlet of gold, a thick solid gold collar, one carved with intricate angular runes and embedded with jewels.

“This,” she said, “Is used to imprison some of the strongest prisoners of war that our Lady heroically captures. It snaps around a neck and is impossible to remove no matter how strong or leveled the prisoner is.” She eyed Fey’s neck high above. Her eyes then drifted downward. “But since I do not think the Lady would appreciate having her toy imprisoned I shall be using it for a more… practical purpose.”

Fey’s eyes widened as the head maid took a shockingly swift step forward, high heels clicking as her hand darting beneath her barrel.

It only took a moment. The gold collar opened seamlessly, yawning wide of its own volition, and then snapping tight around the base of Fey’s cock, which was thicker than most necks. Not that the thickness stopped the collar, the gold and jewels seemed to morph and expand to engulf her, a band of metal drawing tight against her flesh, squeezing in uncomfortably.

“Wh-what are you doing! What did you just put on meee!” said Fey trotting backwards in alarm, cock waving wildly.

“I have simply turned the tap off. You are a faucet overflowing a sink. The kitchen cannot be cleaned until the source has been shut down. That is what I have done, no longer will you overflow.”

Fey paused. It was true, her stiffly bobbing cock had stopped spraying precum entirely, even bringing Ellaria to mind made no difference to her production, she had been shut off, choked, stoppered, she was no longer able to cum, or produce precum.

Strangely it was almost a relief, she was such a productive centaur and on such a hair trigger that for a moment being completely cut off from that gave a certain freedom.

She imagined Ellaria in that dress.

Nothing.

She imagined Ellaria naked, draped across a bed, the glorious curves of her body presented to her, legs spreading wide in preparation to take her massive dick, eyes half lidded, giving her the ultimate ‘fuck me’ eyes.

Nothing.

Her balls let out a pained groan and inched larger. They had started as large as watermelons, sixteen inches across each, now they were passing the twenty two inch mark, two hyper dense spheres hanging heavy against the back of her legs, veins pulsing across their smooth dark surface.

But she didn't spray precum! And that was the important bit!

As she played through mental images in her head, imagining Ellaria in various states of undress and doing lewd things, the maids had started to really get to work. Producing buckets and mops and brooms, and more barrels. The head maid pointed and commanded and the maids went to do as she said. After checking the maids were working the head mid stalked away, long legs eating up the ground as she disappeared into the palace to hunt down more slacking maids.

Rubble and broken furniture was collected into piles as maids swept the floor, some attacking the puddles of fluid.

The dragoness’s fem cum was somewhat easier to vacuum up into the bottles and deposit into the barrels as it was inert.

Fey’s horse cum however, fought back, slipping around the nozzles and latching on to fingers just as cum crept up their stockings in waves, fat rivulets forming that rolled upwards, aiming for their pussies, assaulting their panties, even with hands pushing the stuff away, it just kept coming on.

One of the maids held up a bottle of the thick white stuff and was dismayed to see it ooze out the opening and crawl onto her arm before she could pour it into one of the barrels.

Things descended into a battle of attrition as the maids scooped up the misbehaving cum even as more flowed into the dining hall from the main hall.

Nicole and Katty hadn't joined the fight however.

Katty bit her lip as she hiked up her skirt and bent over an Alexandria sized foot stool, then pushed down her cat panties. Nicole produced her bottle and placed the opening against her pussy, pressing the neck into her labia.

“O-okay, d-do it!”

The suction was turned on and a cacophony of slurping filled the air, the cum in her pussy being slurped free in the wettest most messy way possible.

Katty squealed and bit her lip hard, fingernails clawing and tearing at the stool as her thighs shook like jelly.

Fey watched hypnotised.

She was… cleaning? Removing her seed? And she could no longer produce more to replace it?

That was the absolute worst thing imaginable to her deep carnal need to breed, this could not be allowed to happen to one of her broodmares.

Her balls inched larger, passing the twenty four inch mark. A deep predatory growl came from within.

Not knowing what she was doing she approached the maid bent over the giant stool.

One moment Katty was clutching at the stool, a bottle neck inserted into her pussy, the next a shadow was falling over her. Her brow rose and she turned her head to find a very large centaur above her.

“S-sorry I just can't stop, you can’t be empty and I need- I need to be inside of someone or I’m going to go crazy!”

The maid blinked and then flinched as something broad prodded against her globular ass, smearing precum and horse cum across it and squishing it down before sliding off in a spatter of fluids.

“Wh-what are you, is that-? You want to do it, w-with me? Like, full penetration? But you’re lady Alexandria’s toy! Petting is one thing but-”

“I’m not her toy! She dragged me here against my own free will! Admittedly I did feel like a toy under her sheer size, b-but that's not the point! I’m my own centaur and that means I can do this!”

She thrust her hips and the maid yelped as she was roughly shoved over the stool, the cockhead glancing off her asscheeks, a spark of elastic magic taking effect at the touch.

“H-hold on! The bottle is still!”

Too late, Fey thrust again and this time the bottle was caught between her and the girl's pussy. In one brutal motion the bottle was pushed inside of her, her pussy lips stretching obscenely thin to engulf the clear glass, the neck of the bottle penetrating deep inside.

“Oh-! oh-! OH g-god! What's happened?- Wha- Nicole loook! Look tell me!”

Nicole snapped out of her state of shock and darted below Fey's barrel. There she found the bottle halfway inside of Katty’s puss, and because it was clear her pinks insides were entirely on display, pulsing and clutching at the glass as they were stretched around it.

“She uhm, pushed the bottle… inside of you.”

“What?!”

“The glass bottle, it’s halfway inside your pussy… somehow.”

Fey let out a groan and tried to push past Nicole but only succeeded in grinding her length against her shoulder.

“It’s me, I have some kind of ability that allows any girl to take any size of cock, y-you become stretchy, better for b-breeding.”

“Bullshit, no way…this can’t be… the-”

“Gods I feel really weirdly full Nicole! Hngfff! It- It’s not so bad! But can you pull it out?”

Nicole bit her lip then not sure what she was doing she took hold of the base of the bottle. The glass bottle was a magical artefact, a powerful one, very few estates could afford such things. Because of that it had been enchanted to be nearly indestructible.

She thought about pulling the bottle out for a moment, but then, instead, she pushed at it, watching with awe as Nicole’s over taxed pussy expanded around the transparent insides, the neck sliding into her cervix with ease.

“Wh-what the hell Nicole!” said Katty looking down in dismay as a slight bulge appeared on her blouse covered belly marking the bottle tip.

“Hey, I just wanted to see if it was true. Gods your pussy is going to be ruined for your guy friend, you won't even feel his little member!”

“D-don't say that Harry has a perfectly nice penis!”

An increasingly agitated Fey clopped her hooves against the marble. Nicoles’s curiosity was stopping her from getting what she needed. This couldn't go on.

“Stop blocking me!” with a cry she thrust forward and Nicole was knocked away, the massive cock head slamming into Katty’s rear and directly on the base of the bottle. Katty screamed as the bottle was fully forced into her cunt, her labia slipping around the base as her cervix was stretched wide.

Fey didn't stop with that, frantically thrusting forward again and again, the maid screaming and clawing at the stool as she was made to take the vacuum bottle, first the neck, then the middle then all of it was squeezed past her cervix and into her womb, as the significantly larger horse cock penetrated her pussy.

The centaur let out a sigh of relief feeling her cock at least a little sleeved in a needy pussy, the tight fluttering of Katty’s insides against her incredible stiffness felt like coming across an oasis of purest water in a bone dry desert.

The maid looked down at her abdomen, her eyes very wide. The bottle’s shape was outlined in her stomach, the container and the neck. She’d taken the entire thing into her core.

“This cannot be healthy…”

Nicole stepped around her to see, her brow raising when she caught sight of it.

“Uhhh, you look like you got a bottle baby, aheheh.”

If looks could kill Nicole would have dropped dead.

Fey began to thrust, easing her length out a little then pushing forward, eager to feel pussy around her entire length. She knew she couldn't cum but just the feeling of being sheathed was something so natural and lovely. If she could she was sure she would live every minute of every day with a fresh needy pussy wrapped around her horse cock.

Katty was small so she couldn't penetrate her far before she hit upon her cervix. But that was hardly going to slow her down and she pushed past it with ease, her insane strength plus Katty’s fresh elasticity giving ease of passage.

Katty watched in alarm as another larger bulge appeared in her belly and the bottle was pushed up her abdomen, her tummy stretching over its shape, belly button deforming over the neck then the body, tenting her abdomen out more and more until it was pressing up against her blouse covered breasts, then further still, the slimmer bulge of the bottle neck atop the larger bottle body pushed between two buttons on her blouse and her skin became visible, a four inch bulge of flesh poking unnaturally from her front.

“F-fuuurrrkkk! This feels really fucking good but it’s seriously freaking me outtt!”

Then Fey pulled back and the bulge receded. It was incredible to watch, almost hypnotizing, and Katty could do nothing but stare in open mouthed awe as the bottle slipped back down.

Now Fey began to thrust for real and the bottle was rammed back up her abdomen, the slim bulge of flesh piercing her blouse once more sending her breasts reeling before receding one more.

She thrust harder then harder, each time going deeper until the maid’s blouse couldn't take any more and the buttons around the neck pulled apart, buttons flinging across the marble. A bottle shaped bulge pressing up between her breasts, higher as Fey's medial ring joined the party stretching her further.

“HNNNN!!!”

The maid screamed and creamed herself silly as Fey humped her clutching desperately at her peculiar belly bulge, pussy convulsing around the horse dick.

As Nicole watched this in fascination her hand pressed against her skirt, pressing it inwards between her thighs, rubbing as she watched the shameful display.

She couldn't help it, she reached out and touched the bottle shaped bulge on Katty, her fingers being pushed aside as it rose and fell. It was an incredibly erotic sight. A tool of her day to day cleaning duties turned into an object of extreme pleasure.

She licked her lips.

And then she turned on the vacuum feature.

Fey nearly fell over as the pussy around her cock suddenly doubled in tightness, then doubled again, then tripled, becoming vacuum sealed, the girl’s pussy pressing so hard against her that it was almost crushing.

She tried to pull back but found it impossible, the entire huge footstool being dragged with the girl across the floor in a shriek of wood on marble, Katty’s pussy being pulled out inches as it clung viciously.

This acted as a multiplier on Katty’s pleasure clusters and she threw her head back and screamed, eyes rolling up into her head as she squirted, HARD, spraying in long powerful lines all over her dress and Fey's legs, leaving long spattered puddles across the marble.

Fey cried out, the combined sensation of the maid cumming and the extreme vacuum creating an excruciatingly delicious sensation that rolled up and down her length in lovely waves.

Her vast balls hiked up hard with a roar and pumped breeding batter, an unstoppable force.

The collar on her dick tried to stop the oncoming slaughter, but the sheer force of it squeezed through despite the restriction and boiling hot horse cum splurted into the maid’s womb SPRTCH—SPRLT—SPLURRTCH!

The vacuum bottle immediately drew it up into itself causing Katty to scream even harder, the cum rolling through her insides in a rush stirring her up.

It didn't take long for the bottle to be filled to the brim and then Fey was free to pump and pump and pump. The rest of Katty’s blouse immediately shredded apart as her belly cumflated outwards, instantly making her look nine months pregnant with triplets, then septuplets.

And that was just the first surge from Fey, her balls roared and another-

The collar suddenly flashed and bloomed with magic, the runes on its surface glowing gold as the gems flickered with light, drawing power. The collar cinched tight and the stream of cum was abruptly cut off.

Fey shrieked in distress, stumbling backwards and ripping herself free from the maid in one motion leaving her massively gaped open, the stretched out ruin of her insides visible to all.

This was the worst! What was worse than not cumming? Being cut off at only the beginning. It made her face flush with sexual frustration.

She needed release! Driven to distraction Fey fell upon Nicole, grabbing hold of her and tossing her on top of Katty, hiking up her skirt and flopping it over her waist.

Nicole blinked, realising the sudden position she had found herself in.

“H-hey, H-hold on a seconddddEEEEE!”

Fey stepped over the top of her and thrust forward, letting out a groan of relief as fresh pussy enveloped her.

THRUST Thrust THRUST, the maid’s uniform bulged outward with horse cock pounding and pistoning into her pussy, using her as a disposable cock sleeve.

Nicole squealed, her legs going up into the air as she rolled back and forth atop Katty, her shoes flinging from her stockinged toes as she kicked and screamed, ankles glancing off Fey's muscular horse thighs but unable to slow the thrusting even slightly, she was helpless below the massive stallion, a little feminine thing being used to relieve a monster.

The fabric of her uniform held on valiantly but it wasn't long before it was beginning to tear, Nicole’s belly peeking through more and more as Fey thrust deeper and deeper into the maid’s cunny, breeding the maid like the little broodmare she was, each stroke eliciting the sloppiest sounds as she used the horse cum that had oozed into her pussy as lube.

*slllorrpp!*

"OooooOOOHHHH!!"

*schlurrk!*

"OOHhh fuuUUUUCK!!"

Fey was soon peaking again, her need putting her on a hair trigger, her enormous balls eagerly hiking up her thighs, a powerful surge of semen forcing its way past the gold collar and spraying into the girl in a long powerful burst, Nicole’s belly surging out as she creamed and squealed, legs going up in the air, stockinged toes splaying, fabric tearing between her toes.

Her belly rapidly pushed out, spilling over Katty’s back, more and more and more and-

Once more the collar determinedly sprung to life, glowing gold it squeezed against Fey's length and cut off the monstrous river of cum.

Fey twitched and croaked, her arms and legs flinching and shuddering as the incredibly uncomfortable feeling of being choked off from fully ejaculating hit her.

She had once more been stopped in her tracks.

Dismayed she pulled back from the girls, her length coming free in a waterfall of horse cum that rolled down Nicole’s belly then Katty’s belly, their two pussies gaped wide and open to the air twitching and trembling.

Fey keened as the feeling in her balls only grew worse, their size increasing, reaching twenty six inches across each, the weight on her back legs almost crushing.

She had never been so painfully backed up before, so desperate for release.

She was willing to beg the head maid to be released from her collar at this point but unfortunately for her there was no head maid to be found, only the maids around them busy dusting the walls while giving her secretive glances, looking over her cock before swallowing and turning back to whatever it is they were doing.

That is apart from one. One of the maids was dusting the long dining table, her feather duster flitting over its surface as her flitty skirt brushed against her thighs.

A hand was on the hem of that skirt and as Fey watched she lifted it up, up, up and over her rear, exposing her panties and her ass, legs spread, hands pulling her ass cheeks wide, presenting herself to be taken.

Fey was already moving, moving before she had even thought too, her feral hindbrain taking command of her body in its desperate need to empty her balls.

She practically galloped at the presenting girl, whinnying in excitement as she slammed her hooves down on the long dining table and thrusting into the girl's unprepared pussy, instantly stretching her panties up inside of her.

The maid had clearly not been expecting such a sudden mating and snapped her duster in two as she screamed, shoes flinging from feet as her stockinged legs thrashed into the air.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, Fey could feel the table top through the maid’s belly bulge. That didn't slow her, only roughly thrusting harder, forcing her medial ring past the girl’s over stretched cunt. More! More! Sklrsshhh! The girl came and sprayed down the freshly cleaned marble as she wailed and screamed, arms slapping and flailing against the table top as she thrashed.

Thrust and thrust and-

Fey shivered as her balls once more tried to empty. The girl rose as her belly rapidly filled with cum looking hugely pregnant, but then she was once more cut off by the collar leaving her excruciatingly frustrated, pounding her fist on the table and scrunching her eyes tight shut as the river of cum was closed off like a valve.

She just wanted to cum. Was that so much to ask?

She turned her head to the side and found a maid looking her way, from further down the dining table, lips parted, staring on in awe, and not a little excitement. She licked her lips and plucked at her skirt, hesitantly lifting it as she bent over to present herself.

Fey went after her like a predator, ripping free of her current pussy and prowling up to the maid. She grabbed her by the hips and threw her over the dining table, penetrating her in a moment, tearing through her panties, dick bulge ripping apart her blouse.

Thrust thrust thrust and thrust and-

The maid swelled as though pregnant with quintuplets but it was no good, the collar prevented full ejaculation. Her balls audibly growled in anger, the sound echoing off the walls of the dining room.

“Uhm, are you okay?”

Fey turned to see Katty. She blinked. The maid was… standing? That was unusual. After Fey mated with a girl the girl was usually far too large to move under her own power, but in her limited capped state the maid had only been cumflated to merely obscenely pregnant, unable to reach her arms fully around her cum belly, but still able to stand.

Nicole struggled up from the stool too and joined her.

“N-no I’m not okay, I- I need to cum! My balls feel like they are going to burst! I could die!”

“What? But you filled us to such an insane degree how much more could-

Nicole tapped Katty on the shoulder. The maid paused and followed to where she was pointing. A wall of purple scale on one side of the room. Lady Alexandria's thigh.

The maid blinked and seemed to recall that the dragoness’s belly was currently the size of a large building.

“Oh… right… wait, if she could turn our Lady into that state… then why didn't she do that to me!?” Katty looked forlornly at her belly then at Fey’s cock stiffly bobbing up and down eager for more.

“The collar. I can only cum partially with it on and- and it’s going to break meee! I just can’t handle this!”

Fey slapped her hands to her eyes and shook her head in distress, blonde hair flying everywhere.

“Uhm, you just need to cum r-right? W-well, lots of little cumming would eventually be the equivalent of one large one right?”

“What are you saying?” said Fey peeking between her fingers

Katty licked her lips. “It's our job to take care of the Lady’s guests. Leaving a guest in distress wouldn't possibly do, so- so we’ll help!”

“Yes!!” cried one of the maids who had been nearing while pretending to clean.

“Do that to me please! Please!” said another.

“Do you have any idea how freaking wet I am watching you go at it?”

“Sploosh.” said one, making a crude hand gesture around her crotch.

“Me first!”

“No me!

The maids swarmed the long dining table, bending over it then hiking up skirts over hips and presenting their rears and stocking clad thighs.

Fey found herself looking at a row of a dozen pussies. Each of them bawling with arousal, their puffy swollen muffs glistening with wet as long strands of gel-like fluid oozed down between their legs in long strands leaving spots of wet across the marble.

It was a sight for sore eyes and Fey eagerly ran at them, mounting the first maid and thrusting into her, hilting her all the way to the base in one motion and shredding apart her uniform as her belly bulged outward, the shape of a massive horse dick visible through her flesh.

Fey pounded the screaming maid ruthlessly.

The others fingered each other as they watched keenly, eyes locked onto Fey's vast balls or the maid’s dick bulge protruding from her tummy.

Fortunately for them they didn't have to watch for long. Two dozen brutal thrusts and Fey was already cumming, the maid screaming her lungs out as she expanded, belly rolling across the table top like rising batter.

Fey ripped free and immediately moved onto the next even as the collar tightened.

Katty watched as Fey ravaged the girls, eyeing the gaped open cunts that she left behind. Below her skirt she was like that. Ruined for other men, her pussy stretched beyond recognition by horse dick. The thought made her shiver with delight, a few little strands of fluid dripping from beneath her skirt to the ground below.

“You’re looking happier than I've ever seen you,” said Nicole

“Aren't you? You look freaking radiant! I can practically see your cheeks glowing! Way better than your usual dour glum self.”

Nicole gave her an annoyed look. “Hey, I resent that.”

“It's true isn't it? You look like you've had the fucking of a lifetime. Which is actually probably true come to think of it.”

“Whatever. It's not like we're getting the full thing anyway. That damn head maid.”

“You think you could even take as much seed as Lady Alexandria? Have you not seen her?! There's no freaking way you could take that much cum!”

“I could, I totally could.”

Katty poked her tongue at her. “Yeah right, your eyes are bigger than your pussy Nicole.”

Nicole scowled at her but then slapped her hand down on Katty’s bare belly with a wicked grin.

“Power cleaning mode activate.”

Katty‘s eyes went wide but it was too late. The bottle inside of her womb sprung to life drawing in and then shooting out vast quantities of cum, the bottle vibrating violently as it did so.

“Ggawwdddss!” groaned Katty as her cum belly turned into a rippling sloshing wobbling mass, her skin undulating as the mass inside of her womb swirled and stirred. She clutched it desperately, hands sinking into the softness, cum belly spilling over her arms.

“This feeelsls soo fuckkinggg goooddd!”

Sklrsshhh!

The sound of fluid hitting marble came from between her legs as she squirted, a quick little spray that spattered against her dress and sent it fluttering.

“Hmpph, sure.” said Nicole “Look she's already done, let's go find Maxine and see if she can remove the collar she put on.”

“N-need m-m-moreee!!!” wailed Fey as she pulled out of the last maid in the row with a spatter of horse cum.

A dozen maids were left bent over the dining table, their reddened pussies hanging open, cervixes visible, made ruin, never able to be satisfied by a normal male again.

“Then come with us, we’re going to find the head maid, she should be able to remove the collar.”

“Y-Y-YEEEEES c-coommme with ussss,” said Katty, her knees turned inward as she hugged her wobbling, shaking belly, fluids continuing to shower from her snatch as the bottle in her womb stirred up her insides.

Fey licked her lips.

“More pussy?”

The two maids didn't answer but turned toward the doorway, Katty on extremely wobbly shaky legs. Fey could do nothing but follow.

They wandered into the next room and then the next where a rabbitkin was busily rearranging the furniture around lady Alexandria's thigh, checking to see if it matched the new purple scaled aesthetic of the room, her hand cupping her chin as she judged the look.

She turned hearing a clopping sound and her rabbit ears went stiff as she saw who was entering, two heavily pregnant maids and an… eight and a half foot tall centaur girl… with a frighteningly huge dick?

It took her a moment to realise who she was in the presence of.

“Uhm, h-hiya! I’m a b-big fan! I- I don’t know if you know b-but there is this newsletter that was being passed around and I may have gotten more than a little into it and uhm- c-could I maybe get your a-autograph and maybe s-something m-mor-

“PUSSY!” cried Fey

“Wh-what?”

Fey charged forward and the rabbitkin yelped, falling backwards onto a sofa. She grabbed the girl, ripping her dress entirely away from her body in one overpowered motion leaving her in only her undergarments and stockings.

She then bent her over the back of the sofa.

“This is so s-sudden I don't know if I can- I- I-... oh fuck it- Do meeeee FEEEYYYY! Just like the storieessss!”

The rabbitkin thrust her rear into the air presenting herself for her stallion. Fey obliged and thrust into her, shredding apart her silk panties as the rabbitkin was instantly filled with horse cock.

“OH g-godS! IT’s so BiiiiiiGGGGGG-EEAAAA!!!”

Katty and Nicole took hold of her hands as she was roughly bred, pressing her palms against their cum bellies as if to assure her that she would be like them too soon.

Fey’s taut balls crashed against the girl's thighs again and again until she rapidly peaked, requiring far less than normal to reach such a state.

“Fill meee Fill mEMEEE!!!”

The rabbitkin cried out as her belly expanding and drooped over the back of the sofa, a soft wobbling mass that pressed against Katty and Nicole’s own cum bellies.

She looked like she was going to continue to expand but the collar flashed and once more Fey found her balls damned, her flood kept behind an impenetrable wall.

Fey pulled back, ripping free from the girl’s pussy in a shower of juices and allowing her to slump down onto the sofa.

“Ohh my gawwd that was fucking incredible! I’ve never orgasmed so hard in my entire freaking life, not even close! Hey, can I get your autograph? The other maids in the dorm are going to lose their minds with jealousy when I tell them about this! Holy shit, am I going to be this sensitive forever? Furrrrk, next newsletter session is going to be intense.”

“I think she, uhnnfff, might have other things, ahnnn, on her mind,” said Katty watching Fey dart around the room looking for more girls to penetrate as her own cum belly rippled with the still working bottle.

She got her arm under the rabbitkin’s armpit and helped her rise, her stocking covered legs turned inward, a fat line of cum slowly oozing groundward, her stocking clad toes scrunching in a puddle of horse cum.

The rabbitkin paused suddenly. “Hey, as much as I love this sensation… isn't there supposed to be like, more? You know, I don't remember any of the girls in the stories being able to actually stand afterwards on their own… So was that part not true?”

“She can't cum Phoebe, the head maid capped her balls. What you just experience I’m pretty sure wasn’t the real deal, just a diluted shadow,” said Nicole.

“S-so are you saying it gets… better than that?”

“Mhmm. Hard to imagine right?”

“Th-that's why we’re on a q-quest to, uhnfff, uncap her b-balls, so she can properly fuck us s-silly.”

The three of them watched the panicked centaur skittering around the room looking for fresh pussy, imagining her being truly unleashed on their bodies.

“Uhm... Fey it's this way.”

Fey turned, an almost animalistic look in her eye. Katty did feel a little bad, the centaur was clearly in a lot of distress and in dire need. Well, the cure for that was removing the collar… and then Fey could fuck her into to ground, Ahem.

Katty and Nicole and with Phoebe held up between them moved into the next room, empty, and then the next, a vast kitchen. Fey stalked in their wake, eyes scanning the rooms, searching for prey.

A giant purple foot had been shoved through the wall in the kitchen, the heel inside a fireplace. Not that the owner seemed to mind, the flames simply washed off the scales, completely flameproof.

The people working there minded slightly more and a muscular minotaur chef bellowed angrily as maids were sent scattering, desperately trying to salvage ingredients and cooking implements from the destruction. Even here the hormonal fog drifted through the air.

“Get your miserable asses into gear and save my goddamn kitchen you miserable useless pig souled sows!!” he practically screamed, spittle flecking from his mouth.

The maids flinched and hurried under his words, their motions becoming frantic.

The minotaur glared around to see that they were doing as he commanded then stormed off into the pantry as the sound of breaking glass came from within.

“What was that?! What did you doooo!”

One of the maids, a squirrelkin, on the edge desperately trying to gather up a crate of half crushed potatoes paused as she spotted Katty and Nicole and the rabbitkin arriving.

She hurried over.

“Are you insane? Chef Viktor will lose his mind if he sees you! He’s worse than ever! He’s started spanking anyone who defies him!....... What the hell have you done to your stomachs?”

“Olivia, you were the one who gave me those newsletters right?” said Phoebe.

“... Yes? I mean, they weren't easy to get a hold of, they are seriously in demand right now, I had to practically fight off the other girls to get my hands on them, and, hangon did you get them wet again? I told you to be careful when masturbating under the covers! Oh and just so you know, we can all hear you. You moan like a whore in heat when you're reading that stuff!”

The rabbitkin blushed deep crimson and glanced guiltily at Katty and Nicole.

“It’s not that, and p-please could you not talk so- so openly about that stuff!”

The squirrelkin put her hands on her hips, bushy tail waving behind her. “Then what is it?”

The rabbitkin’s eyes darted to the side as Fey trotted in behind them.

Olivia’s eyes went very round.

“Th-that's, there's no way, this is some elaborate joke right? There's no way that centaur is real?”

The rabbitkin slapped her belly sending broad ripples washing across its surface and causing her belly button to suddenly pop from an innie to an outie.

“One hundred percent the real deal and-

Fey shoved the rabbit kin aside with a growl and loomed over Olivia.

“Bend over. Now.”

The girl eeped, her lip trembling, but she turned and leaned over the nearest counter, hands shaking as they dipped down to her skirt, grabbed handfuls, slipped, dropping the cloth, then frantically took hold again and hurriedly hiked the skirt up over her hips presenting herself for the object of her more lurid dreams.

Fey’s hooves slammed down on the counter as she thrust into the maid her belly bulging outward across the surface and knocking off plates and cutlery with a crash, her twenty eight inch balls slapping against the girl’s rear knocking her legs out from under her, feet kicking desperately at the tile floor and leaving her suspended partly on horse cock. Olivia howled as her maid uniform began to tear apart.

The noise attracted some of the other maids who paused in their work to see what was happening, whispering broke out, eyes going from cock to the pregnant looking bellies of the other maids then alarm as the bent over squirrelkin screamed and her belly began to expand.

The rabbitkin stepped forward and drew their attention. “I know I’m not the only one who read that newsletter. You want to make it real, to look like me?” she slapped her belly again.

The maids eyed her in shock. Then a girl hesitantly stepped forward, then another.

Fey without hesitation grabbed for them as she finished with Olivia, throwing one over the counter and tearing her skirt off, already pushing into her as she lifted another maid up to her head, spreading her legs and putting her head between her thighs.

She pushed her tongue inside the girl’s pussy as her lower half humped, tongue fucking the one she held as frantically as she humped. She was rewarded with a squeal and the girl’s puss clamping down on her tongue even as she ejaculated into the maid below.

She didn't waste any time shoving the cumflated maid aside and slamming the maid she held down on the counter swiftly penetrating her too.

She got into a rhythm, grabbing up one girl to tongue fuck, preparing her, even as she thrust into a girl below her. Girl after girl was left gaped and cumflated atop the counter, weak legs dangling limp over the edge on their back or front, cum drooling from their gaped wide cunts.

Unfortunately the noise soon brought back the chef, the hugely muscular minotaur charging into the kitchen with a bellow. Eyes furious.

“By the tribes! What in the abyss do you think you are doing?!”

He stormed toward the ten or so cumflatd girls flopped over the counter, and more importantly, Fey.

Fey didn't notice, she was busy with her eyes closed, concentrating fiercely as she pistoned into the last of the maids.

When the minotaur’s huge fist wrapped around the hand of the girl she was thrusting into and tried to drag her away however she did take note.

Her eyes opened and stared at the minotaur who dared to interfere with her breeding.

He was a large minotaur, somehow larger, taller, and more muscular than Bradox, muscle bulging across his frame to an incredible degree, like an overwrought prize bull. A sword was on his hip despite the chef's uniform he wore, chefs hat perched between horns. It seemed somehow in keeping with Lady Alexandria’s philosophy that her chef should be a powerful warrior as well as a preparer of her food.

The minotaur didn't notice her looking down on him as he bellowed into the penetrated maid’s terrified face.

“Get the fuck out from beneath this horse whore and do your damned job! So help me god I’m going to slap you silly you stupid-”

A hand snapped out and wrapped around the minotaur’s neck, the arm behind it as unbending as solid steel.

The minotaur struggled for a moment trying to casually brush the ‘non-warrior’s hand away, as someone comfortable in their own incredible strength.

He was surprised then, when he found he could not remove the hand from around his neck.

He wrapped both arms around Fey's forearm and hauled on her, twisting his torso and leaning in with all his might and muscle.

Fey didn't move in the slightest, not an inch, it was as though a wet behind the ears kitten was trying to move her.

“What trickery is this?!”

She didn't reply, instead, she merely raised her arm. The minotaur slowly lifted into the air, hooves leaving the ground, dangling, his entire huge body suspended from Fey's slender arm.

“You touched my girl. You will regret that.”

The minotaur struggled, thumping a fist against her forearm, a fist that at first was the same, but then with each desperate strike it became a little smaller.

The minotaur’s shock became ten times greater as he watched his body start to drain away, his shorts slipping from his slimmer legs and fluttering to the floor revealing a cock that had become painfully erect but was quickly shrinking, going from a large twelve inches down to ten, the thing stiffly jerking in the air, a pathetic little spurt of white shooting forth and landing on Fey's side and underboob.

Again and again the minotaur came, each spurt a little smaller as his cock shrunk, eight inches, six, five, four, three, two, one and a half, a tiny baby carrot.

His body wasn't faring much better, going from a grizzled and powerful beast of a warrior confident in his own muscular body to a slender and skinny teenage build, losing a full foot in height, then two foot, then three, then four.

Fey shivered in ecstasy as she absorbed him, drawing out his virility and adding it to her own, her body straining as it expanded, bones lengthening, gaining height, growth, mass, power.

The girl below her screamed as a good two inches was added to her cock’s length and it similarly swelled in girth, becoming thicker, stretching out the maid’s passage. Of course Fey hadn't stopped humping the maid even once throughout this and the maid’s frantically spasming pussy combined with the intense feeling of growing sent her over the edge.

She tossed aside the now teenage minotaur, wearing clothes four times too large, and slammed home into the maid causing her legs to thrash into the air, shoes flinging from stockinged feet.

“AIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!” howled the maid as she gushed, Sklrsshhh!Sklrsshhh!Sklrsshhh!

Fey put her all into it, kegeling as hard as she could, trying to actually ejaculate.

The wailing maid swelled with pumped in horse cum, SPRTCH—SPRLT-SPRTCH, looking well past pregnant with octuplets, and she tried to fill her larger, but to no avail, the collar glowed bright and squeezed down on the base of her dick, cutting her off and leaving her frustrated beyond belief.

She reached down and grabbed the girls wrists, ripping her off her cock and tossing her onto the counter another in the row of dripping drooling pussies.

It wasn't enough! She needed more!

She galloped away as the now teenage looking minotaur climbed to his feet.

Frantically he lifted his shirt and looked down to find his new micro penis.

“WHAT THE FU-

A shadow loomed over him and he looked up to see Olivia who was now far taller than him, her belly full and round with horse cum.

“I only dropped the plates by accident, you didn't need to bend me over and spank me in front of everyone that one time!”

“N-now hold on a second, you deserved that spanking!”

“I couldn't use the toilet for a week my rear was so sore, you don't hold back your strength, you never do!”

The line of girls slumped on the counter behind her made vague sounds of agreement.

“I won't stand for this insubordination!”

Olivia stepped forward and slapped her cum belly into his face. The shrunken minotaur staggered backwards in shock, a hand lifting to his cheek where her hot cum belly had pressed against it.

“You dare! You dare hit me with, with, tha-” he paused as he considered what she had just struck him with. Not the most common of blunt instruments.

“Yeah I dare, and in fact I think it's time for a little payback.”

She reached out a hand and grabbed hold of the minotaur, his weak limbs could do nothing to stop her. She tossed him onto the counter and brought back a hand.

Crack!

The minotaur squealed as Olivia’s hand smacked his rear with a resounding slap.

“This. is. For. all. The. Bullying!”

Slap! crack! Slap!

The head chef left out some very unmasculine sounds as the maid dealt him a hand of karma.

His micro cock spurted a few drips of white down the counter as she continued, twitching and throbbing.

Katty and Nicole helped the other girls to their feet. Not an easy task as Fey had rutted them so hard that their legs were like weak jelly, and they had to slowly get them used to standing, knees turned inward as lines of fem cum and horse jizz drooled from beneath their flitty skirts.

The crowd of women was at last set upright however and clustered behind Katty, Nicole, Phoebe, and Olivia.

They set off to continue their quest.

Leaving the kitchen they found evidence of Fey's passage: a girl slumped over an armchair, her pussy massively gaped, her belly bloated. The crowd of girls followed in their wake, making comments on the sight.

“I, uh, think Fey passed through here.”

“No, really? What gave you that idea?”

Katty gave Nicole an annoyed look but continued on. The next room contained more evidence, girls bent over tables and chairs moaning softly. It seemed that Fey's hair trigger was only getting more sensitive.

A howl echoed in the distance as they left the room.

“Uhm, isn't the maid’s dorm in that direction?”

“...Yes.”

They approached cautiously, stepping down the hallways then turning toward the entrance to the dorms. The herd of girls left a snail trail of fluids in their wake as they dripped and dribbled from beneath their skirts.

The door of the dorm had been ripped off its hinges and tossed aside and the interior was dark, pitch dark as the dorm was meant for sleeping at all hours due to the maids' schedules.

A heavy fog of sex, pheromones, and hormones drifted from the interior.

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

The herd of girls looked at the intimidating darkness and hesitated.

“It's dark, hold on, ah, uhnnff.” Katty fiddled with her pocket and after a moment produced a matchbox. She lit a crudely made match and it flared to life, casting a slight pool of light. Her hand shook slightly as her belly continued to wobble.

They stepped inside.

The very limited pool of light illuminated stone, flagstones, pools of fluid, and then, a pair of legs flopped on the floor, occasionally twitching. Katty raised the light and the belly they came from beneath was illuminated, smooth pale skin glowing in the light.

Squeals came from deeper in the shadows, and wet schlucking slapping sounds. They passed by a bed covered in pregnant looking girls sprawled across each other, then another, well fucked girls idly playing with each other’s gapes, putting their hands inside each other and playfully pressing fingers against cervixes, eliciting soft moans and little squirts of trapped horse cum.

The air was thick with the smell of well fucked girls here and even the floor was carpeted with them. It seemed much of the palace's army of maids had been resting here and had been taken unprepared by a rampaging Fey.

They found her at last, a stallion amongst a cluster of pregnant looking girls worshipping their breeder.

Maids swarmed around her balls, desperately licking the hard ungiving surface, not that they didn't have space to do so, her testicles had become overwhelming, each three foot across, near as large as the cum bellies surrounding and pressing against them on every side. Vast was an understatement and their little tongues could not even begin to cover the expanse.

Below Fey a dogkin was sheathed to the base, and her massive belly bulge was thrust into a second teenage dogkin above her, double sleeved on girls. Judging by their similar looks they were mother and daughter. The maids had been stripped of their clothing and only wore thigh high stockings. A crowd of pregnant looking women surrounded them on all sides, holding them in place with a combination of hands and the weight of their cum bellies.

The heat wafting from the group was incredible and the smell of sex made Katty wobble on her feet, having to clutch hold of Nicole to keep upright, her knees turning inward as she sprayed down her skirt, her belly still rippling with the bottle inside.

“S-say, hnnnf, I don't think Maxine knew what she was unleashing when she, uhmff, collared Fey...”

Nicole bit her lip as the scene was partially illuminated in the small pool of candle light. Rising and falling bellies, taut naked skin, Fey's muscular thighs pounding over and over into the squealing cumming girls, their bodies living sleeves for her ravenous need.

The slapping suddenly accelerated and the crowd of bellies were sent rippling as Fey's thighs slammed all the harder, a growl slipping from her lips as her arrhythmic humping pushed up inside the two impaled girls as far as possible, the mother and daughter howling and desperately hugging each other as they squirted and sprayed, Sklrsshhh! Sklrsshhh! Sklrsshhh!

“Neeeedd Releeeaaase!” groaned Fey as she slammed home for the final time.

The dogkins convulsed around her dick as the mother’s belly expanded inside of the daughter, smooth skin spilling across the bellies of the other maids as they grew and swelled and became fecund with horse cum.

It looked like Fey had done it for a moment, the collar was flashing, the runes sputtering on and off with light, about to break apart, the jewels taking on a dangerous glow. But then with a strange grinding noise the collar seemed to reassert itself and drew tight.

Once more Fey was cut off.

The double stuffed girls were much larger than her previous conquests and their combined cum belly lay heavily across many of the other girls cum bellies. Not that the maids seemed to mind, petting and licking the combined belly and cooing in delight over the new broodmother added to their number.

Fey pulled back with a frustrated groan, her cock coming free with difficulty from the two clutching pussies, an obscene wet schlucking queef filling the air as three foot and seven inches of horse dick was dragged out leaving a vast gape behind.

The other girls gasped and crowded around the gape.

“So big, they have to be the biggest!”

No, I'm moulded to her more! Look, compare!”

Small fists were slipped inside the dogkin’s thigh wide gape, one two, three, six, seven, eight, more and more until the space was stuffed with a cluster of forearms and the double stuffed girls were being stretched once more.

The maids fought to fit more fists inside even as the mother and daughter squealed from the stimulation and squirted all over their arms.

Fey looked around hungrily for fresh pussy, but before she could check the shadows the room was suddenly filled with light.

A huge blackout curtain was hauled across revealing the dorm and banishing the darkness.

Bed after bed had a pregnant looking girl flopped over it, their legs spread wide, their gaped pussies exposed. Katty and Nicole found themselves at the centre of the dorm where the number of pregnant girls only multiplied, nearly forty maids had been fucked senseless by massive stallion cock.

The sex addled cum sluts blinked in the light, looking around in confusion, the hormonal miasma lifting momentarily.

The head maid stood by the blackout curtain having just ripped it aside and exposing the shameful orgy for all to see. She held a riding crop in hand and a look of fury in her steely gaze.

“To think I went looking to see how my maids were doing in cleaning the palace. What did I find? Girls missing from their stations, mess left uncleaned, floors unswept. I wondered, what happened to my girls? I follow the trail, maid after maid left discarded, near insensate. Until I come here.”

The head maid looked over the room with a kind of indignant outrage, fists on hips, legs spread, her great height dominating the room.

“Not only do you take advantage of the Lady Alexandria’s toy for your own pleasure but you fail to do the job you were commanded to do.”

She took a step forward, then another. Her six inch heels cracking down on the flagstone with a whip-crack sound. Her fist tightened around the riding crop.

“Maids, maids, maids, you shall suffer like you have never suffered before, you will regret having ever been born! I-”

A pair of soaking wet panties flew through the air aand slapped her in the face then slowly slid down to fall onto her cleavage with a wet plap.

Maxine froze mid-step, a comical look on her face. A droplet of fem cum dangled from the tip of her nose before it dropped onto her cleavage too.

“Who… Who just did that, who threw that… that…” words failed her.

The maids looked at her blankly, not giving anything away.

Maxine picked the sopping wet panties from her cleavage in finger and thumb, the wet cloth peeling away from her bare skin.

“You hide the criminal who assaulted me with this? No no no, I think a collective time in the dungeon is in order. I have never whipped so many rears at the same time but I feel now would be a good time to learn.”

She narrowed her eyes and glared at the cluster of girls surrounding Fey, stalking toward them, killing instinct in every stride.

But then she paused as a hand touched at her long skirt.

She looked down.

A small halfling girl with a belly so large it touched the floor when standing curled her fingers into the long dress of the head maid.

“No.”

“Wh-what do you mean no?! I am the head maid and-”

“No, you aren't punishing us.”

Another hand took hold of her dress, then another, a crowd of pregnant looking girls slowly moving toward her.

“Get your filthy hands off of me!!”

The girls swarmed and the head maid found herself surrounded by pregnant cum bellies pressing in on all sides and dozens of hands grabbing hold of her clothing, dragging and tugging her forward, hands appearing behind her, pushing her too now, causing her to stumble.

She landed on her back on top the pile of cum bellies on the bed, the soft flesh giving to support her in a pillowy mass.

She gasped in outrage and flailed with the riding crop, striking out.

A half dozen hands took hold of her arm and forced it down, pinning her in place.

Katty appeared over her head. “You know you put on the most uptight act Maxine, strict as anything.”

The girls crowded around her, grabbed hold of her long billowy skirt and lifted it, pushing the thing up and up her extraordinarily long legs in scrunched up fabric, then shoving it over her hips, fully exposing her thigh high stockings and high heels, and amusingly, her cat themed panties.

“I know that, and I know you love the power of it all,” smiled Katty, “But I also know you went out and bought that particular centaur themed newsletter, and that every night you find the biggest dildo you can and thrust yourself onto it while frantically reading. We know because we can all hear the wailing coming from your private rooms.”

Maxine’s face contorted in anger, her red glasses set askew, a few black hairs falling from her bun across her sweaty face, “That is the most outrageous slander, how dare you!”

“I don't dare, but Fey might.”

A shadow loomed over Maxine and she looked up to find a centaur, somehow even larger than when she had first seen her, and with a look in her eye that screamed of a desperate soul destroying need to breed pussies.

Hooves slammed down on the pile of bellies to either side of her, a stallion barrel moving above her head. She swallowed in fear seeing the enormous three foot seven inch cock throbbing stiffly over her body, longer than her entire torso, a vascular barbaric beast of a dick.

“Oh, and you won't be needing these!”

Katty reached down and in one swift motion ripped the nose plugs free from the head maids nostrils.

Maxine drew in air through her nose thoughtlessly and the smell of horse cock and sex and hormones hit her like a building falling on top of her head.

Going from smelling nothing to getting the absolute full brunt in a moment made the effect many many times stronger than it would have been and she instantly orgasmed on the spot, her back arching up as her legs went stiff, a long powerful spray of clear fluid bursting from her Sklllrsshhh!!! and instantly soaked through her cat panties, going through the fabric and spraying over the girls clustered beneath Fey and then up the burning hot surface of Fey’s balls, steaming as it struck.

“Hhhhuuhoh my Goddd!!!”

The girls took hold of her arms and legs and repositioned her so that her puss was aligned with the tip of the brutal cock.

Maxine looked down in sheer disbelief that this was actually happening. They had only been stories! They had only been stories! That was not what she was told! And yet somehow the centaur had appeared from the newsletter, brought to the palace by the Lady, and now she was about to make her lewdest most obscene dreams reality.

“It can't be real, it can't be! This can't be happeningggg!”

It was real and as she watched her puffy swollen pussy was pressed against the broad flat head of the cock and then thrust down onto it. She watched with awe as her labia slowly slipped outwards rolling across the incredibly slick surface and stretching elastically to engulf every angle and shape, her clit popping free and dragging against the rough surface even as her panty covered lower lips reached the nobbled edge and in a rush slid around it, swallowing the head and causing a dick bulge to appear just above her mons, the cat panties tearing apart as she was penetrated, a flutter of sopping grey cloth left around her hips.

"HHHAAAHHHhhhh... HHHAahhh... HhnnnnnGGGGG!!! NUU, I don't- I can’t- m-my boddyyy!!”

“You can! Do you know how often I've awoken in the night to hear you’re jilling yourself silly? Well, a lot, and you know what Maxine? Your noise sets of a chain reaction, one by one we pull the newsletters from where we’ve each hidden our copies of it and slip beneath the blankets, reading and reading as we finger ourselves. Our noises setting off those in the beds along and then the next, until the whole dorm is softly moaning desperately biting pillows to stop sound escaping.”

“Y-you’re fans too?” whispered Maxine in disbelief.

Hmpph, well as far it is excellent shclicking material, I guess, I can admit I was dragged into the chain reaction more than once,” grumbled Nicole.

Katty glared at her. “You told me you didn't care!”

“Yeah well, stress relief is stress relief. Being a maid sucks!”

As they had been speaking the girls had slowly been moving Maxine, spearing her more and more on Fey's cock, the bulge in her belly slowly rolling upwards, past her belly button then bulging out and pushing up between her enormous breasts, blouse rumpling under the massive shape. The head maid quivered at the sight, giving a boob job to her own dick bulge, the sight tugged at the strings of her fetishes like nothing else, causing her pussy to squirm and clench down like a vice.

It was heavenly.

“Too slow,” growled Fey, and thrust her hips forward. Maxine was instantly hilted to the base, her blouse tore to shred and the freed dick bulge passing up over her head and smearing across her face knocking her glasses from her face, her hair coming fully loose from her bun and sprawling across her head in a dishevelled sweaty mess.

“Oh my GAWDD! OH!! AHH!! OHhhHhh!!!” screamed the head maid as she was filled beyond any reasonable limit, her pussy convulsing and squirting over and over and over.

Fey hilted and the gold collar slammed into Maxine’s muff squashing her puffiness, the thing still flashing and blinking in distress, the metal vibrating at an incredible frequency as it pressed against her clit.

The combination of being so filled, made hypersensitive, and the vibration of the collar was too much and the head maid threw her head back and screamed, thrashing in the maids’ grips, somehow squirting even harder, the spray of squirt becoming white and cloudy and going in every direction, maids giggling and opening their mouths to catch her output.

The maids laughter turned to daring licks of Maxine’s dick bulge and stretched out belly button, tongues darting in to touch her taut skin.

Fey moved into long rough thrusting strokes as this was happening. Horse dick being ripped free from the head maid's pussy, dragging her desperate lower lips behind even as Maxine creamed herself silly, then thrusting brutally back into her, slamming to the base where the madly vibrating collar slammed into her clit and immediately made her squirt, spraying down the happy maids with cups of clear fluid.

Slap slap slap slap slap, Fey's balls bounced across the crowd of cum bellies clustered behind her rear as she thrust harder and harder into the head maid. Faster, then faster, and rougher, each stroke a brutal slam then sent Maxine’s thighs and ass rippling like jelly, the drive of needing to be fully sleeved in pussy pushing her on.

The head maid was rapidly losing her mind, fingers clawing at the cum bellies around her, heels drumming madly against cum bellies below her. Her vision was filled with snapping popping flashes of light, fireworks going off in her head as her pussy was driven into a hyper pleasured state, fire running up her spine as her extremities tingled and buzzed.

Her long legs broke free from the clutching maids suddenly and went up in the air, high heels flinging free from stocking coveted toes to be sent rolling and bouncing across the flagstones. Her stocking clad legs rose in a huge V shape that clutched Fey’s barrel, ankles drumming at Fey’s sides as her eyes rolled up and her tongue strained from her screaming mouth, back arching as her stallion pounded her puffy puss into a froth of girl lube and cloudy squirt, clit twitching and throbbing until the gold collar slammed into it once more and the vibration made ruin of the sensitive nub, her voice rising in octaves as she squirted ever harder, cloudy fem cum raining and pouring down on the maids’ exposed cum bellies, the air swampy with hormonal fog.

Thrust THRUST THRUST -

Fey pulled fully free in a sudden moment, her cock slipping out of Maxine’s overly stimulated cunt, the thing left gaped as wide as a thigh, open and twitching in the air, a feminine cave gasping and greedy for fat horse dick, the insides visible rippling.

“N-NUUUU you mustn’t, you need to cum in meee!” wailed the head maid, tears in the corners of her eyes.

The other maids of course didn't miss out on the opportunity and darted their hands inside of her cunt, stroking and petting her pussy walls as they admired the size of her gape.

What they hadn't realised of course was that Fey had simply misjudged how far back to pull and had no intention of not finished the job. With a roar of outrage of being without a pussy Fey thrust back into the head maid.

The maids around her cried out in alarm as their arms were forced deeper into the head maid’s pussy by the thrusting cock and then pressed up against the walls as the massive cock forcibly reentered, the log of a dick now surrounded by a trio of forearms, squeezed tight against Maxine’s vaginal walls.

Fey didn't stop and only pushed deeper, dragging the three girls who had their hands inside until their arms were engulfed in pussy up to the shoulder, and pushed into her womb, the motions of their hands visible through her belly bulge.

The additional stimulation of the cock and the other girls writhing arms was the last straw for the head maid and she spasmed and thrashed, her legs kicking wildly into the air as she screamed and screamed and screamed, practically pissing herself as she squirted so hard, an endless torrent of fluid going in all directions as the maids’ arms interfered with the flow.

“Releaseeee!” wailed Fey, clawing at her breasts as she hilted, her balls hiking up violently.

And she did release, the collar made a sound like a kettle boiling as it was strained past its limits and then beyond. Cum exploded up her length and sprayed into the head maid's womb, instantly filling it and drowning the maids’ arms.

“Releassseeeee!”

The head maid’s belly swelled, growing larger by the second, filling the space between her and Fey and then spilling outward, pressing up against the other girls’ cum bellies, then pressing them back, her larger cum belly dominating theirs in size and power.

The maids didn't seem to mind, squealing with joy they threw themselves at the soft growing mass petting and licking the expanse as it spilled larger still.

“Relllleeeeeeeassseeeiiiieeeee!!”

Fey finished her first long powerful spray of cum then came the second, a sweet sensation she had badly missed, the intense vibration of the collar only driving her on, heightening her orgasm.

The head maid’s expression was rapturous, her iris near out of sight they had rolled up so far, her tongue straining from a mouth forming an O as she howled like a banshee, long legs crashing against the cum bellies around her as her thighs were disappeared under growing cum belly, then her face too, ahegao face disappearing from view.

Fey prepared for a third surge, her relief at being freed stupendous.

This was it, her vast balls wouldn't break her!

But abruptly the collar readjusted. The runes shifted across its surface, changing shape and then taking on a pink glow, the jewels each became pink too, and with a sound like the gates of hell slamming closed the collar clicked back into place squeezing down ruthlessly on Fey's cock.

The centaur froze, her relief abruptly cut off like a bucket of water to the face.

“Nuuuu,” she softly moaned as she was once more denied relief.