Chapter 39 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Fey groggily awoke atop a dragoness she had made ruin. Finding her way down from the now quite large Lady she encountered the head maid of the palace who was not impressed with the mess she was making. The head maid, deciding to do something about it, snapped an enchanted golden collar intended to restrain powerful prisoners on the base of Fey’s length. The collar prevented Fey from properly relieving herself, only able to release a small sample of her full output at a time. She was only saved from her own body by the many very very eager to help maids.

Now, Chapter 39:

A large blue foot wrapped in a military-style sandal crashed into the door with a thunderous boom.

The door was immediately blown off its hinges, ripping free from the frame and flying through the space on the other side where it hit the opposite wall, the wood splintering as it then fell to the floor, a scatter of dust pluming around the wreck.

“Hey hey hey, do you really think it's a good idea to be messing up her palace more than it already is?”

The owner of the blue foot, a tall Oni woman, turned and glared at her comrade.

“This palace is already beyond salvaging Ryoka, Lady Alexandria’s might and size cannot be contained.”

The Oni gestured behind her comrade and she turned to see.

The entire far wall of the room they were in was shattered, replaced with a small part of a much larger purple wing.

“I suspect the palace will collapse entirely when she returns to her practical form, her body has replaced much of the supporting walls.”

“Yeah, but it might not, and then do you really want to explain to our boss why all the doors in her palace have a large Oni shaped footprint on them? Hmm? Hmm?”

The Oni scowled at her teenaged comrade who flipped her green hair, her yellow eyes meeting that of the Oni’s well above hers in cocky defiance.

“We have more to worry about than doors, what if Lady Alexandria is in genuine need?”

The teenager seemed unconcerned by this suggestion and pushed past her.

“Hah! You really think that our boss, a quite literal Dragon, is going to have trouble with anything other than another Dragon Tarra? Or, I don't know, an army dropping on her head?”

“Yes? Is it really so hard to believe this could be an attempt on her life? That riot we were sent to end may merely have been a distraction while the culprits were here at the palace attacking her.”

The green haired girl was striding ahead of the Oni who had to move to catch up, but not catching up too close as a large green chameleon tail emerged from the back of the Chameleokin’s black unitard, a tail as long as her body that ended in a tight spiral.

The rest of the teenager looked human-like of course, only her yellow eyes giving away the fact she was a kin and not a human, well, that and her natural abilities.

The Chameleokin approached the next door and glanced back at Tarra as if to say ‘watch’.

She opened her mouth and an impossibly long tongue darted out like a striking cobra. It latched onto the metal door handle, which was of course locked, and held on, gripping it tight.

Tarra watched in silence. Some time passed with nothing happening.

She crossed her muscular arms in annoyance.

“Well?”

The Chameleokin rolled her eyes, which she was very very good at, and spoke.

“Ihts thake hwun sheckondh.”

As she spoke smoke started to curl from the handle, and then more, the metal rapidly starting to dissolve as freshly produced saliva began to liquify the thing.

In moments the metal handle plapped to the ground in a golden blob and she was melting through the rest of the lock.

A few seconds more and then she was removing her unharmed tongue and the door was gently swinging open under its own weight.

The Chameleokin took her tongue and produced a napkin, wiping the special saliva off before she retracted it back into her mouth. She gave the Oni a knowing look.

“A quick temporary saliva adaptation, on and then off. Easy.”

“Did you think this is much better you foolish girl? You have destroyed this door as well as my foot would have.”

“Nuh-uh, you can still totally use it as a door and that is what matters!”

“It has no handle!”

“Handle schmandle, whatever. C’mon we’ve got shit to do!”

Aggravated by the cocky nineteen year old Tarra followed her through into the next room of the palace, one which had part of an arm smashed through its center, an arm that blocked them from going further, an arm so thick in diameter that it filled the space floor to ceiling, acting as a wall in its own right.

The perky teenager approached it and tapped her finger on her chin in thought.

“Now how are we to get past this hmm?”

“Can we skip the silly little act please? We both know you can climb it.”

The Oni thrust a hand into the dimensional bag on her hip and shoved a coil of rope into the teenager’s hands.

“Here, get this up there and I’ll climb up too.”

“Woah woah woah, you can't just command me like that, I’m number one remember? That means I have superiority over you as we are both Generals!”

The Oni’s eye twitched.

It wasn’t just that the short Chameleokin was now the most powerful member of Alexandria’s legion and most in her favour, no, it was that the stupid girl was only nineteen freaking years old! Her rise since joining the ranks of the legion three years ago had been absolutely meteoric, gaining levels and Skills at an astounding pace.

For Tarra, who was ten years her senior at twenty-nine, it was utterly galling. The fact she had overtaken her, the previous number one, almost didn't seem real.

To put it lightly, she was a once in a decade prodigy, one that when she went to get her Class had temporarily blinded her peers with how brightly her Affinity had shone for the Adaptician Class, a Class uniquely suited to the nature of a Chameleokin.

That didn't really make Tarra feel any better about being the lesser of them though, and her guts squirmed with jealousy.

“Just get on with it.” she snapped, turning away.

The teenager stuck her tongue out at her. Which in her case meant a lot of tongue.

She then turned to the curving purple wall that blocked their way and lifted her hands, smoothly pressing fingertips against its surface.

In a moment her body adapted and her fingertips grew suckers, becoming adhesive.

She began to climb, hand over hand, her bare toes latching on below, she went up, and looked like she would be fine until suddenly she climbed over a wet patch of scale and the stickiness gave out. She plunged back down the floor, nearly faceplanting into the rubble and having to stumble and half run in the most ridiculous way to catch her balance.

She came to a halt, small stones scattering around her bare feet, arms stretched out wide.

“Ha! What an undignified display, had you shown that to those outside our Lady’s legion you would have brought shame to her! You are not suited to be number one Ryoka, you are far too young and green behind the ears.

“Whinge whine bitch, I don't see you climbing it. Oh right, that's because you can't, you’re just a dumb brick headed grunt.”

The Oni’s arms came uncrossed and she took a threatening step toward her.

“Watch your-

“No. Just watch and learn you frostbitten Orc.”

The teenager spread her legs, lowered her rear, and clenched her thighs, hard, then harder, her thighs bulging through the thin black unitard.

It only took a moment, her thighs were unmuscled and slim, and then they were swelling outward, piling on slabs and slabs of heavy muscle until they looked like she could crush a watermelon between her thighs with ease.

The Chameleokin lowered and wiggled her rear and then with a grunt she powered upward with incredible force.

Her jump launched her from the ground, a surprised Oni watching on, and catapulted her up, up and over the giant arm, into the small gap between it and the ceiling.

The chameleokin’s true power could be boiled down to one thing: Extreme physical adaptability. And that was why she was the best.

After a moment a rope uncoiled down the side of the arm and, red-faced with anger, Tarra grabbed hold of it, using her immense strength to haul herself up.

She reached the top, slipped through the gap, and jumped down on the other side, finding Ryoka already there, her thighs rapidly returning to their normal slim teenage form.

The two generals quickly passed beyond the room the arm was in and came into some of the less damaged parts of the palace. A greeting hall, a library, then a small kitchen for the staff.

“I think we’re nearing her head.”

“You’re forgetting she has a longer neck in her true form, it’s a little ways yet.”

“No, I’m not, it’s totally near, I know her better than you.”

“You talk braggart nonsense as usual. As much nonsense as your boast of strength, a pathetic little lie from a pathetic little girl.”

Ryoka paused, this time a flash of annoyance crossed the teenager’s face. She turned around between the counters of the kitchen and glared up at the Oni who loomed a good foot and a half above her five foot four.

“I’m not talking nonsense. I really am the physically strongest now, as well as being the best in a dual, the best in a battle, the best at scouting, the best at running, and the best at assassination. I’ve become stronger than you Tarra, you are my lesser in every single way, you are below me, I will tell you what to do and you will listen.”

A blue clenched fist came down on the stone counter and the tall Oni roared at the teenager.

This was too much! She had gone too far!

“I will not stand to hear you disrespect me brat!”

“Fine. Then let's prove it. Arm wrestle me.” said the chameleokin, lifting her chin.

Seeing the declaration from the short teenager seemed absurd. The Oni was huge, hard bodied and extremely muscular, she wore a crop top exposing abs that you could forge steel upon, the crop top itself struggled valiantly to contain her expansive sarashi wrapped breasts. Below a pair of short shorts were stretched to breaking point by trunk-like thighs. On her back rested an iron Club nearly six foot long, an enormous chunk of metal that would have taken at least a dozen normal people to lift.

Her hair was white and long, spilling over her shoulders in glossy waves, and a single curved white horn emerged from her bangs, protruding from one side of her forehead, both framing a face that mixed attractiveness with a distinct sense of raw strength and will. The tips of two white teeth were just visible protruding up from her lower lip.

The chameleokin herself was slender, her chest modest, and her body covered in a stretchy black unitard from her ankles to her stapped shoulders where her arms were exposed. Her teenage face was fierce and confident in her explosive growth, a rising star hungry to displace and humiliate her elders, a bratty teenage upstart in every way.

The Oni barked a laugh at the offer and rounded on the stone island counter of the kitchen. Her elbow slammed down on its surface and she beckoned with her hand.

“Come. You will soon come to know your mistake.”

Ryoka didn't hesitate, her much smaller arm came down on the counter and her hand was enclosed by the much larger Oni’s hand.

The battle started immediately, the Oni going for a quick ruthless win, aiming to crush her spirit. The teenager’s arm was slammed downward, meteoring toward the stone surface, mere inches away.

But then her flesh rippled, the thickness of her arm doubling in size, then doubling again, then tripling in density, then tripling again, her flesh roaring as it fought back, evolving in realtime to overcome her opponent.

Tarra’s eyes became round in shock as the teenager’s hand neared the surface, fractions of an inch away, and then came to a slow but inevitable stop.

The Oni fought back in a panic, her muscles bulging, twisting her entire body as she applied insane downward force, a hairline crack appearing in the stone, her other hand gripping the counter edge, a foot moving to apply more leverage in a desperate attempt to cheat, even pushing down over and over in slamming thrusts.

The Oni was of an immensely strong species, and she had a strength based Class too, one that synergized with her natural strength. That was her identity, what she had built her personality on, her uniqueness! She was the strongest!

But it didn’t matter. To the Oni’s horror the teenager’s arm slowly began to rise. She was resisting her even with her cheating! With her everything!

“n-No- N-NO!” she gasped, her breath coming in pants, her whole near seven foot body shaking with exertion.

It just didn't matter. The teenager lifted her arm, up and up and up, and she could do nothing at all to stop it. The diminutive girl across from her was dominating her, completely and utterly in control.

Their hands reached the zenith and then with a small little smile Ryoka slammed down the Oni’s hand so hard the other way that the stone counter split down the middle, splinters of stone spitting into the air with the brutal impact.

She held Tarra there for a moment. Pinning her in place just because she felt like it.

And then she let go.

The wild eyed Oni stumbled back, falling on her rump, scrambling back across the ground until her back slammed against the nearest counter.

She stared at her hand in disbelief.

She had been bested by a teenager, not even one that focused on strength as her main ability. She had been casually crushed like it was nothing. Her life’s work, being the strongest, the best, now a pathetic little thing in the face of the bouncy giggly teenager.

A shadow fell over her and her head rose to find Ryoka, a look of glee on her face, and then she looked down to something else.

The teenager’s crotch was about level with Tarra’s head from where she sat, and so she had a perfectly framed view of the length that ran down from the teenager’s groin to half way down her thigh, the teenagers hermaphrodite dick, something that all chameleokin females were naturally born with. The black unitard was so tight over the thing that every little bulge and vein was outlined on its surface. The exertion of arm wrestling had apparently gotten the teenage girl hard.

Ryoka didn't seem to care that her impressive bulge was so near the Oni’s face, or maybe it was that she was doing it on purpose.

“I told you. You aren't anything compared to me, you’re too slow and you're too weak Tarra. That's why you are now mine to do as I please with.”

A hand darted out and an impossible strength gripped the Oni’s horn. She found her head being dragged in and her face was suddenly pressed against the long bulge in Ryoka’s black unitard. Pressed up against it she could only think of nothing but the feeling of its heat and stiffness against her cheek, her lips, unable to pull away as the teenager thrust herself against her face, biting her lip as she used the Oni’s face for her own pleasure, rubbing her length up and down across her facial features.

Truly Tarra could do nothing, the teenager was just too strong.

She was the teenager's bitch.

She, a twenty nine year old, was this nineteen year olds junior.

If there was one small blessing it was that as a teenager the girl was on an extremely sensitive hair trigger and it didn't take long for Ryoka to ejaculate, little pearls of white beading through her unitard to roll down the black surface.

She moaned softly, eyelids fluttering. Then, before letting Tarra go, she wiped her cum across her face, marking her blue skin with long smears of sticky opaque white.

“Gosh I needed that, there’s fuck all relief when we’re out on campaign. Alexandria really needs to see about getting an auxiliary of whores for me to fuck or something.” She sighed as she stepped away, leaving Tarra wide-eyed with shock.

It was just too much to deal with for Tarra. First she had been humiliated in wrestling, then she had been- she had been made submissive to a teenager! Used to get her off! A throwaway wank rag! Such a thing was something she had never experienced before, not even in the slightest.

Her tongue slipped from her lip as she thought about this and she tasted a little of the girl upon her face.

She froze. Why did she just do that?!? She screamed internally to herself. This was even worse than being used as a wank rag, she had now tasted Ryoka!

...Admittedly she tasted pretty goo- no! She quickly shoved the intrusive thought to the back of her mind, locking it in a box then chaining that box up never to be thought of again. Probably.

After a little while struggling with her new novel feelings, the Oni gathered herself, her heartbeat finally slowing. She climbed shakily to her feet.

The teenager had gathered food as she recovered and she found her eating. Already she had gone through four entire chickens and was devouring a fifth, an empty pot of stew and dozens of empty plates were scattered around her. She’d eaten everything the kitchen had to offer, all of the staff’s food, there was nothing left.

Tarra nibbled her lip. The now dried cum on her face completely forgotten.

“We, uh, need to get going, we came here for a reason remember?”

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“L-Lady Alexandria?”

“Ohhhhhh! I totes forgot about her, my baaaad.”

The teenager lifted a gallon jug of mash potato and gulped it down in moments then tossed it aside, the porcelain shattering across the floor.

She stood and brushed by Tarra, practically knocking her over. A hand appeared above her shoulder and she beckoned for the Oni to follow, beckoning her like a pet.

After a moment Tarra followed.

The teenager led the two through the palace, room after deserted room, many in a bad state, some untouched.

It didn't take long to reach their destination. A library hall, one with part of a massive dragon head inside of it. They couldn't even see Alexandria’s eyes, only her muzzle was inside, her mouth open, tongue lolling across the library, bookshelves and tables crushed beneath the thing.

Her breath fogged the air.

Ryoka stared at the sight. “Hey this is great and all but what the fuck are we supposed to do now?”

“With a dragoness? Nothing. You can't wake her no matter how strong you are,” then lowering her voice and muttering darkly, “Despite being some cheating little lucker weasel.”

“I could try, I bet I could adapt to it.”

“Adapt to what? Adapt how?”

Ryoka didn't have an answer to that and looked a little annoyed.

She was about to teach the Oni another lesson when a sound came from the muzzle. A lot of sound.

The generals clapped their hands over their ears as the Dragoness moaned in her sleep, mumbled words forming and filling the air, bookshelves collapsing around them from the sheer vibration.

“N-nuuuu, s-shtop, noot in my pusseeeyyy, n-nuu morrrr!”

Came the stupendous slurred voice, sounding somehow cute in its sleepiness despite Tarra’s eardrums feeling like they were on the verge of bursting.

The voice ended and the dragoness snuggled her head in the broken library, letting out a sleepy little sigh of satisfaction.

“Took me a sec to adapt to that,” muttered Ryoka, wiggling a finger in her ear.

She had adapted to that too?! It just wasn't fair.

“I think that was a pretty obvious clue. We will find the answer as to why our Lady is asleep with… her…

“With her vagina.” finished the teenager.

“Yes.”

“Alright fine, then show me where that is. Walk.”

Tarra gave her an irritated look but moved to do as she commanded. A lifetime in the legion listening to drill instructors wasn’t for nothing. As she turned a smacking sound filled the air, a teenage hand slapping against her globular rear sending it bouncing behind her shorts.

She almost removed her club and smashed it over the teenager’s head then and there, but she managed to control herself, no doubt that was what Ryoka wanted her to do, so she could physically humiliate her once again in a contest of strength.

Instead, she moved stiffly on.

This time they were more used to working their way around the half ruined palace and the giant dragoness that filled it and were able to travel from her head, down her neck, over her arms, under her wing, past her hips, then sneaking down below her knee they slipped between a gap where her tail lay under her thigh.

They came back up between her legs aiming for her crotch. It was there that a strange white fog started to fill the air, one that smelled tangy and heated, a fog that tickled the nose, and warmed the blood.

Tarra glanced at Ryoka and found she was having difficulty walking. Her unitard was tented out in front of her, her large seven inch erection pointing out directly in front of her hips making her silhouette appear absurd.

Was she harder than when she had used Tarra’s face as a wank rag? What was causing her arousal?

“Are you okay?”

“Yes! Shut up!” said the flustered teenager, trying to push her raging erection down and failing.

They passed through into an aesthetically pleasing room, someone had apparently matched the furniture to the purple scaled thigh that filled one end of the space.

More interesting than that though was the moaning that had started filling the air, soft breathy sounds winding their way from the door at the end, and along with them a steady plap, plap, plap sound.

The two generals shared a look, hands moving to weapons, and then proceeded forward.

The next room was deserted too, a dining room with one wall broken down between. They stepped through the broken and came out in what appeared at first glance to be a marsh, a boggy fog-filled place, the air incredibly humid and warm.

Just through the fog could be seen towering purple walls on either side. It was the dragoness’s thighs, and ahead at the ends of the thighs lay an even greater structure, an odd vast curving scaled surface cream in colour, one that reached up to the towering ceiling and to the sides, a great round soft shape that blocked vision of the rest of the great hall. Below the ground was puddled with something goopy and white and huge pillows were scattered across the room.

The two barely had eyes for any of this however as there were far more eye catching things to be seen, to be specific the hundred or so maids who were scattered across the room, each of them lying on enormous pillows varying in size from a couch to a wagon, the girls alone or slumped together in piles, their great heaving bellies taut and round, as though they were pregnant with octuplets or more, some even larger than that.

Oddly some of the puddles of white stuff seemed to be moving on their own, flowing up in long rivulets onto the pillows then between the legs of the pregnant girls, a very very slow oozing stream flowing into them. Not that the girls seemed to notice or mind in their addled state.

In the center of this space between the Dragon’s thighs was an enormous centaur. One thrusting steadily over and over into a girl resting atop a pile of other pregnant looking girls, her already filled belly being deformed by something pushing up through her, a shape stretching up from her rounded pregnancy and thrusting up between her breasts.

Behind the centaur a number of girls were clustered, worshipping her astonishingly large balls, pressing their breasts and bellies over the slick surface kissing and licking it in breathy little gasps.

As they watched the centaur pulled back and a dick as thick as a thigh was steadily pulled free from the trembling pussy of the maid, her muff and labia stretched paper-thin around the vein riddled mass, slopping over every slick with wet bump and groove.

The maid squirted as it came free, spraying the other girls down as she howled and the two generals realised that the obscene bulge that was slipping down between her breasts was in fact the centaur’s staggeringly large cock stretching her out.

“What in the actual fuck!” shouted Ryoka, hands forming fists at the sight, eyes flaring.

Despite the teenager’s anger Tarra couldn't help notice beads of precum were pushing from her tented out unitard and that she was stiffer than ever. Wait… was the teenager larger?

Distracted, she was surprised when Ryoka grabbed her arm.

“What in the hells is this Tarra?!” hissed the Chameleokin, staring up at her.

She blinked. Why was the teenager breathing so hard, and… trembling?”

“I am not sure. Since the centaur is not a piece of burned charcoal, or crushed flat, or imprisoned, I can only logically surmise that she is a guest of Lady Alexandria, and is of some value to her.”

“A guest? Are you crazy? Look what she's done to every single freaking maid in the palace! I know some of these girls! I- I- w-we were intimate with- and- and-”

The teenager’s eyes drifted to the side away from Tara and to a maid with rabbit ears was flopped spread-eagled over a couch sized pillow, faintly snoring with a blissful expression as her massively gaped cunt twitched and leaked something that looked suspiciously like cum. In fact looking at the puddles of white on the ground all of it appeared to be of the same substance, a thick glue-like semen.

Ryoka’s gaze was stuck on the rabbitkin’s gape however and she boggled at it. She could easily fit both of her fists in that reddened well used space, an open feminine cave.

She recalled going down to the kitchens to visit the rabbitkin when she had needed relief, hiking up her skirt and using her in the pantry, the maid’s wild cries about her size massaging her ego, using her teenage energy to drive the maid to ecstasy.

Now her cock wouldn't even touch the walls if she tried to fuck her. She had been ruined, stretched out for a much larger size than she, moulded so that she would only ever be satisfied by massive throbbing centaur cock. The maid wouldn't even notice her inside her pussy, her the most powerful legionnaire of Lady Alexandria’s legion, her prime general.

The thought made her flush with indignant anger, her pride injured. How dare this centaur do this to her! How dare she!

She turned from Tarra and stormed toward the centaur, erection waving madly side to side as she strode. She tried her best to ignore that.

“Hey!” she demanded. Her fists on her hips as she looked up at the towering centaur.

The centaur didn't seem to hear her, simply continuing to leisurely slide in and out of the maid she was currently fucking, oblivious to Ryoka’s presence, it was almost as if she was in a trance.

One of the maids pulled free from the centaur’s enormous balls, strands of wetness dangling from her chin.

“She won't hear you, she’s barely hanging on as it is. But if you want to join in then just strip off and present your rear. Trust me on this, it’s soooo worth, ohh my gawwwd you have no idea!”

Ryoka spluttered.

“I am not presenting myself for this, for this barbaric centaur to turn into- into-

Her eye caught on the belly bulge rising between the breasts of the one the centaur was currently fucking.

“-Into a living c-cock sleeve!”

“Hmm, suit yourself, but you're missing out. Look what she did to me!

The maid flipped up her skirt and hooked her hands around her cheeks, spreading herself and showing her massively gaped pussy, her puckered cervix clearly visible, a dribble of something white oozing from it.

The incredibly lewd sight caused a little sputter of white to spray Ryoka’s tented unitard, her teenage hair trigger pushed over the edge and causing her to ejaculate. The little string of white flew through the air… and landed in the cavernous space that was the maid’s stretched out cunt.

The maid let out a gasp of surprise at the wet touch then shivered as the horse semen that was already inside of her lunged at Ryoka’s cum.

Ryoka stared wide-eyed as her cum was attacked and taken into the thicker heavier white, greedily eaten and absorbed.

“I- this isn't real, this can't be- r-real,” she mumbled.

“Ooh your little spurt is so cuuuute!” cooed a maid who had been watching the scene.

“Oh my god it’s so tiny!” said another holding up her pinky and comparing it to the tented unitard. This maid was particularly long-legged and tall and very very pregnant looking, she also seemed to be drinking from a large tankard that Ryoka reluctantly realised was filled with the goopy white stuff. “It’s like a baby carrot! Gods those minotaur girls in the newsletter really weren’t kidding about having your perspective changed on what real size is.”

Ryoka didn’t understand what she was talking about, her thing was most definitely not tiny, she was seven- she glanced down, eight inches? She couldn't recall being this size before, but maybe it was her losing her mind at the sight of so many ruined pussies.

She blinked as a number of the maids broke off from the centaur and clustered around her, their pregnancies squishing up against her, against her tented unitard, slick with wet, skin sliding and massaging her stiffness.

She was sure she could actually feel their bellies growl as they came into contact with her cock, as though the contents wanted to attack her length.

But that couldn't be right…. Could it?

She shoved aside the maids, pushing them down so they fell over the other’s cum bellies eliciting wails and spurts of white from puckered cervixes.

No, this shamefulness could not go on, being treated like she was nothing. It reminded her of her early days in the legion, being bullied by the others before she came into her power, before her extreme Affinity for her Class was discovered.

She hated it.

With a cry of anger she stepped toward the centaur and punched as hard as she could, her whole body twisting.

Her fist connected with the centaur’s barrel…

...and nothing happened.

It was like punching a mountain, the centaur didn't even slow or notice what she had done, her punch had been less than a flea bite to the centaur, not even a breeze, not even a feather tickle.

She screamed in outrage and punched her again, her arms and body rapidly swelling in size, slabs of muscle boiling onto her frame as her strength multiplied, reaching her maximum.

With a fierce smile, she confidently struck out once more, a fist with the strength of a legion behind it.

If it made any difference at all the centaur didn't show it.

“Uhm, are you trying to do something? Do you need any help?” said one of the maids

A spasm of embarrassment twisted Ryoka’s guts. This could not be happening.

With a wordless cry of frustration, she tore from the crowd of maids and stormed toward Tarra. The Oni cowered under the teenager’s rage and did nothing as she grabbed hold of her shoulder, forced her down, and then ripped the metal club from her back.

The thing was taller than Ryoka was, a huge bat of metal with rounded metal nubs dotted up its length. It was a brutal tool and a terrifying thing in a war.

Here she would use it to crush this centaur, crush her and regain her dignity.

She charged in, maids scattering in alarm around her, her newly muscled legs rocketing her forward.

The metal club rose and with a strangled scream of effort Ryoka brought the bat down on the centaur.

The metal whipped through the air with enough force to make a normal human splash if it connected. Instead, a single slender arm came up and a hand casually opened.

The club rung as it landed in the centaur’s grip, vibrating so badly that it numbed Ryoka’s arms and hands and ripped free from her fingers.

She gasped as she fell, tripping amongst the maids, landing on a bed of soft bellies.

Struggling to steady herself, she managed to look up from the bed of softness at the centaur looming over her. To her surprise, the centaur seemed to have snapped out of her trance. Her expression wasn’t quite what she had expected from the impossibly dominant centaur however.

“Wh-what are you trying to do! Why are you attacking me! I didn't do anything to you I- I just need to fuck!”

She blinked in surprise, the centaur seemed genuinely upset.

Wait, fuck? Fuck the maids that she loved to come down and visit on her nights within the palace walls? Her eyes drifted to the side and she realised a gaped wide pussy was right next to her face, its walls clenching as though hungry to be filled, but by nothing that she could offer.

A trickle of white was oozing from the twitching cervix within and it slowly dawned on the teenager that all of the maids, all off them, weren’t somehow suddenly pregnant, but filled with the centaur’s sperm. It was such an impossible thought that it just hadn’t registered.

She could never do such a thing to them.

Fury filling her body she shoved the maids aside and struggled to her feet.

“I don't give a shit if you say you need this, that's bullshit! You're ruining every maid in the goddam palace! How am I supposed to fuck them when you’ve stretched them out so much!”

“Oh Ryoka, is that why you’re upset? D’awww! It’s okay, I can still give you a handy if you like? It wouldn’t be a bother!” said a maid with blonde hair by her side. She recognised her as having come to her bedroom several times in the past, eager for what the teenager could offer, she was regularly left screaming into Ryoka’s pillow

Ryoka tried to imagine that now. The maid would be more likely to read a book as Ryoka thrust at her gape than scream, failing to even notice her penetrating her.

And a hand job? She imagined going from making the maid howl her name, making her claw at her back, to sitting awkwardly while a distracted maid masturbated her, barely paying attention as she had something more equine on her mind. That was not something she wanted to even consider experiencing.

“NO!”

She roared with anger and leapt at the centaur, her body already adapting, growing stronger, yet stronger, stronger than she’d ever been, steam wafting from her skin as she grew in mass, biology working to its extreme.

She would obliterate this centaur with raw power!

But then the centaur’s hands reached out and snapped around her forearms.

It was like being gripped by a moon, and about as possible to move.

It couldn't be! All her strength and-

She pushed her adaptability further, yet further still, her bones changing, becoming stronger than dwarven metals as fresh muscle became even denser, she was far past Tarra in power now, she doubted there had ever been a legionnaire in the dragness’s legion as strong as she.

The thought would have made her smile, but for all the changes, for all her adaptation, it just didn't seem to matter. The centaur looked about as bothered by her attack as if she was being pushed at by a kitten.

Ryoka screamed her frustration. This couldn't be happening!!! THIS COULD NOT BE HAPPENING!!

In a fit of teenage tantrum she opened her mouth and her impossibly long tongue lanced forth like an attacking snake, her tongue struck out and went… directly into the centaur’s eye.

There was a frozen fraction of a moment where Ryoka thought she had finally done something, something to show she wasn’t weak, but then the centaur cried out in pain and flung her arms.

Ryoka was standing amongst the maids and then before she could even think she was spinning through the air so fast that she made a dozen flips in half a second.

She shot across the room as though launched out of a high tension trebuchet and crashed directly into the dragoness’s pussy, the soft surface rippling and wobbling as she struck, the labia partially opening to take her inside, her lower body slipping in entirely and being enclosed by softness.

She blinked as she realised where she was.

Inside her boss’s pussy.

She decided this was probably not a good development for her future promotion prospects.

Then she decided she might have more immediate problems as the pussy began to flutter around her and a great palace shaking groan came from far away, echoing up and down the palace corridors.

As the groan came on the pussy gripped Ryoka so hard she thought she was going to die, and likely would have had she not currently been so strong. The rippling flesh moved over her body, and then drew back, deep deeep inside, where something started to open.

Something that had been tightly sealed suddenly couldn't keep back something that had been very very very compressed inside.

Ryoka could only scream as an ocean of white was forcibly expelled and she was carried into the air as the room was obliterated.

-

Tarra woke slowly.

At first, she couldn't open her eyes, something thick and sticky and tar-like had gunked them up. But after a few fumbled swipes at her face she managed to open them, blinking fluid from her eyelashes.

She was in a bedroom, which was odd, because that wasn’t where she had remembered being when she had last been awake, she had been-

She suddenly recalled the horrifying sight of seeing an ocean of white gush from the dragoness’s pussy, filling the space between her thighs. She hadn't even had time to draw in breath before everything was white and then darkness.

Wait, an ocean of white?

She held up a hand and spread her fingers, watching the white substance form dozens of thick sloppy strings between them. She reluctantly realised that the substance that had come out of the dragoness was what appeared to be cum, although how that was possible and where it had all come from she did not know.

The flood that had come out of her Lady Alexandria had carried her off in the current, carried her out of that part of the palace and to another place, a bedroom?

She examined where she was more carefully.

Much of the room was covered in white, staining halfway up the two-storey walls in an inch-thick layer of cum. Above the cum line however, where the flood hadn't touched, the wallpaper looked expensive, gold thread wound into it kind of expensive, and far above it the ceiling moulding was gold plated, and scattered across the ceiling, as if imitating a starfield, were precious gemstones shimmering and glittering in the light.

Clearly this was an extremely extravagant room, an extremely expensive one that only someone with a deep love for precious things would have created.

A sinking feeling appeared in Tarra’s stomach and slowly descended. It reached rock bottom when her eyes alighted on the cum slathered bed, a cum slathered bed large enough for a nine foot tall dragoness in her smallest form or all the way up to fifteen foot on the larger end. It was truly an enormous bed, the size of a room in itself.

This place, it was probably not a very safe place to be in. Only bad things could happen if Lady Alexandria were to awaken and find Tarra in her deepest most private sanctuary.

She calmed herself before panic set in and reexamined the bed.

Half the bed, and that part of the room was piled high with white, a hill of thick viscous white cum that reached halfway up the wall, apparently having been deposited there by the current.

A spiral tail moved amongst it.

It was Ryoka, the Chameleokin.

As she watched the teenager’s head lifted free from the cum and she drew in great breaths, her face coated in thick semen, strands crossing her wide open mouth.

“D-dammit Tarra, get me the hell out of this stuff!”

Tarra decided she very much did not want to do that.

“Why in the hell would I help you, you little asshole? Use your adaptability, grow gills or something, gods!”

The Chameleokin, shook her head, droplets of cum flinging from her matted down hair.

“I- I can't! S-somethings wrong!!!”

Tarra paused. Now that was interesting. Did the Chameleokin’s ridiculous ability have some fatal flaw that she wasn’t aware of? If that was the case then perhaps she could exploit it and teach the little brat a lesson, that and regain her place as number one under Alexandria.

She approached cautiously, trying to see what was wrong with her.

It didn't take long to see it, her back moved and an arc of breast pulled from the schlucking oozing mass of cum. Mass, and then more mass, her cum soaked unitard stretched desperately over the soft shapes.

Tarra’s lips parted as her eyes widened. Ryoka was pulling free a pair of teats from the cum that would put a cow to shame. She had been petite before, now her soft milky breasts were larger than watermelons.

They slipped free from the cum along with Ryoka and the teenager flopped down on the part of the bed that wasn’t piled high with cum.

She panted desperately, limbs weak. An odd sight to see when Tarra knew she was so powerful. The question was, why?

“Why… why have you enlarged your breasts Ryoka?”

The teenager wiped cum from her eyes and glanced down.

“I- I didn’t - this is…”

She frowned and furrowed her brow, clearly trying to reverse her adaptation. The teets remained.

“I can't seem to m-make myself go back...”

“Hrmm.”

Tarra approached and then darted out a hand. She grabbed the teenagers wrist and with a yelp she dragged her fully from the great mound of cum.

Her breasts weren't the only thing to have changed, her hips had become wide, very wide, and her thighs very very thick. Where once there had been slim practical lines there were now sweeping pleasing curves built for breeding.

The teenager looked ready to be a mother at the drop of a hat.

More, her once eight-inch cock now reached down to her knee, a good twelve inches of fat dick stretching out her unitard.

Interesting. Very very interesting.

“What- what is happening to me!?”

It wasn’t hard to guess. The teenager’s body had taken it on itself to adapt on its own, adapt for breeding. The cause of that was obvious, they were surrounded by sex sex sex, hormones and more filling the foggy cummy air, seemen touching every part of the teenager’s body, cum even trying to crawl through her unitard to get at her pussy.

The teenager had changed both to be bred by a good dick, and to breed herself, her already large penis swelling in size, readying to be plunged into a girl and ejaculate over and over, because that was what her adaptability thought was needed in this environment, this breeding environment, an environment so concentrated on breeding that it had overridden the teenager’s ability to direct her body to do anything else.

Tarra stared at the length as she pondered this. It was… a lot larger than when the teenager had got herself off on her face, a lot larger. She wondered how it would feel to be pressed against now.

She shook her head, the humidity was really starting to get to her.

Still, not quite sure what she was doing, she put a knee on the bed, and would have put the other too, but then the great mound of cum started to move and Tarra, at last, realised why the mound had formed. It wasn’t actually a mound of just cum, it was a pile of dozens and dozens of maids, dozens of maids piled up on top of each other after the flood of cum had deposited them there.

Wait, could they breathe?

Concerned now, Tara darted forward, grabbing hold of the first hand she saw poking from the thick slathering of cum. She grabbed it and hauled. A pregnant looking girl came free, her rabbit ears limp with cum. She choked and a slurry of white left her lips, pouring over her belly as she sat up.

“Th-thanks!”

Tarra ignored her, already reaching for the next girl.

She worked quickly, pulling and tugging apart the girls just enough for there to be room to breathe. Slick with cum girls spillled over each other, clutching at each other's cum bellies as they desperately drew in air.

It was a disaster scene and a half, with breathy girls spilling across the bed as Tarra worked, girls falling onto the floor, their legs and arms and bodies entwining in the slick slipperiness of their cummy covering. The disturbed cum didn’t seem happy about this, and was slowly moving toward their pussies, oozing inside and filling them larger.

Worse, there were a lot more here than she had realised, apparently the river of cum had deposited nearly everyone from the great hall in this one spot before draining away.

She wondered what had happened to the centaur.

She was just moving a woman with absurdly long legs aside when he found her answer, a blonde framed face, a blouse so soaked with cum it was transparent.

The Oni crouched down and cleared the centaur’s eyes and mouth.

Was she still alive?

She got her answer in a moment as with a cough she awoke, spluttering and spitting cum.

“Are you okay?”

“N-no! Oh god, I need to be in someone, it’s too much, they're too fuuuuullll!”

Tarra blinked. “What are?”

The centaur gave her wide worried eyes and then glanced downward.

The Oni followed her gaze, down her body, down her horse part and between her legs where two white orbs lay.

She had thought them cum bellies of yet more maids, but looking now, as cum started to slough of them, she realised her mistake.

The veins on them stood proud, and the surface looked as hard as iron. A pair of testicles that defied belief lay between the centaur’s legs. A pair of testicles that rumbled and growled, and as she watched inched larger.

“Wha-WHY ARE THEY SO LARGE!?”

“It’s the collar, on my- on my p-penis! Look!”

And she did look. There appeared to be a band of gold on the base of the centaur’s dick that she hadn’t noticed before, one glowing with pink jewels.

Unfortunately, she recognised what it was.

“Why in the hell do you have a collar designed to imprison an s rank threat on your dick?”

“The head maid! she - it’s her fault- and she can't remove it because it’s broken! It’s refusing to turn off!”

Tarra eyed the thing. Indeed it did not look… normal. Little pink sparks of electricity jumped between the gems and it was vibrating ominously, letting out a low bass buzzing sound.

“You’ve got to break it! Quickly! I can't reach it myself!”

“Uh, yeah, no chance, those things are made by Dwarven Princes to imprison Balrogs.”

“Then I- I need to fuck you.”

“Come again?”

“You need to let me have sex with you!”

The sudden request set her off balance. Not that Tarra was against the idea, her loins were thoroughly stirred up and it had been such a long time since her last lay, being out on campaign tented to cause that problem. Oh, and she had been paying attention to the maids, their extreme bliss, their well fucked state that tickled her curiosity, could she be like that? The sight of seeing her teenage rival so upset by such a thing only made her want it more. She imagined displaying her centaur made gape to the teenager, showing she would never be big or good enough to satisfy her. Imagining the teenager’s dismayed expression was enough to make her wet.

But still.

“Why would I do such a thing?”

“Because if you don't my balls are going to burst and freaking kill meeee!”

A laugh came from behind.

“Hey, you know you're going to have to do it Tarra, you haven't got a choice. As you said, she’s Lady Alexandria’s guest.”

She glared back at the teenager who was casually exploring the new shapes of her changed body, one hand fondling her soft breast as the other moved up and down her shaft.

“What? I’m right, aren't I? This isn’t some door, this centaur can’t be allowed to die.”

“And I would become like the maids,” said Tarra softly.

The teenager froze. She clearly had not thought that far ahead, and now she had the mental image was crashing through her mind.

“Uh, wait, wait a second, maybe she could last until Lady Alexandria awakens, m-maybe we could get some healing potions, splash them over her balls or something… wait, Tarra, wait what are you doing? Stop! I SAID STOP!”

Too late, Tarra turned to the centaur and firmly nodded her head.

The Oni had barely finished nodding in agreement before the centaur leapt on her, eyes wild with a feral hunger. The Oni found herself flung down on the maid covered bed, her sopping clothes ripped away in an instant.

Just as the teenager had found she was able to do nothing beneath the centaur’s insane strength. A strength that vastly outstripped both her and Ryoka. In fact, she got the sense that the two generals in comparison to this centaur may as well be equals, much like in comparison to Lady Alexandria any difference between them was negligible compared to the difference between them and the dragoness.

Just who was this centaur?

The centaur quickly arranged her, lying her on her back, spread-eagled atop a pile of cum filled girls. Of course, everyone and everything was still coated in thick piping hot horse semen and she could feel it moving over her skin, wriggling on a microscopic level.

A shadow moved over her, the centaur. In effect an entire horse, more than an entire horse, which was a lot of mass.

A weight fell between her breasts and she looked down to see a monster of a cock parting her chest, her softness spread to either side of the massive throbbing horse dick, the head as broad as a plate. She swallowed noisily, a little saliva on her lip. She was going to take this entire thing? It was going inside of her?

She suddenly felt like a nervous little bride before consummating her marriage. Which was frankly ridiculous! She was a general in a dragon’s army, a powerful Oni who could crush dozens of enemies singlehandedly, demolishing monsters and commanding hundreds.

She had also recently been made a bratty teenager’s bitch, but she tried to forget that part.

It was a lot of dick for one woman, several times more dick that should be reasonable, but then the maids had taken it fine right? Clearly loving what seemed an impossible fit, their bodies taking massive amounts of length and girth like it was nothing.

Her breathing still accelerated and came in gasping pants as the centaur moved back and the heavy blunt tip was slooooowly dragged down her body, its nubbed surface scraping away a line of cum on her cum slathered abdomen.

Despite herself, she let out a little gasp as the heavy meat fell between her thighs, resting on top the surrounding cum bellies. Tarra’s knees turned inward.

She couldn't imagine being less general like and authoritative in that moment, or perhaps she could as the centaur started to lean, pressing the vast tip against her shiny with wet puss.

Then the centaur thrust forward, desperate to be sleeved in fresh pussy, desperate to ease her painfully overfilled balls, she penetrated the Oni with everything she had, in one brutal thrust.

Tarra opened her mouth to scream but was unable to let out a sound, only capable of watching, eyes popping out of her head as her muff stretched paper-thin around the thigh thick intruder and an obscene bulge rose up her abdomen, her blue skin tenting out with horse dick, her muscular stomach stretching around the unforgiving shape.

Even flexing her abdomen did nothing to slow the long thrusting penetration, her powerful abdominal muscles squeezing down on the horse dick only left them straining, six pack outlined over the shape of centaur penis.

The bulge rose and rose, three foot and seven inches of fat fucking horse dick slowly sliding into her, stretching her like nothing in her life, pressing up between her breasts, this time from inside of her, parting them, it just kept going and going and going! There was always more centaur, more dick scraping her up, filling her, spreading her insides. THERE WAS SO MUCH!

The massive cock bulge eventually came to a stop, the vibrating gold collar pressing up against her clit.

It was then that her senses which had been numbed by the sheer shock of being penetrated came back online.

And the entire sensation of being so massively penetrated crashed over her in one single moment.

“OH!! AHH!! OHhhHhh!!! AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”

She threw her head back and screamed as hard as she could, her white hair flinging around her face, eyes rolling up as lighting tore through her body, every single pleasure cluster activating at once in one singular moment.

Fluid sprayed up from her pussy in a straight line she came so hard, a creamy spray that hosed down the centaur’s under barrel and washed layers and layers of horse cum away in a slurry of breeding batter, rinsing down cum bellies in every direction in masses of squirt as the next orgasm crashed over her mind and her squirting redoubled.

It was too much! Too much! The centaur needed to stop! At least give her time to get used to it!

But despite her legs kicking and thrashing and her ankles drumming against the stallion’s thighs she didn't even slow the centaur from withdrawing, the massive length lighting up her insides with things she had never even imagined possible, pleasure that made her vision swim, and her mind melt, her muscles spasming over and over and over even as the centaur’s hips moved back.

The centaur finished withdrawing, just the head outlined in the Oni’s tummy, then she thrust

back in and it all started over, how was she this sensitive! She was a general and- and-

“Ah,AH, AH! AAAIIHHEEEEEEEE!!”

She squealed with joy, clutching desperately at the huge horse barrel above her.

This was fucking incredible! She’d never felt anything like it in her entire life! Forget Ryoka, no male would ever come close to giving her this!

She completely and fully understood the maids’ worshipful state now.

Behind the happily wailing Oni an increasingly agitated Ryoka watched with furious eyes.

She watched as the powerful Tarra was turned into a feminine cock sleeve, her eyes alighting on the bulge that protruded from the Oni’s stomach, the sheer size of that cock!

She glanced down at her own member. It had grown significantly from her normal state. Her adaptation had never worked in a sexual way before, there just hadn't been the right environment to trigger such a thing.

But it was still nothing in comparison to the centaur, and her jealous envy boiled in her guts.

Her cock throbbed stiffly too. As violently jealous of the centaur as she was.

First the centaur made ruin of her favorite maids, and now she was using her recent conquest in the Oni as her own?

The teenager scowled even as her hands worked her shaft. She needed both hands for it now, her hands were small and her cock was very large.

She continued to masturbate herself as she watched the object of her jealousy, the centaur, turn the Oni into a howling cumming mess.

Her jerking hands moved faster and faster, the comparison was just unfair! She was just so much larger! She worked her shaft until she couldn't take it anymore and with a cry of anger she leapt toward the Oni, her hands slapping down on either side of her head, pulling it back, and thrusting her hips forward.

R-Ryoka- ahn! wha- st-” SCHLURRK!

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as her cock pushed past the Oni’s lips and slid down her throat in one long motion, her neck bulging outward as Tarra was filled with the teenager’s cock, she had no testicles as a Chameleokin herm so her puffy pussy openly smeared against Tarra’s face.

She stayed like that for a moment, just feeling the deliciousness being inside the Oni, her new increased size stretching Tarra more than any girl she had ever been with.

But then a massive bulge rolled up the Oni’s body, pushing up between her breasts, over her sternum, then over her collar bone.

The teenager watched in alarm as the horse cock stomach bulge pressed up against the far smaller neck bulge, the two shapes pressing together, one dwarfing the other.

Ryoka could feel the weight of it, the tip of the massive horse cock pressing through the sleeve that was the Oni’s body, pressing down on her much smaller cock, utterly dominating her.

The teenager’s jealousy flared and she shifted her hips, pulling all the way back until only the tip of her penis was in the Oni’s mouth, then brutally slamming home and bulging out her neck once more.

It didn't help, the mass of horse cock moving in tandem rolled back up, pressing even further up the Oni’s body, gently pressing into her blue chin and forcing the Oni’s teeth to press against Ryoka’s penis, lightly indenting her flesh.

The sensation pushed her over the edge into a jealous tantrum and with a cry her adaptation was forcibly activated.

Heat filled her sheathed length and it stiffened, pulsing as it steadily swelled and thickened in girth and slowly crept further down the Oni’s throat, extending the bulge, passing thirteen then fourteen, then fifteen inches, growing inside of her, gaining huge vascular veins as it became harder and stiffer, discolouring with the pressure she was forcing into it, straining to grow herself larger, to catch up to the centaur, the Oni making muffled screams around the growing length even as she squirted, her throat clutching at Ryoka’s growing length.

With a cry of victory she pulled back and began violently face fucking the Oni.

Yes, her adaptability would save her, save her as it always had, she would grow and grow and grow until this stupid centaur was nothing, her plaything like all that had come before her, her meteoric rise wouldn't stop with the legion, this centaur would fall too! Become her bitch! her toy!

The teenager and the centaur continued to ravage the flailing Oni, using her as their shared fuck toy, filling her with feet and inches of dick, stretching her obscenely, turning her world into thrusting pounding dicks and mind shattering orgasm.

Ryoka grit her teeth and thrust harder, trying to keep up with the centaur, but she could tell that her growth was slowing, despite her forced adaptation.

No! It was too little! She couldn't be stopped here, was this all she could do?!

She keened as she continued to thrust her seventeen inches of girl cock over and over into the Oni’s mouth, Tarra’s lips becoming reddened and swollen as so much meat roughly slid past them, bulging out her throat over and over.

It didn't matter, the teenager’s growth had stopped, and she was still as nothing compared to the centaur even with a cock that dwarfed a minotaur.

“N-nuuu!” she cried out, this couldn't be the end, it couldn't!

She dug deep and pushed everything she had into her ability, forcing her body to change, forcing it to adapt, to overcome.

After a moment she finally managed to get it to respond to her demands, although not in the way she had hoped, her crotch suddenly rippled, the flesh bulging and shifting, and her cock was shoved to the side as a second penis spilled from her mons, a miniature mirror to her first at only an inch long but growing quickly, mass expanding as she continued to thrust into the Oni’s mouth.

Her second cock flopped across the Oni’s chin and neck as it grew, going from a soft thing like a baby carrot to pouring on mass, a forest of veins appearing across its surface as it put on inches, passing six, then eight then ten inches long until it was catching up in size to her first cock.

The desperate teenager looked down at it. Would this work?

But then, to the teenager’s horror, the beast that was the Oni’s tummy bulge crashed into her second penis, knocking it aside like it was nothing, the taut skin sliding across her freshly made and sensitive penis.

“FUuuUCK! HNNYAAAAAA!!”

The touch tipped her over the edge and she cried out as she slammed home, unable to hang on any longer with her sensitive trigger and she ejaculated down the Oni’s throat, strings of cum spraying directly into the Oni’s stomach. An astonishing amount of cum for the teenager and more than anything she had ever cum before.

Her second cock, now as large as her first, jerked and bucked too, long lines of white being painted over and over down the Oni’s body, the shifting tummy bulge painted in fresh lines of opaque semen.

It didn’t last. One moment her output marked the Oni as hers, and the next the horse cum that was still splattered over everything was pouncing on her cum, taking it, absorbing it, like a predator consuming its lesser prey.

The teenager could only look on, her mouth hanging open as all her efforts disappeared like they were nothing.

Above the centaur didn’t even notice she had cum but was rapidly coming to a peak herself, her thrusting becoming arrhythmic, faster and faster until she cried out.

“Oh GAWWWWWD!!”

SHHPRRsch! Spllrcch! SHPLRRRt!

The Oni’s belly bulge surged outward as thick heavy centaur cum sprayed into her, the tip of the cock bulge level with her neck bulging out further as a heavy rope of cum stretched her beyond, the bulge that the teenager left in her neck quickly covered by the cum mass and then spilling over her base of her cock before sloshing backwards down the Oni’s body, her tummy rapidly rounding as she was filled, passing six months pregnant then nine then beyond, her belly button popping into an outie as the pressure built.

The teenager looked on with shock as the Oni’s stomach swelled with cum. It made her ejaculation look like nothing. Just how large would Tarra get? How fecund with horse cum?

The expansion was abruptly cut off however with a buzz of electricity and a flash of pink light across the base of the centaur’s cock. The ejaculation instantly stopped and Tarra’s growth halted, looking heavily pregnant with at least twenty babies, her belly now pressed up against the centaur’s barrel and well to either side.

With a groan of agony, the centaur pulled free from Oni’s pussy, a long shlucking queef filling the air as the Oni’s labia desperately clung to the horse dick, reluctant to let it leave.

It couldn’t stop it however and three foot and seven inches of thick dick was dragged free from her clinging swollen folds, the tip thudding down on the girls below as it came free, a waterfall of sloppy horse cum gushing across the girls bellies before the cum began to move on its own, climbing inside their gapes and heading toward their wombs.

Ryoka followed suit, slowly easing her seventeen inches from the Oni’s mouth leaving her gasping for air, her eyelids fluttering like butterfly wings, a few last little dribbles of cum left on her lips and mouth. Ryoka flopped back and glared up at the massive centaur.

The centaur and the teenager’s motions caused the many girls now freshly slick with cum to shift, girls slipping out from beneath the general and the Oni rolled over on top her belly with a moan, legs hanging limply over her own cum belly.

Tarra’s inside were left steaming and open to the air, twitching and fluttering in orgasmic aftershocks, an obscene drooling gape between her thighs that a cantaloupe could easily fit inside without touching the walls.

She had been stretched far beyond what any other male was capable of.

“It’s not fair, you’re cheating somehow! How did you cum so much!”

“Th-that wasn’t me cumming!” moaned the centaur, clutching her head as she shook it side to side.

“... wait, what do you mean, you made her huge!”

“Th-that was just the first little bit! I- I can’t- I- I need pusssyyyy!!”

The centaur lunged for her, and the teenager yelped in alarm, desperately trying to escape.

It didn't matter, arms like steel latched onto her ankles and she was dragged up then shoved down on top of Tarra’s buttocks, down until with a shout she felt a thigh thick mass push up between her legs parting her thighs and slamming up against her drooling pussy, squeezing it down and then forcibly pushing inside, tearing a hole through her unitard.

“OH F-FuCK!!! Oh GODS! OHhhHh IT’s so BiiiiiiGGGGGG-AAAIIIIEEHH!!!”

*Skllrtsch!-skllrrtsch!-skllrrtsch!*

She screamed and squirted over Tarra’s legs as her teenage body was stretched around the horse cock, her body abruptly becoming more stretchy, and far far far more sensitive, her vision popping and crackling as the length spread her wide, tearing by her nerves and lighting up her pleasure clusters. The cock tenting out her belly onto Tarra’s rear and back, her black unitard stretching over it until micro tears became visible across its surface, her pale skin peaking through the black.

She hugged desperately at the Oni below her even as her cocks ejaculated over and over, spurts and spurts of white coming from their tips and splattering over the Oni’s belly and legs.

She was supposed to be the dominant one; she was supposed to be the rising star!

Instead she was being used to relieve a pent up centaur.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, each long stroke caused her belly to tent out further, scraping along the Oni’s spine then her shoulder blades and neck. The unitard struggled valiantly but with each thrust more and more oval tears appeared across it until the a terrible tearing sound it shredded apart, her unitard now open entirely on the front, her new expansive breasts flopping free and pressing softly against Tarra’s back.

She couldn't take all these new sensations and found her two cocks slipping inside the Oni’s gaped out pussy as she was shoved back and forth by the centaur’s thrusts, the Oni’s expansive gape easily taking her lengths at once with space to spare, the two things taking up less than half the width.

Her cocks slid along the walls of the gape, bouncing and skipping as they moved across her folds before crashing against the cervix at the back eliciting a spurt of horse cum that sprayed over the two dicks lubricating their passage as they slapped around inside the Oni’s gaped pussy, little things in comparison to the monster that had come before.

Tarra didn't even seem to notice that she was being fucked by the teenager, which only made her jealousy of the centaur flare further.

Her increased sensitivity made the teenager cum very quickly of course and she painted lines of white up the walls of the Oni’s gape, spurt after spurt, only for her best efforts to be absorbed by the more aggressive and dominant centaur semen.

Her adaptability was spent, she had lost, and she hadn't even come close to the centaur, and now she was her little fuck sleeve.

The centaur moved into long plunging strokes, sleeving the teenager repeatedly, bulging her belly out so that it crashed against Tarra’s hair and neck, smearing her sopping hair across her blue skin.

The centaur thrust, desperate to cum even as the teenager ejaculated herself over and over, every other stroke from the centaur causing her to squirt from her pussy, or to spurt little strings of sperm into Tarra’s gape, her mind slipping into a stupor of extreme pleasure as the two kinds of orgasm battered at her sanity.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the desperate centaur was thrusting arrhythmically again, her strokes becoming rough and brutal, her voice becoming a keening wail as her cock was sleeved by the teenager’s pussy.

The centaur whinnied and pulled back far, leaving the teenager’s two cocks just inside the Oni’s gape before plunging back into her.

Ryoka’s belly bulge surged outward… and slammed directly into the open gape of the Oni and then inside, Ryoka’s two cocks were thrust inside too, spreading either side of the bulge, squeezed up against Tarra’s pussy walls by the much larger size.

She howled as she felt her two cock squished against the walls of the Oni’s cunt, parted either side as she was used as both a cock sleeve, and a dildo, to fuck Tarra.

Yet even as her cocks sprayed and sprayed and sprayed she felt the immensity of her stallion master rumble, her vast balls hiking up and then releasing.

The horse cock swelled in grith as uncountable gallons surged up the shaft and sprayed into Ryoka’s womb, instantly making her expand in size, spilling outward and filling the already cum filled womb of Tarra.

The three of them howled together, the centaur ejaculating gallons of thick heavy horse cum as the teenager’s two smaller cocks bucked and came in the space they were squeezed into in the Oni’s pussy, her labia stretched around the shape of not only the horse dick belly bulge but the teenager’s two dicks too.

The teenager’s belly expanded inside of the Oni, her womb rapidly filling the womb of the Oni, and because of that displacing the horse cum that was already inside of her.

With no place to go it was forced back out, and Ryoka found her two cocks instantly drowned in horse cum before it exploded from around Tarra’s pussy lips, gallons of cum spraying down Ryoka’s front and legs as she filled the Oni more and more, thick gloopy white covering her skin inches thick.

The centaur screamed as she came, desperate to fully ejacualte, but, as usual, the pink light around the cock collar surged bright, the collar activating, already shrinking down like a vice to cut off the testicles.

This time however, there was a difference, Ryoka was cumming over and over into the confined space of the Oni’s pusys walls, her cum slipping around and coating her own belly bulge that was fuckign the Oni, the massive horse cock just below her own flesh.

The horse cum seemed to sense this, and as if outraged that the teenager was allowed to be inside its broodmother it surged and with the force of trillions it finally pushed past the ring of gold.

The buzz from the collar became a shrill sound, buzzing and crackling, cracks appearing across it, the collar overloading, sparks of pink spraying in all directions.

And then.

It broke.

Gold shrapnel blew in every direction as the centaur let out a guttural roar, her backed up balls suddenly free to drain, drain into the unprepared pussies of the two girls

Her cock put on inches of girth in an instant as so much cum came through and the teenager’s cocks were crushed tight against Tarra’s pussy walls.

Not that the teenager had time to feel it, her brain was now only a storm of pulsing snapping pleasure, her womb a lake of horse cum, her pussy continually squirting in long pulsing sprays as she ejaculated and just didn’t stop.

The Oni below was not doing much better and their fountaining pussies sprayed in tandem, their howling joining into one chorus of aching pleasure, legs twining together as they were made one below the centaur.

Tarra and Ryoka’s combined bellies swelled outward, the teenager inside of her senior, thrashing as she expanded.

The Oni’s blue skinned tummy spilled across the bed, rolling over naked limp maids, her ever expanding cum belly weighing down on their cum bellies and forcing their cervixes to open wide, horse cum spraying from their gapes over their bodies as their wailing joined the chorus.

The Oni expanded larger and larger as the centaur was finally unleashed, free to cum and cum and cum.

Already the blue mass of cum belly had filled the bed and was spilling over the edges, reaching the floor and rolling across it, maids disappearing from sight as their cum bellies were pressed down beneath the soft blue mass and they were trapped beneath her expanding tummy.

The centaur rose higher and higher into the air as the two girls were filled, her bucking thrusting cock filling their wombs fat.

The soft mass of tummy continued to roll outward, as long awaited surge after surging rope of cum gushed into her, flattening furniture and crashing up against the walls, reaching wall to wall in the room, then rolling up them as more barrels of cum sprayed into her with every passing moment, lifting them higher higher, ten feet of the ground, thirteen, fifteen.

The three of them cried out as the gem speckled ceiling came close then pressed into them, the girls expansive belly raising them then flattening them against the ceiling.

It was just, the centaur hadn't stopped cumming, and the pressure became immense, until with a cry she thrust her hands up and the ceiling ripped asunder, floorboards and plaster and gems spilling down the blue sloping belly as she rose higher, lifting up iino the room above, appearing from the floor of the next room where a startled butler looked on in surprise.

Not for long though because he lost his footing, the entire floor curving upward as Tarra’s vast cum belly rose from beneath, the floor sloping up toward the centaur as she rose on her mount.

The floor didn't survive long, planks shattering and cracking, flinging into the air as the girls’ belly grew and grew, blue appearing amongst the wood until all the floorboards were ripped up and resting on the still growing arcing slope.

The centaur keened as fresh surges left her, filling the generals more and more and more, the furniture falling to the edges of the room, as the blue slope continued its rise.

It was as the walls were starting to crumble and the three of them were headed toward the ceiling of the room above that they realised the palace might be in a little bit of trouble.