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Previously on centaurus: Ruby, Sarah, and Tami hatch a plan to take terrible vengeance on an unknowing Flora. Their plan was almost interrupted however by a pair of adventurers, Orcs who became incensed when it was revealed to them that Tami was able to level without risking her life. After an agreement was made to defuse the situation the plan went ahead, and Flora ascended into pleasure 2.0


Now, chapter 43:


"See, I told you I was right! I told you it would work!"

"You can stop being so smug Lucy it clearly didn't work the same way."

"It... mostly worked."

"If by that all the growth that was supposed to happen went into her balls then yeah, it worked. Oh, and it lasted no time at all."

"It wasn't just that, her coat went red and- and- she became super aggressive, and dominant!"

"...Admittedly I do like the sound of that last bit, being able to make a super aggressive wild Fey on command, all animalistic and brutal like, that is so hnnnff! But that's not what happened with the stallion when you tested it, you made that horse grow."

"Amazing right?"

"Not if it doesn't work on centaurs."

"Hold on Tami, we don't know that's how it works."

"Of course that's how it works!"

"Well, could you always do what you do now? There's such a thing of leveling up you know."

"Uhm, it was only gear zero, same as the stallion, I can't go higher gear than that yet."

There was a pause.

"How… high does it go?"

"I'm not sure, more than a few probably.

"Hmm. Well even if it just means even bigger balls that's good, that means more cum."

"Not right now though. Have you seen her? I think Fey might shrivel up into a raisin if she cums anymore."

Fey let out a weak groan hearing that and opened her eyes. She unfortunately had to agree with the words. Twice at the palace and then this she had cum her soul out. The centaur felt as dry as a desert, like a soaked sponge that had been wrung out until there was nothing left.

There was a noticeable weight on her back, the human? She struggled up from where she lay atop Flora and turned to see her. Lucy bit her lip and waved shyly back.

Fey's eyes wandered down to see that her now returned to normal coat was soaked underneath where the teenager sat. She could even see the teenager's swollen pussy through her skin tight leggings, a large camel toe, the two puffy sides of her puss and a nub at the front where her clit stood proud. The thin leggings were so soaked through in fact that she could make out the swollen redness beneath.

"I didn't say you could ride me."

"Uhm…"

"I don't even know who you are…"

"T-Tami's friend! Oh gods please don't be mad at me!"

"Calm down Lucy, look you're making even more of a mess."

Lucy glanced down to see the growing wet stain on Fey's back and jumped up with a yelp, apparently not having realised how messy she had gotten. She landed on the smooth pale surface to the side, barefoot along with Tami, Ruby, and Lucy who were also barefoot, the surface indented slightly below their feet.

Small clouds of dust could still be distantly seen at the edge of the smooth blemish free surface and Fey reluctantly realised that Flora's pregnancy had grown quite a bit. The teenagers and herself were very small on her incredible vastness.

Apparently the teenagers were standing around her for a reason and Fey blinked as she felt something loop around her back hooves.

"Sorry Fey, but you're kinda in the way, we can't get at the valuables with you like this."

"Uh…"

The ropes on her hooves pulled backwards and Fey found herself slowly sliding bit by bit over Flora, her hands slipping against the gnome's breasts as pink hair emerged from beneath her barrel.

She caught a glimpse of the gnome's expression and wished she hadn't, only the whites of her eyes were visible and her hair was so frazzled that locks of the stuff were lying in her foam-filled slack mouth. Not that the gnome was conscious enough to notice. She was unmoving apart from the occasional twitch that rolled up and down her body.

The twitching increased as Fey's flaccid length came free with a gush of horse cum and Fey slid between the gnome's thighs, lubricated on her plentiful fluids, given a front seat view to the gnome's violently gaped pussy, the slick thing fucked bright red, a massive cavern that still rippled and trembled as though clutching at a phantom cock no longer there.

Fey found herself coming to stop on a slathered layer of cum and squirt as Tami released the ropes.

She tried to struggle up, she really did, her hooves slipping wildly on the mix of bodily fluids, made worse by the smooth tightness of Flora's belly below.

After several failed attempts she gave up with a huff.

Instead, she watched as the teenagers ran back and forth, clear rubber tubes being gathered up from somewhere over the edge of the mass that was Flora and ran between her thighs.

The bunnykin, Sarah, Fey vaguely recalled, straddled the insensate gnome's back and began busily shoving hose after hose down in the gnome's cunt.

Fey watched this wondering what the teenagers were doing. They seemed to be struggling a bit, finding that Flora's changed cervix did not want the plundering teenagers to enter.

She watched as they battled with the gnome's pussy, but she had to wonder why they seemed to be getting further away from her, and not only that, they seemed to be accelerating.

Fey blinked and looked down. No, it wasn't the teenagers, it was her, she was resting on a highly slippery slurry of fluids, and unfortunately, that slurry was on top of a very gently curving slope.

She watched with alarm as her sliding started to speed up further, the slope of Flora's belly becoming steeper and steeper.

Desperate to stop her descent the centaur scrambled with arms and hooves, scrabbling at the smooth surface, trying to find something, anything, to grip hold of.

To no avail, the gnome's belly was simply too slick and there was nothing to get a grip on. The centaur watched in dismay as the teenagers vanished out of sight over the horizon of Flora's monstrous size and she began to plummet earthward along with a waterfall of slop from many stories above the ground.

With a cry of fear she managed to twist mid-fall, somehow getting her hooves beneath her.

She still came down very hard.

With an explosive crack all four of her hooves hit the flagstones and they instantly impacted into the earth in four separate craters. Her body shuddered under the strain of so much inertia but thankfully managed to hold together.

Fey stood frozen like that for a moment, in disbelief that she had survived and hadn't gone splat.

Apparently being absurdly strong had more advantages than she had realised.

After a moment she hesitantly stepped out of her four impact points and looked around.

The estate seemed… somewhat normal honestly. A maid passed her by, a basket of towels in her arms, glancing hungrily at her lower half yet ignoring the mass of Flora that was significantly larger in size, more of the estate cast into shadow by the gnome girl.

Maybe it was a little bit concerning that the people who lived and worked on the estate had gotten so used to her extreme filling of girls that it was just normal now.

The maid disappeared and Fey was left alone once more.

She felt… dry.

She was pretty sure her testicles were smaller than they had been in a long time, and her cock was for once fully flaccid and sheathed neatly. Looking at the thing nobody would realise just how terrifyingly large she could be when fully erect.

Her loins weren't the only thing feeling a bit desiccated. She licked her lips and realised that they were dry and cracked.

She needed fluid, a drink.

So she went in search of one.

The estate was vast and extravagant, but it did like to keep things at least somewhat evenly spaced apart and decentralised so she was quickly able to find a kitchen attached to a dining hall.

The maids inside paused in their work as she entered, murmurs and stares breaking out.

Fey ignored them, stepped over to the nearest sink, and stuck her head under the tap turning it on full blast.

She drank, to put it lightly, like a horse, and only pulled back after what felt like drinking more gallons than she ever had in her life.

The maids had apparently appreciated the show and were gathered around her rear end, examining her stallion thighs and balls, cooing and gossiping.

"D-do you do uh, p-private sessions Miss Fey?"

"You can't just ask a guest of the master that!"

"I don't think I could even if I wanted to, I'm, ahem, empty."

"We saw what you did to miss Flora, c-could you do that to me someday?"

"Uh…"

"No! We agreed to pre-cum only! it's the only way to be fair, there's just too many of us and Miss Fey doesn't have time for lowly maids!"

"Sh-shutup! I know you've been working the books, getting into the parties over and over!"

"Lies!"

The maids' squabbling was only broken up by an incredibly loud bellow, one that sounded angry, aggressive.

"CENTAUR! GET YOUR EQUINE ASS OUT HERE AND FACE ME!"

Fey blinked.

"I think they mean you Miss Fey."

Fey wandered from the kitchen, the maids following in her wake, and into the attached dining hall. The hall was full of maids eating at a pair of long tables, maybe forty of them, but It clearly wasn't they who had been shouting.

The audience watching on while they ate had eyes for two maids who appeared to be storming down the dining hall toward Fey.

No, that wasn't it. She furrowed her brow in confusion as she tried to understand what it was she was looking at. The two maids stockinged legs and feet were dangling just above the floor, and their short skirts were hiked up behind them.

Fey blinked as she realised they were being carried.

It was only when the pair of maids came to a stop did Fey see the third person, their head pushing between the two maids' shoulders.

The person had green hair and yellow eyes and as Fey watched a long chameleon tail appeared swaying behind her.

"Fey the centaur. It's me. Your rival."

Fey stared at the teenager.

"...I have literally no idea who you are."

There was an awkward moment of silence.

"Liar! You- we competed! We competed to fuck Tarra senseless! and- and then you shamed and embarrassed me by f-fucking me inside of her!"

Fey stared in complete incomprehension. Had there been a girl with green hair? It was so hard to know, her time in the palace was a blur, so many girls eager to be bred, so many pussies.

"I'm sorry but I don't remember you…?"

The chameleokin's mouth opened and closed, her cheeks flushing red with anger, clearly very upset that she hadn't even been significant enough to remember.

"You- you manipulative psychopath! Trying to trick me into thinking you don't even remember me, th-this is some kind of way to mind game me out of our confrontation!"

The teenager struggled and then managed to push off the two maids who seemed to be attached to her front. They slid forward and then fell to the ground, a pair of massive two-foot long human-like cocks slipping from beneath their skirts and hanging from the teenager's hips.

Fey looked between the two cocks then up at the teenager. She narrowed her eyes.

"You're telling me I'm tricking you? You know I can't touch p-penises, right? If I do then bad things happen to the owner of the penis. I definitely didn't have sex with you, whoever you are, because you stil have your p-penises and aren't six inches tall!"

"You definitely didn't seem to think that when you were ruining my pussy! Look!"

The curvy teenager turned and bent over, her fingers reaching behind her rear and toward her exposed cunny. Her fingers hooked around her pussy lips and she spread herself, exposing her vast gape for everyone to see.

Fey stared at the teenager's insides, her glossy pink donut-like cervix quite visible. It was almost cute.

"That does look like your work. Got a pretty nice preview of it myself with all that rubber."

Fey blinked and turned to find that two of those who were eating in the dining hall were a pair of Orcs and not maids. She realised she knew them, they had been the Arch-Soulomancers bodyguards.

"But that doesn't make any sense. I can't touch males, y-you know two that, you said you read the newsletter!"

"That's true, You read about what happened to those stallions Tami used on her right Shel?"

"Then why not the spoiled palace bitch over here? Look, she's got a pair of cocks to make any male orc rage with jealousy, two of em' even."

Glasha shrugged. "If I had to guess it's probably because she's a chameleokin."

Fey gave her a blank look.

"Well, not that she's a chameleokin specifically, but that she's a hermaphrodite. The brat heres a fertile herm and all chameleokin females are herm."

"I still don't understand. Why should that matter?"

Ryoka snorted.

"'Fertile'. What a joke. And it's Ryoka. Learn to watch your mouth."

Her hand dropped down to just below her navel. She held her hand there for a moment and then a flash of gold light came from beneath her fingers.

Something materialised in her other held up hand, something round.

Ryoka held the thing up. It was a ghostly gold sphere about the size of an apple, one engraved with a heart.

"All chameleokin females have one of these inserted at puberty. It's a magic so powerful you couldn't even begin to understand let alone comprehend it."

Fey eyed the thing. It was true that the semi transparent object seemed to radiate a certain power, a slight heat haze drifting from its surface and the light it reflected split rainbow chromatic at the edges. It was clearly a depiction of a very powerful Artefact inside her body.

"...Why do you have that inside of you?"

Ryoka rolled her eyes. "Isn't it obvious? All chameleokin females are hermaphrodites, virile hermaphrodites, meaning we can get each other pregnant with ease. If this didn't exist then male chameleokins would be bred out of existence in a generation or two. Even with this you will catch married chameleokin girls spending nights together, or forming female only sex clubs."

"Uh, why?"

Ryoka held up her pinky then curled it so it was half its length, a nub. "The males are a tad lacking. I wasn't kidding about the one or two generations thing."

"That's- but you didn't have a choice? They just put that in you?"

"Well yeah, gotta prove the product works on your own species before you can sell it to other species with the same issue. Chameleokin merchant kings aren't incredibly wealthy for nothing. Every species with a herm problem like ours spends vast amounts of money on our permanent and indestructible anti-breeders."

Glasha nodded. "Every year a few orc girls are born with a herm cock. S'why I know what those golden things are, wouldn't be the first batch orcs have bought. You won't hear about it, but pretty much every fertile herm of any species has one of those golden ball things in them Fey, and it sounds like it's powerful enough to block whatever it is you do to guys when you touch them yes?."

"I think I understand, b-but still I don't trust it! what if it doesn't work and accidents happen!"

Ryoka rolled her eyes, stepped forward, and slapped her cocks against Fey's leg, then rubbed them up and down against her, crouching and crouching in a slightly ridiculous way.

Fey looked down horrified at the sight.

But then, after a moment, nothing happened, and nothing continued to happen.

"See, nothing. Nobody can take anything from me anyway, even without this stupid anti-breeder thing in me you wouldn't get a thing from me, I'm too strong."

"Uhm I see. Could you maybe take your penises off my leg please?"

"Tch. whatever." Ryoka stepped back, her cocks waving madly. "Anyway this proves you're the liar, you totally took advantage of me at the palace and cheated when I wasn't ready, it wasn't a real competition, it was a fake one."

The teenager strode over to the two maids who were just sitting up on the ground. She grabbed hold of one and dragged her along the marble before picking her up and slamming her down on the dining table. The two orcs made alarmed noises as the plates rattled and their drinks sloshed.

Ryoka ignored them and hiked up the maids skirt revealing her clearly Fey made gape.

"Tarra is still sulking after the boss drained us so I had to get some stand-ins for her which we can compete over. It will be simple, yeah? We fuck these two maids and whoever they both prefer wins. Phobe for me Olivia for you."

The other maid, a squirrelkin with long aubrun hair, looked up at Fey, a hungry light appearing in her eyes as her fluffy tail wagged behind her.

"Get to it Olivia. Look, she isn't even hard."

Fey backed away hesitantly just as the squirrelkin pounced, launching herself beneath her barrel.

"I-I d-don't want to join your competition, sorry but it's not for me!"

Her words wobbled as she felt the squirrelkin below her barrel bury her face in her wrinkled sheath, the thing easily as big as the girl's head, the red lipstick she wore already making kiss shaped prints on the thing.

Olivia moaned as the overwhelming concentrated musk struck her nose, her tail flagging up with arousal and lifting her skirt, revealing her open gape to the audience of dining maids watching with interest while they ate.

She pressed her face into the folded flesh, her eyes fluttering as she drew in air. Already rivulets of her juices were rolling down her stockings, her gape moving as her pussy fluttered, excited that Fey was near.

Unfortunately for Olivia no matter how much she licked and kissed and nibbled and sucked, Fey's cock seemed determined to remain flaccid and sheathed.

The squirrelkin quickly became frustrated with the lack of the response, really, not even slobbering on the centaur's balls produced a reaction!

She drew back and brushed aside the hair that had fallen across her face and looked up at the enormous centaur.

"D-do you not want me?" her lower lip wobbled.

Fey sighed. "It's not that, I'm just… a little...spent."

"Hah! How pathetic!"

Fey's eyes were drawn to Ryoka, the teenager was between Phobe's thighs, a twenty four inch cock held in each of her small hands.

She turned to the bunnykin maid and flipped up her skirt exposing her cavernous gape. Fey's body twitched at the sight. She was one of hers. What did Ryoka intend to do with her maid?

She watched in a kind of disbelief as Ryoka slipped one then both of her cocks into the girls gape, the size of them so large that she managed to barely touch the sides, although they still flopped down, not quite filling enough.

An audible growl came from her balls as she watched. Something deep and dark stirring to life within her, something protective of her girl, possessive.

Olivia who was busily mouthing the tip of her sheath cried out in alarm as flesh suddenly started to spill into her, pushing past her teeth, rapidly expanding flesh. Already her tongue was squished flat as more and more horse cock swelled into her, stretching her lips into a tight o shape, then larger, growing from an o to and O as she was spread around the unstoppable thing.

She scrabbled madly at the base of the cock as it grew into her throat, distending her neck obscenely, the size of the bulge in her neck thicker than her neck itself.

The bulge kept on, rolling down into her chest, into her stomach, part of the knobbled tip seen silhouetted in her belly.

The maid began to rise, impaled on cock, her teeth indenting the surface, her stockinged legs kicking frantically at the air as she clawed and scratched at the massive surface, crying out in distress.

Fey lent down and reached between her front legs. The maid's shoeless stocking clad legs flailed past, kicking at her forelegs, she grabbed for them but the sheer panic of the squirrelkin girl made her miss, her fingers slipping off her feet.

"Stay still for a sec!"

The maid maybe slowed a little if at all, but Fey saw her chance and grabbed.

Her hands wrapped around the probably suffocating maid's ankles and she hauled her forward.

Her mouth slooorped back in tugs, each yank on her ankles pulling ten inches of cock from her mouth, and each pause was marked by a bright ring of red lipstick printed on Fey's cock.

At last the maid came free with a wet gasp and was left dangling from her feet as fey held her up in the air.

The maid was a mess, and she looked up at Fey guiltily, unable to stop a small precummy burp escaping as a mix of drool and precum spilled from her mouth and spattered on the marble below.

"You need to be more careful if you're not experienced with oral."

"S-sorry!"

She turned the maid over in her hands, holding her up by the hips and looking her over.

Fey felt, well, not dried up anymore, that was for sure. The sight of one of her girls being fucked had stirred the engine of her body to life. It apparently didn't understand that the chameleokin was infertile and just saw an attempt to breed one of its brood mares.

Ryoka's thrusting into Phobe hadn't stopped and Fey found her blood starting to heat, watching as those two huge cocks slopped and flopped around in the maid's gape.

Ryoka wanted a competition? Fine. Even at her weakest she could destroy pussy better than this upstart teenager.

Olivia found herself being slammed down on the table, her skirt flipped up as her legs were spread. Then a great shadow fell over as Fey lifted her upper body up onto the table, her powerful front legs coming down either side of her head.

Olivia gulped as the mass of horse cock slapped down on her front, the head pressing down on her breasts and her squirrel tail curled up between Fey's thighs, fluttering fearfully against her horse balls.

"Y-You don't have that lock on the base of your p-penis this time?" said Olivia, leaning her head back to look up at Fey.

"Ah, I don't, uhm, s-sorry but I might fill you, erm, a lot more than last time. I think my pre fills girls more than what you probably got at the palace, and neither are like when I really cum."

If words could be candy the squirrelkin looked like she'd just arrived in the candyshop of her dreams. Her eyes sparkled up at Fey, her imagination teasing wild imagery.

"B-breed me Fey, I want your babies! I want all of your babies! Make me so freaking big with your cum that I can't move! Make me like Lady Alexandria!"

"Kinda not gonna happen after what I've been through recently," muttered Fey under her breath, then louder, "I'll try my best?"

The squirrelkin wriggled in anticipation, hugging the enormous cock with thighs and arms and kissing the tip, adding more lipstick kisses to its surface.

"Take care of me Fey," she moaned as she lapped at the urethra.

"Uhm, s-sure."

Shel stood and lifted a mug.

"On my word we will begin this grand maid fucking competition and the winner will be crowned, uh." She turned to her side. "Hey Glasha, what the hell are they fighting for?"

"Obviously to see who is more dominant and the superior breeder. The winner takes all nearby females for their harem."

"...Wait what the fuck, doesn't that include us?! No way am I ditching Fey here for that little brat."

"Even if she can fuck you harder and better and fill your womb fuller?"

Shel seemed confused by that suggestion. "It's Fey though."

Glasha shrugged. "Stranger things have happened. How big is your harem anyway Fey?"

"..."

"Lost count?"

Fey hesitantly nodded. "I d-don't have a harem…. okay I sort of do, but not really! Broodmares, uhm, male centaurs can have multiple wives and that's not a harem! I just b-breed lots and lots of girls, but that's not my fault! they just see or read about me and are curious to know what it's erm, like?"

"More than curious, it's more like a need. Its hard to concentrate on fucking your boyfriend when you can't get the idea out of your head of something much much larger stretching you, something that you have read feels a hundred times better."

"Aye, and after stretching myself on progressively larger and larger dildos, regular orc cocks just don't do it for me anymore, they seem so small now. You end up talking with other female orcs about it and before you know it your being bent over and fucked with the biggest Fey strapon that can fit as everything descends into the most incredible masturbatory orgy, all while the newsletter is read aloud or acted out."

"Th-that's normal with the readership?!"

The pair of orcs shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much. That newsletter is kinda like a virus, once it gets into a female community it spreads and spreads and then every girl spends more and more time frantically masturbating, then masturbating together with other girls as they find something in common to chat and gossip about as they masturbate, and less and less time with their guys who can no longer satisfy."

"O-Oh, that sounds quite bad actually…"

"Bad? Is living your whole life without truly experiencing what real pleasure is not way worse? Dying without know what real sex is supposed to be like? trust me Fey it's not your fault that guys can't give us what we need. We need you to scratch that deep itch we didn't even know was there, it's like some kind of primeval animal female thing that you're awakening, something from ancient times when bigger was always better."

Ryoka sniffed. "That smells like a bunch of bullshit. You just want the biggest fattest cock you can find because you've turned into a bunch of thirsty size queens."

"...Yeah, that's probably true too."

"Enough! start the count!"

Shela blinked and recalled what she had originally been talking about.

"Uh right. On my word we will start the competition to see if Ryoka here can compete at all with the alpha breeder."

"That's not-!"

"On three two one go!"

Ryoka snarled but began thrusting in and out of Phobe, the bunnykin already moaning as the two cocks in her pussy went wild on her senstivie bits. Of course they were only so sensitive because of Fey, but that wasn't going to stop the chameleokin from trying to drive Phobe wild. The noise of the two cocks interacting with so much wetness openness was incredible, a constant slurping slapping, mixed with louder slaps as Ryoka's hips crashed into the puffy muff of the girl, her mons crashing against her clit.

Shrlp-Shlap-SKLAK!- SLRTCH!-Shlap!

Fey was a lot slower to start that the energetic teenager, the exhaustion of so much recent sex dragging on her body.

She trotted her back hooves back a little bit at a time across the marble and the massive horse cock slipped down the maids dress.

Olivia's breathing started out fairly steady but as she watched the log of a dick drag down her front on the way to her pussy her breath accelerated and she started to hyperventilate, her eyes opening very wide.

Her small hands grasped at the lipstick kiss printed cock head, followed it down, down over her stomach and then over her hiked up skirt.

Breath caught in her throat as with a lurch the horse cock fell down, falling between her held up thighs and level with her panty-less rear. Seeing the massive thing fall out of sight almost made her panic, momentarily afraid that she wasn't going to be filled and stretched,

But when the centaur's hips came in and something pressed against her nethers. Going by touch alone it felt like something the width of a plate was pressing against her, not only pushing against her puffy gape but at her bum and thighs as well such was its size.

It truly felt impossible that such a monster could fit inside of her.

But then she knew well that it could. Not only had she taken it once already, she was an avid fan of the newsletter and had spent hours and hours jilling herself silly to it, thrusting her fist inside herself and crying out for Fey. After she had taken Fey the first time she had been distressed to awaken empty. The weight of an enormous Tarra on her belly had pushed all of Fey's seed out of her. It was a disaster!

The other maids and she had commiserated by masturbating together. In the end it had turned out quite exciting as Fey had left them with both supreme sensitivity and amazing elasticity. There had been a lot of fun as they had pushed larger and larger things into each other. Olivia herself had been amazed to find she could take her entire dildo collection at once now, another maid had pushed a vase inside herself, another a jug.

In the end though, despite squirting over each other and making an incredible mess, the maids had found themselves pining for Fey.

Lucky for her and unlucky for them she supposed that she'd been chosen by a recently emptied and furious Ryoka to go on a mission to hunt down the centaur.

It hadn't been hard to trick the teenager into bringing her with her. She'd simply lain on her back and faked howling her lungs out as Ryoka exhausted herself thrusting at her gape.

Admittedly it had been pretty nice when the teenager's cocks started to grow within her to their current size, and she had found herself getting off more than once, but there just was no comparison.

The squirrelkin keened as the enormous log of a dick pushed harder and harder against her small rear. She wanted, no she needed to be penetrated by this stallion cock, and her puss apparently agreed as it bawled lubricant and slurped at the surface desperate to pull it into her.

She didn't have to wait long and her puffy pussy quelched as it was driven outward by the pressure, driven to spread wider and wider, her pinkness parting to hopefully subsume more cock than she could dream of.

A long desperate moan escaped her slightly parted lips, strings of drool hanging between them as her thighs shuddered. The pressure was only increasing and increasing!

And then her pussy reached the horizon of the tip and with sloppy wet schlurrp it schlopped over around the horsecock.

"AHNNHYYYAAAAA!!"

Olivia threw her head back and shrieked as the nobbled tip scraped up her walls, a cock that was so naturally fitted that it felt like it belonged, that she was shaped and moulded for this cock and no other. Fey was truly her breeder.

She let her joy be known with a long powerful jet of squirt that sprayed down Fey's horse belly.

"Oh, looks like we got our first squirter! That's a point to fey!" said Shel.

"She-she's cheating somehow! cheating!"

The teenagers thrusting accelerated, a mad jack hammer, her cocks stirring up the girls insides as they madly flopped about the too large gape.

Phobe suddenly let out a long moan and shivered. But no squirt came.

"And that's the first squirtless orgasm, we award minus one point, a regular orgasm is inferior to a messy squirting mess of an orgasm."

"What the fuck! You can't give me a negative score, that's bulslhit!"

"Sorry, that's just how it goes. You have minus one point Fey has-"

Olivia howled once more, her legs clutching desperately at the sides of Fey's barrel as she sprayed down her underside.

"-Fey has two points."

Ryoka let out a wordless scream of rage and thrust even more violently.

Olivia was rapidly losing her mind underneath Fey, and her clothes too apparently as her tented out tummy ripped through her blouse, buttons bouncing off Fey's underside to go rolling across the dining table.

Her fingers darted down to her stomach, feeling how each delicious thrust pushed deeper. To her surprise each long languid stroke was pressing up within her with enough pressure that her belly button was popping into an outie before popping back as Fey withrew, each stroke creating a round nub over her cock shaped belly.

The thought of being changed to the centaur's shape in such a way made her eyelids flutter and her pussy clench, which only caused the scraping passage of the cock to become that much more effective.

She opened her mouth and moaned like the sluttiest of whores in the worst of heats, a long lurid sound that rolled down the dining hall and caused the audience to rub their legs together and swallow, many hands pushing between many thighs as the audience of maids tried and failed to concentrate on eating.

Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh!

"Three points to fey!"

Ryoka was starting to lose it, her thrusting becoming arrhythmic as her anger rose, her cheeks flushing with exertion.

"D-damn you you piece of shit adaptation! Work for me! w-WoRk!"

And at last her adaptation ability reluctantly did so.

The maid howled as the two cocks in her pussy abruptly swelled in size by another six inches and Ryoka's front was sprayed down with squirt.

But the real change with the teenager was happening below. Her clit abruptly lurched from its clitoral hood, thickening and lengthening, changing as veins riddled across its surface.

Phobe gasped as something small but rapidly growing larger pushed into her gape alongside the two larger cocks. She keened as the two cocks were pushed up by a third cock, one that inched up her passage as it grew, at last feeling the very beginnings of a decent stretch as the three cocks filled her, something that could actually compete with Fey, each two and a half foot long cock working together to scrape up her insides, and having a real effect.

"Oh fuck, that- that's fucking good!" she moaned.

Ryoka herself moaned as she felt her third cock reach its final size, a match to her other two. She began to thrust eagerly, relishing how phobe's pussy rippled over the three lengths, her cervix plopping over the heads as she thrust into her womb over and over, harder and harder until she was surpassing her original speed.

She was rewarded and Phobe clawed at her arms as she reached a peak and squirted a second time, Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! this time a scream escaping her lips.

Yes, this was better. She was fairly sure she might have permanently sprained what her adaptation was capable of by forcing it to work when it otherwise wouldn't, but it was worth it.

She would conquer Fey and make her her bitch. Maids would flock to her side as they chose her over Fey. An image came to mind, one of her sitting upon Lady Alexandria's throne as nude maids clutched at her legs, sitting on and by her, dozens of maids, all hers, and yes even Fey was there, the centaur's cock flaccid and locked in a cage, the centaur looking up at her in worship, her pussy winking and dripping in desire for Ryoka.

"Twelve! No thirteen, fourteen! this is incredible!"

And then Fey would suck one of her lengths as the other girls. Wait- what did she say?

Ryoka blinked back to reality from her sex fogged day dream.

"Seventeen! my god with every other thrust!"

Confused, she turned to see Olivia and between her legs a massive horse cock, the medial ring just squeezing inside with a wet pop as her legs went up, her head thrown back as she squirted.

It didn't stop there, Fey pulled back, ripping the ring from her lower lips, and drove it back inside. The girl howled and squirted once more. Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh!

To Ryoka's disbelief she realised that Fey was making the squirrelkin squirt with every other thrust.

The count passed twenty and her cheeks flushed with shame. She could never do such a thing, she-

No! She turned back to Phobe and began pumping her cocks in and out even harder, the maid's thighs wobbling like jelly as Ryoka put to work all her youthful energy.

But depsite hammering into the girl's puss many times for each of Fey's long strokes she was rapidly being outstripped.

As the count reached into the forties she screamed her frustration, worse she realised she couldn't hold on any longer.

She fell over the maid as her three cocks stiffened and began spraying long and thin strings of cum directly into the maid's womb, pumping blast after blast, nearly a minute of cumming until she finally went limp.

She turned her head as she lay against the maid, just in time to see Olivia be sheathed to the base in a spray of sticky sloppy pussy juice, her pink puss slamming home, the entirety of the monstrous cock inside of her, her belly stretched over her face, her clothing in tatters.

"OOHhh fuuUCK!"- I-CaN't I—aaAAHNNN!!"

The judges struggled to sort one of Olivia's orgasms from the next as she seemed to go into chaining squirt, her entire body thrashing, hands clawing and slapping against the table as she screamed and creamed.

And then Fey groaned over the top of her and her balls hiked up behind.

The top of the girl's belly bulge billowed outward as cum exploded into her, her midriff deforming over so much sloshing fluid as gravity took hold and it washed down, Filling out her stomach as though she was pregnant several times over. And then the next load sprayed into her and she howled as she grew larger.

Ryoka could only watch, her own pussy clenching and drooling with desire as the maid expanded, her dome of a tummy spilling out across the table as it filled the space beneath Fey, with each lurch of the centaurs balls more and more cum tummy came into being, more womb stretching loads high pressure spraying into her most sacred place.

If the enthusiastic screams for more cum were anything to go by, Olivia was in her own personal heaven.

Soon the maid was nearly unseen, only her hands and feet visible beneath the spilling expanse, Fey herself being pushed up and away as what was beneath just kept growing as the seconds passed, her front hooves denting the dome as the maid grew.

Fey was rearing back by that point, the maid's cumbelly well above her head.

The table suddenly let out a terrible groan, the sound of wood failing under extreme load, and Ryoka watched in disbelief as the part of the long dining table the maid was being fucked on collapsed and the enormous sphere of cum crashed to the floor.

Of course this only provided a better angle for Fey as the far end had fallen first, rolling the girl up and sheathing Fey even deeper if that was possible.

The maid continued to grow, her arms and legs wrapped around her belly, fingers and toes making red lines as she clawed like an animal, screaming and howling, the two halves of the long dining table started to be pushed down either end of the hall by her belly, the many table legs screeching as they were scraped across the marble, the many maids crying out in alarm as their food and drinks were knocked over.

Then at last with one final gut busting surge fey came her last and the cum belly came to its final size at thirteen feet across.

Ryoka stared.

Images of her time like this flashed by the teenager's mind, indescribably pleasure, her pussy permanently destroyed, she had woken and found not only her cum belly pushed inside of Tarra, but her two cocks somehow squeezed incredibly tight in her pussy too.

And by tight, that meant very tight, and worse as Tarra had awoken and begun to move she had found herself getting hard.

Tara had panicked as she found herself stretched around the teenager, her hips jerking and twisting despite Ryok's cries for calm, and that had unfortunately sent Ryoka over the edge, and she had found herself cumming in that tight space spurting string after string.

The awkwardness as the two looked at each other had been awful, Tarra realising she had just made the teenager cum against her will, Ryoka would never forget that expression.

But then, somehow even worse than that, the remaining Fey cum in the Oni's pussy had lunged at her own, wriggling and tickling her cock as it consumed her little spurts, even pressing against her urethras to eat more.

After many hours trapped and arguing with the Oni their boss had awakened and then they had been emptied by the dragoness despite their cries of protest. Her shame just seemed to be without end. She just couldn't compete. Her pussy didn't disagree. She could still feel Fey's shape within her, and-

"What are you doing?"

The teenager came back to reality and turned her head to find Fey standing beside her.

"You won didn't you? Leave me alone…"

There was a pause, then;

"What are you doing?"

The teenager frowned and took a closer look at the centaur.

There was something… different about her, that is apart from being no longer sheathed in a maid. She seemed… angry?

It was weird, it was almost like she was looking at a different person altogether, one that was very much incensed.

"I'll ask you one more time. Tell me what you are doing with my broodmare."

Ryoka glanced down at the maid who was lazing atop the table top. She'd almost forgotten she was still inside the maid and she pulled back. Her three cocks slowly eased back from the maid's stretched pussy, rivulets of pure white cum pouring from her cunt, puddling onto the floor below. She pulled fully free with a final small gush of cum and with a sigh reached for a napkin on the table to clean herself off.

Before she could grasp it however a hand reached out, one that gripped her forearm like a steel bar, utterly immovable.

She glanced up at the centaur, suddenly feeling wary. This wasn't like the centaur, there was genuine anger there.

"I- uh, d-did my part of the competition?" she mumbled nervously. "What we agreed to?"

"I didn't agree to this." snarled Fey. "I did not give you permission to touch her let alone- let alone-" the centaur seemed so angry that she struggled for words.

"I-"

The arm moved and Ryoka found herself whipped into the air, her three cocks slapping against her knees as she was slammed down on the table by Phobe.

She looked down in horror as Fey hand slapped down on her belly, green light flaring from her palm, her flesh rippling and morphing as a torrent of healing magic was applied.

"Hidden above the womb. How cruel." growled Fey.

Murmurs broke out across the room as something started to emerge, something metallic and gold. Ryoka watched in stunned horror as her body was opened up and the real and solid golden anti-breeder was physically pulled out, something that should have been impossible without killing the owner.

The fingers of the centaur clasped around the apple sized object and Ryoka's flesh was left to form back with the last of the green light. Her hands frantically darted to the surface, fully expecting extreme pain about to hit her and then a swift death.

Nothing happened. It had been taken out cleanly.

"Y-you almost killed me for nothing you fucking maniac!"

Fey remained silent.

"You risked my life to get at something you can't even do anything with, it's an indestructible curse! not even-"

CRUNCH.

The sound made murmurs across the hall falter to quiet as everyone stared.

Shards of crushed gold fell from Fey's hand and clattered to the marble. The sound deafening to the ears in the pin drop silence.

Ryoka's mouth hung open in disbelief. Her curse had just been-

A hand came down on her midriff.

"Time to go Ryoka."

Ryoka turned terrified eyes on the hand. She had been told what happened, when Fey touched a male, already she could see Fey groaning as her body grew larger, and feel herself draining a-… actually what was happening?

She blinked down as her breasts started to rise, her half blouse straining to contain her rising chest, buttons bursting apart and creating fresh cleavage.

Wait, her cocks!

She quickly sat up, eyes snapping to see… her cocks growing? no it was more than that, the flesh was rippling and at the base of the two upper cocks, they were shifting, her clitoral hood slipping up as they came down and-

Both Fey and Ryoka looked down in confusion as her three cocks became three absolutely monstrous throbbing clits, her cltioral hood stretching paper thin around the base of all three, wrist thick where they were slimmest before they thickened to their widest nearly thigh thick at the mid point and slimmed near the tip, each glossy wet and bright pink and each three foot long.

"What the fuck did you dooooooooo!?"

"Uhm- I d-don't - uhm-"

Ryoka stared in disbelief at the suddenly changed back centaur who had put on about an inch of height. What was even happening anymore!?

And then she began to feel her clits, the sensation of their nerves newly delivered to her mind.

Sensitive didn't even begin to describe them. No clit felt like these. It was as if every nerve ending had been quadrupled, and then quadrupled again, and then quadrupled a third time! until she could even detect invisible dust in the air landing on her clits!

She immediately screamed and her pussy sprayed down the floor in front of her with her steaming cunt nectar.

"Wh-what's happening to her!" cried Fey as the teenager lurched from the table and landed on the floor.

That was clearly a terrible mistake as each clit was longer than her legs and the cold marble pressed against them.

She nearly fell then and there, grabbing at the table behind her as she came over and over, powerful jets of girl cum splashing across the floor over and over.

"Help me! help meeeee!!!!" she cried out as she found she couldn't stop cumming.

"What do we doooo!?"

The panicking fretting Fey was thankfully saved from having to do everything as the fresh arousal of the three heavy clits caused them to stiffen and slowly rise, lifting away from the floor and at a forty five degree angle from Ryoka's hips.

The teenager was left hanging onto the table for dear life, desperately trying not to move for fear of anything touching or stimulating her massive clits.

"Ooh, I think I know what happened!" said Shel raising a hand.

"Wh-what happened?" managed to squeak out Ryoka, careful to point her mouth away from her clits so her breath didn't tickle them.

"Well you're no longer a hermaphrodite for one," said Glasha.

"N-no fucking shit," gasped Ryoka.

"It seems Fey, uh, absorbed that part of you, but uh, I guess the female part of you expanded to take its place instead of just letting you be absorbed. Meaning instead of losing the flesh of your cocks it replaced it with the female version. It, uh, seems like it over compensated yes?"

"That doesn't explain why I feel like I'm going to die from a touch!"

"Well Fey's magic worked on you once, and now you're entirely female..."

"You're saying-"

"Yeah, you've been given a double dose, meaning twice as elastic and twice as sensitive, although in your case that's probably a multiplier. For, made up example, if Fey makes a girl ten times more sensitive, and then for you it's ten times that… or something."

"Oh my god I'm never going to be able to wear clothes ever again," groaned the teenager.

"You'll have to walk around in public like that, pretty much yeah."

"It's worse than that, I can't do anything like this! How am I supposed to fight for lady Alexandria with a bundle of giant throbbing clits that I can't let anything touch!?!"

"Uhm- you-you're leaking a little bit-" murmured Fey looking at the teenager's chest.

The teenager jerked her head at the centaur in anger, "This is your fault!"

Unfortunately the motion shifted her incredibly large breasts that were nearly escaping her blouse and the milk that had been seeping from her nipples and staining the fabric suddenly flung free with a sprinkle.

The drops fell through the air and landed square on the bundle of clits between her legs.

"AAAIIEIEIEI!!! screamed the teenager as she squirted and thrashed, her clits slapping againt each other.

This of course sent her into yet another spiralling orgasm which caused her to move, which caused her clits to slap together again.

Ryoka screamed and screamed as she became trapped in the recursive cycle, thrashing against the table as she orgasmed without end.

Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh!

It only slowed when Fey grabbed hold of her shoulders and steadied her, holding her in place.

She lifted a hand and it glowed with green as she pressed it against the teenager's forehead. The effect seemed to slowly ease her thrashing, but that didn't stop her hips from twisting and her clits slapping against Fey's legs. The magic was instantly obliterated and Ryoka came back to full extreme sensitivity and consciousness.

"Your legs!" shrieked the teenager, and Fey gasped as she realised she was making things worse. The centaur danced away in a panic, legs lifting high.

"How do I fix this!" cried Fey.

"Do that thing again! it was working!"

"I can't without risking brain injury, it broke before I could finish!"

"She's never going to stop cumming at this rate, something needs to be done."

"Eh, that's obvious, just look at that gnome girl, those idiots had to go to extreme measures to overload her."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying fuck her until she's used to being so sensitive, that way even if something touches her clits she won't lose her mind cumming and will just cum a little."

"I- I don't think I can!" said Fey fearfully.

"You just obliterated Olivia here, of course yah can."

"N-no it's not that, I'm just r-really really really drained okay! I couldn't even if I wanted to!

Shel suddenly lunged onto the table, crawling across it with her hands and knees. Her hands grabbed hold of Phobe and spread her thighs as she pulled back her skirt revealing her massive gape.

Dribbles of white cum rolled down the interior of her gape before dripping to the floor below.

"Look what she did to your girl Fey, to your Broodmare."

The sound of a horse cock slapping at the underside of a barrel filled the air.

Fey took a step forward. Her hoof coming down on the marble with a clack. Her nostrils flaring with pent up aggression.

"You idiot Shel, that's the wrong girl you got her worked up on!"

"Nah, watch this."

The orc grabbed hold of the bunnykin who yelped as she was manhandled and dragged across the table, Fey followed angrily.

She lifted Phobe and slammed her down, bending her over the table edge. At the same time the orc's other hand reached out and grabbed hold of Ryoka's neck and dragged her forward, pushing her down so she was bent over the top of the maid.

The taller Ryoka bent over the already bent over Phobe, her clits hung between the maid's legs and Ryoka's gape was presented to the air, her cute cervix visibly trembling in her depths.

"Over here Fey! Look! Pussy!"

The centaur roared and charged forward, rearing up on the table and thrusting forward, spearing her now three foot eight inch length into the teenager's pussy in one go.

Ryoka screamed even as her belly stretched outward around feet of cock, pushing out with nowhere else to go apart from Phobe's own gape as the orc held her in place

The two girls screamed and squirted as one as Fey penetrated both teenager and maid together, her medial ring slamming home then passing with ease past Ryoka's especially stretchy pussy.

In one motion she slammed all the way to the base and Ryoka momentarily passed out as her clits flailed, crashing against the centaur's legs and the table, slapping against Phobe's kicking shins.

The centaur whinnied and reared back, Both Ryoka and Phobe being lifted into the air on cock before coming back down and Ryoka found her clits slapping down on top the dining table, cutlery and plates of food being pushed aside as they slipped across the table top or collided with Feys hooves.

Fey hauled back brutally, Ryoka's pussy so stretchy it was pulled inches from between her asscheeks. And then she thrust forth, Ryoka's and the maid's combined belly bulge slapping aside her massive clits. The teenager screamed and squirted in tandem with Phobe, their fluids washing across the table top, making islands of the plates.

The centaur was lost in a haze of domination, her thoughts animalistic, only the need to breed and fuck driving her, to ensure her seed was the the one to dominate her broodmares' wombs.

She looked down, her gaze red tinted, to see three cocks merging from between her front legs. Her cocks? In her simple animalistic understanding that must be the case since they came from below her and moved with her hips

Clearly these cocks needed a pussy.

Her hand reached out.

"H-hey hang on a sec!" said Shel as a grip like steel hauled her in.

Fey manhandled the orc like she was nothing and thrust her down, spearing the orc on the enormous three foot long middle clit.

"Wai-AIIIEEEEEEE!!!" squealed the orc as her pussy wrapped around the clit.

Fey grabbed for another clit and hauled it into place, aiming the narrow tip for the already stuffed pussy of the orc.

She didn't hesitate and slammed it home. The orc howled but fey didn't stop, positioning the third clit and stretching her pussy obscenely, slippery clits sliding in and out, slipping into her womb, tenting her toned and muscular abdomen out obscenely with the triple shape.

With the height of the orc and the length of the clits plus her own cock's length Fey was able to grip the orc below her and use her as a cock sleeve, slamming her over and over onto the clits as her hips thrust up.

SCHLAP! PLAPTSH! FAP--GLRTSHH! SCHLURK!

The connection between Ryoka and Shel and Phobe made an incredible cacophony of noise, slurping wetness as flesh smacked against flesh, her girls squirting over and over.

It was a mess of girls, a tangle of girls with flailing legs, girls being driven insane by the eager centaur above them.

The tripled howls became as one, fingernails scratching madly at each other as legs kicked out, toes splaying, streams of pussy juices rolling down the table.

Ryoka was quite literally blacking out for a second with every incredible pussy destroying thrust, her insane sensitivity making her vision flicker and flash as her mind went haywire.

"AAIIIHHHHEEE!" came the trio of screams, and many of the maids around them joined in, furiously fisting themselves as they watched.

Even Fey herself joined, back arching as she slammed to the hilt just as she slammed Shel down to the hilt on Ryoka's mega clits.

Fey came and Ryoka for the second time in her life began to expand inside someone, her vision flickering like a candle as her brain was besieged by pleasure. She could only watch in flashed images as Phobe's belly expanded, one foot two foot, pregnant with septuplets, three foot, four, growing between each black out as fireworks crackled and exploded inside her head, the table collapsing under them, still growing.

The teenager only had one thought keeping her sane, one life raft of a thought: She was now a broodmare and she was Fey's.

It didn't take long for the combined cumbelly of Ryoka and Phobe to surpass Olivia, but eventually the great spraying ropes of horse cum stretching her womb came to an end and Fey, exhausted, became almost instantly flaccid, her cock rapidly retreating into her sheath.

Which was unfortunate as in her exhausted state it was the only thing holding her up on the roundness that was the girls.

She slipped back and fell to the marble floor with a crash.

The room fell silent as they all looked at the perfectly still centaur.

"Uhm, did she die?" said one of the maids.

Glasha stepped around the great sphere of cum with her hands on her hips. She examined a softly groaning Fey, her lips in a line, and then up at Shel. The orc was trapped on the side of the cum belly, the three massive clits plugged inside her pussy, thinner at the bottom meaning they couldn't be removed no matter how the orc strained.

"Hey, uh, little help?"

"A little time with some consequence might teach you a lesson sister."

"Wha- you can't just leave me stuck on this brats clits!!"

Glasha smirked.

"I can and I will, and for that matt-

The windows of the dining room suddenly exploded inward, maids screamed, the ground shook and plaster and dust rained down from the ceiling obscuring vision. Someone screamed; "Earthquake!"

Panic was rife and even when the ground started to slow in its quaking the panic didn't calm.

The sounds of crying and desperate shouts for help came from the dust filled air.

A woozy Fey struggled to sit up.

Really she wanted to just pass out, to pass out for several days at least. She wasn't sure she had any balls left at this point she felt so spent and she wouldn't have been surprised to find they had shrivelled up and fallen off.

But her incredible drive to heal and save others lives demanded she move and she shakily rose, muscles straining, as atlast she made it to her feet. She very much wanted to fall down again, but the fact there were those that needed her help held her up, like steel will threaded throughout her body.

A maid with a lacerated face ran by shrieking, blood running down her cheeks. Without hesitation Fey snapped out a hand and palmed the top of her head, a flood of healing magic roared into the maid and she blinked and looked down at herself as the shallow cuts instantly closed.

She turned the maid to face her.

"Bring everyone to me. Quickly!"

Fortunately, if anything, the maids knew how to organise efficiently, and as Fey shot pulses of healing through the lacerated cum bellies of Phobe and Olivia and Ryoka the maids lined up beside her.

Making things quick she strode down the line, her hand brushing over head after head, healing flooding then erasing any cuts or bruises or even old aches or pains or scars. She reached the end with a flourish and turned to see a group of very well healed maids who looked like they were about to start a religious cult in her name.

Fey scratched her cheek and smiled awkwardly. "Everything okay now?"

The cries of yes! and breed me! nearly overwhelmed her and the chatter was only broken when Ellaria came racing into the dining hall, her face covered in dust.

"She's here! She freaking came! I- there's so many buildings crushed beneath her!"

Fey blinked. "Who's here Ella?"

"Only Lady fucking Alexandria!"

Fey felt something cold and heavy appear in her gut, was that fear?

Hesitantly she neared the glassless windows and peered outside.

Flora had apparently gained a rival in size. A second cum belly was resting on the estate, but the owner of this one was much more fitting for its monstrous size.

Alexandria in full dragon form lay atop her stomach, her wings folding over her back, tail and limbs inside the surrounding buildings of those her belly had crushed.

A long neck rose above and a massive dragon head looked down upon the estate.

"Fey Swifthoof. I know you are here. Come to me, my possession."

Comments

Flightsim2

Nice, HYPE for the next chapter^_^

Anonymous

Yea but I'm tired of Flora always getting it and would love more throat fucking and Fey getting bigger and what about Ella?