Chapter 45 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: The band hatch a plan to escape Lady Alexandria who has made it law that Fey is now her possession. Friends of the band along with many of Lily's teddy bears go out looking for willing volunteers to take Fey's load.

They end up with a few more than expected.

Now, Chapter 45:

There were… a lot of girls… a fucking lot of girls.

Fey glanced behind her as an attractive deer girl darted up, lovingly kissed her balls then skipped away tossing a lock of fur into the box as she giggled.

If only she were the only one. Behind her stretched a line that double-backed on itself before leading out the dining hall, girls waiting patiently in line to kiss or fondle her balls. Well mostly patiently. There had been a moment where one had become too agitated and ran out of the queue lunging for her balls with a cry of FEY!

Ellaria had swiftly blasted her eyebrows off with a fireball and practically growled at her. The unfortunate girl had fled in terror, but not before the elf plucked a lock of her hair and tossed it in the box of course.

Things had sped up after that, Ellaria's patience wearing thin as they slowly realised just how many girls had descended on the estate for the promise of Fey. It really was astounding.

"H-how many teddy bears with notes did Lily send out!?" hissed Fey after the first hour.

"A lot apparently. I assume she wanted to maximise the quantity you ejaculate… but still, this is… a great number."

Another hour later and Ellaria completely lost her patience.

She bellowed at the girls, telling them to get a move on or perish, making them practically jog in line. Each girl was barely able to peck or brush at Fey's balls before they were rushing past.

Yet somehow even that wasn't enough to get through the sheer number of girls quickly.

Fey thought it impossible that Alexandria could be distracted for such a long time by Flora's conversation, it seemed inevitable she would notice something was up.

Unfortunately, she had turned out to be correct as the dragoness started to look back at Fey more and more frequently, her eyes narrowing. Did she realise they were hatching a plan against her? Fey shivered in fear.

Her rescue from the dragoness's growing attention had come when Ellaria had gone to fetch someone, a certain minotaur.

"I'm not sure if I should thank you or hate you for showing me such a sight," muttered the elf as she brought her into the dining hall. "So many Feys, so many Feys in one girl… this better not unlock a new fetish."

"We've been doing it every night, with a couple of them, admittedly that was a tad extreme. Those two seem to really like Fey," murmured Baerinda.

"Right…. In any case, here, care not to be seen.'' The elf brought the minotaur by one of the broken windows and they both peeked out.

"That's… a lot of dragon."

"You can do as I asked, yes?"

"Uhm, yeah, but I don't see the thing you want me to do it on."

"One sec."

Ellaria turned to the Lily doll who was sitting on the window sill waiting patiently.

"Let her know, it's time."

The doll nodded.

Baerinda looked between the two in question.

"Just watch."

Outside a distracted dragoness was starting to move her head closer, trying to peer through the window, when something whizzed up in front of her face,

She frowned and peered at what appeared to be a tiny glowing rectangle, making some kind of tinny sound.

"What do you think of this?" came a yelled voice from the direction of Flora, just audible.

"I do not know what this is gnome, something of magic?"

"Baerinda do the thing!" hissed Ellarria.

Baerinda lifted a hand and the colourful rectangle promptly expanded, growing larger and larger until the glowing rectangle became a very very large rectangle, one suitably large for a giant dragoness, a rectangle the size of a full sized wall.

With its increase in size also came an increase in volume and music boomed over the estate.

The dragoness stared in shock, eyes opening wide, but then she cast her gaze around with suspicion.

"Cool huh?!" bellowed Flora

"Magic. Illusion magic. Tell me, is this your doing?"

"Yes!" cried Flora "Couldn't show you properly without it could I? Try tap it!"

The dragoness peered at Flora but turned back to the giant glowing noisy rectangle.

There was a picture of a cookie on it.

The dragoness raised a brow but lifted a claw and tapped at the cookie. A bright sound came from the screen as the cookie crumbled along with some digit in an unknown language. The dragoness tilted her head and tapped it again. Another digit appeared. She tapped it some more, brows rising as things started to happen on screen, awards showering down, cursors appearing to help click cookies faster.

"Curious. This is some of the most advanced magic I have ever seen, such incredible detail."

The dragoness continued fiddling with the rectangle, ignorant to the fact that a huge number of girls were fondling and kissing Fey's balls right below her nose.

It gave them the time they needed as girls continued to pour past Fey's loins.

She glanced over at Baerinda.

"Can't you just do something to her so that we can escape? Make her only see darkness? or us fleeing in the opposite direction?"

Baerinda shrugged. "Doesn't really work on dragons. They have an innate feel for magic. Not exactly much of an illusion if you can tell that it's magic no? She can break any illusion if she chooses to."

Alexandria tapped faster.

They got maybe a half hour of the dragoness furiously tapping at the screen, brow furrowed in concentration, before she got bored.

"A curious bit of magic, but I do not understand its purpose, and the writings are in some foreign tongue I am not familiar with. I suppose that's in keeping with its strangeness," she sniffed.

"Want to see something really cool?"

The dragoness hesitated before lowering her voice, "...yes?"

Fey wasn't sure what she expected but for the screen to become a window to another place she was sure was something she could have never predicted.

"What?!" squawked the dragoness as music and voices boomed from the rectangle. "This is a scrying ball?"

"I don't know," said Flora. "It's always the same, so unless the events are playing out the exact same way, yeah right, then I believe it is scrying the events of the past… somewhere."

"I have never heard of such a magic," said the dragoness looking at the screen, clearly dumbfounded.

Fey herself was having trouble looking away, had Flora really gotten the strange glowing rectangle to show this? She glanced to her side to see Ellaria frowning up at it. It seemed likely she would be having words with the gnome later.

"All these humans, where are the other species?" grumbled the dragoness after a moment of observing the rectangle. "Did they kill them all in this strange land?"

"It's the past right? Could have happened thousands of years ago, maybe other species just hadn't reached that part of the world?"

"Perhaps…" The dragoness blinked as something large and reptilian flapped onto the screen and breathed fire. The dragoness stared at this sight, her lips slightly parted.

Then, after a moment some of the humans spoke and the dragon became instantly incensed.

"Dragon? Did that white haired girl just call that wretched little wyvern a dragon? This is outrageous! Gods above you non-dragons seem to have trouble telling simple shapes and colours apart, is your vision really that poor that you can't tell the difference between a dragon and a ratty little wyvern? I swear there must be functional issues with having such tiny eyeballs to be so blind! I mean it's so obvious! But the number of times I have seen some idiot point and call a wyvern a dragon, UGH! It beggars belief! I mean really, look at the thing, it only has two legs and no arms!"

The next two hours were mostly filled with Lady Alexandria watching the rectangle and going on minutes long rants about dragons and wyverns every time the word was mentioned in an episode.

By the end of it Fey felt like she knew more about dragon and wyvern anatomy than she really wanted to and was very thankful that the line of girls brushing past her balls had at last finally come to a faltering stop.

Ellaria patted her flank to get her attention.

"She's so busy arguing with the thing we should be alright for a bit. Come, it's time for Lily to do her part."

Fey pulled back from the door to find the Lily doll standing on the dining table. The doll cracked her knuckles, which made no sound as they were fabric, and beckoned Fey close.

"The back of you Fey, not the front."

Fey hesitantly turned around and Lily reached out her hands.

"LIMIT BREAK!"

Rainbow mist seemed to spill over Fey's balls and she shivered as a cool feeling washed through her rear and into her sheath. It was almost refreshing.

"Is that it?" said Fey as the mist wisped away.

"Wellll it's active. Now we just need to make the connections." The doll glanced at the box of hair. "Rather a lot of connections."

"How is that done?"

"Much more efficiently than my usual magics," said Lily as dozens of teddy bears heaved the heavy box up above their heads. "Just hold still okay."

Fey watched with alarm as the bears marched the box down the table and then with some impressive effort tipped the thing toward her balls.

She half expected to find her balls covered in the masses of hundreds of girls' hair, but before the hair came close to touching the surface of her balls it simply wisped into rainbow mist, and then into nothing.

The entire box was poured over her balls, and then the box was empty.

Fey felt… peculiar. This magic was unlike Lily's usual stuff. Normally a doll or a bear or some approximation of the target would be used to target the target. But in this case she herself was the link.

She shifted her hips, half expecting something to happen.

"Uhm?

"It won't take effect until you penetrate something Fey, I have a rubber cocksleeve I had prepared…"

"That's… fine," said Fey a little awkwardly. "But there's kind of still a large problem.."

"What's that Fey?" said Ellaria.

Fey lowered her voice and looked guilty. "I can't get it up. I did it too much Ella. I did too much sex."

Ellaria glanced down at the very much still sheathed horse cock below Fey's barrel.

"I am aware of that issue and I had a solution before I was even aware of Lily's new limit break…" She began walking away, beckoning over her shoulder "But first we should get cleaned off, you are covered in dust."

Fey glanced down at herself and realised it was true, her coat in particular had a light sheen of masonry dust on its top side. her balls had of course been protected from this by her tail.

"This kinda doesn't seem like the time" murmured Fey, but still found herself following after the long legged elf.

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Fey's cheeks were flushed pink, her hooves shifting nervously on the wet tile, her hearts thundering in her chests, so loud and powerful that she thought Ellaria must certainly have been able to hear them over the sound of the showers.

Fey's eyes edged to her side, trying not to look while trying to look at the same time. She caught a glimpse of bare skin, a curve, and just that little glimpse boggled her mind because of its sheer raw female perfection.

She was in the showers with a freaking naked Ellaria.

Fey began hyperventilating.

She tried to calm herself, this was silly, yes she had seen her captain naked before, bathed with her too, but this felt somehow different, the elf was standing directly next to her, seemingly on purpose. And they were Alone.

There was very clearly something going on here, something the elf was trying to imply by them being alone, feeding and growing a kind of electric thrilling tension that had always been there, hovering between them.

Fey turned her head slightly, darting a microsecond glance down at the stupendously gorgeous elf.

Breasts.

Fey swallowed and snatched her gaze back, her cheeks flushing so hard they hurt.

Unfortunately, despite seeing her, well, heartthrob crush, completely naked and so close, the centaur found she wasn't getting hard. Which said something about how absolutely spent she had become.

A perfect shoulder brushed against her flank and the centaur physically shuddered.

The elf was just too perfect in Fey's opinion, it just wasn't fair. Had she not been spent she felt sure she would be as hard as diamonds, in fact for the first time she found herself becoming frustrated with her own lack of performance, it almost felt like an insult to her crush that she wasn't extremely and massively erect at the sight of her unbelievable body. It honestly made her feel horrible, guilty even, this kind of beauty simply demanded an erection when seen.

Lost in trying to get hard, Fey almost missed it when Ellaria brushed by her, moving to the drying station.

She snatched more millisecond glimpses of the elf, watching her hands running through her red hair that flowed around her shoulders as warm air washed against her perfect skin from every direction, evaporating beads of water from the recently re-acquired arc of her midriff.

Fey had been with many girls, but there was only one Ellaria.

The elf gave her a small perfect smile as she noticed her watching.

"I'll be waiting Fey." She stepped by and into the bedroom, hips swaying in a hypnotic figure eight, the door closing behind her.

Fey began washing frantically, hands flailing at her shampoo covered body, desperately trying to clean faster. A minute later and she jumped into the drier, dancing around in it like a maniac trying to dry herself off faster.

She leapt out as soon as she could and darted toward the door, quite literally hyperventilating with excitement.

The door opened and she stepped through onto the plush cream carpet of the bedroom, eyes dancing, searching.

Ellaria was there, lazing elegantly on the bed, eyes half lidded.

That wasn't the worst part, the worst part was that she was wearing The Dress.

It took a moment for Fey to realise she was drooling, she quickly wiped her chin. Then she nearly fainted as Ellaria lightly pinched the hem of the dress and casually lifted it revealing she wasn't wearing any panties, her perfect pink pussy on display, slightly parted, heavenly candy for the eyes.

The centaur made a small keening sound. Her loins wanted to become erect, they really did, but she just couldn't, and it physically hurt, her sheath pained!

If she couldn't perform… they were doomed.

The centaur shook her head.

No. Ellaria was here. Presenting herself to her. Ellaria!

Fey took in a deep long breath.

And then she closed her eyes.

When she opened them again she found herself floating bodiless in the void, a vast dark planet before her.

The planet seemed to give off an aura of content smugness, like somebody who was resting in bed after some very intense sex, perhaps smoking a cigarette.

That wouldn't do for Fey. She, unlike this vast endless mass of virility, wanted to breed. She somehow wanted to breed more than the literal sentient mass of pure feral breeding.

She had no physical presence in this space, but that wasn't going to stop her. She and the mass were inextricably linked and if the mass could draw itself down into her then perhaps it could go the other way.

Through sheer force of will she grabbed hold of the massive mass with her mind and began to suck it toward her, a small bulge appearing on the surface on one spot as the planet deformed, being pulled out like soft dough.

This seemed to stir the mass to life and it reacted with a fury as Fey hauled on it, drawing it toward herself, pure hyper virility for her balls, for her length, she needed it and nothing was going to stop her from getting it. There was an Ellaria who needed breeding.

The bulge came closer, becoming more slender as the planet raged.

But she still succeeded.

Just one tiny miniscule touch against that very tip top of that dragged out bulge and she was knocked hurtling back to reality with a gasp.

She opened her eyes as something heavy and meaty slapped up against her barrel and a massive hosing spray of horsey precum exploded between her front legs, clear fluid spraying down the room, up the bed over Ellaria and up the opposite wall in an instant.

Ellaria elegantly wiped away some of the beaded fluid from her cheek. Somehow, despite being sprinkled with pre, it just made her appear even hotter. She smiled, eyes squeezing together.

"Ella!" wailed Fey as she stumbled forward, her cock slapping over and over into her barrel, stiff and ready to plunge into pussy.

Unfortunately, she was a little too excited and she lost her footing and fell at the elf, her front half coming down on Ellaria's midriff as they embraced, her back half falling before the bed. Her cock continued to spray over and over under the bed.

"Ella…" whispered Fey.

Ellaria touched her cheek then brought her hand down to stroke the slight arc of her belly.

"You know this is your doing, Fey."

"Y-you put one of Flora's eggs inside of you again?"

Ellaria rolled her eyes. "No, I'm pregnant for real Fey, with your offspring."

The sound of violently jetting fluid came from under the bed, gallons of precum spraying half way up the opposite wall.

"B-but but how?"

"We've done it once already, Fey. Flora used Lily to have us unknowingly be together."

Fey blinked. "That time with the doll… It felt…"

"Yes. You made me very large."

Even more clear fluid sprayed under the bed, half the cream carpet darkening with precum.

"But it wasn't really real Fey, we weren't embracing, we weren't intimate, and you didn't know."

Fey looked up at her as she hugged the elf's waist. Was it wrong to feel this way about your captain?

"And this will be really real this time?"

Ellaria patted the centaur's head.

"It can't be Fey. I'm sharing you with hundreds of other girls."

"I- I can go get Lily, make her turn it off!"

Ellaria shook her head gently. "It's fine Fey, I've waited, I can wait some more. When we do it for real I want to be bigger and more pregnant than any other, and I want you to be far bigger than you are now, I want to be dominated by your size, to be permanently shaped to you, I want you to be M-Massive." The elf bit her lip as a little shiver ran up her body.

"I- I can try to make you big now! Even if it's divided between everyone, I can try!"

Ellaria smiled. "I know you'll cum for me Fey, cum as much as you feel for me."

Fey nodded, tears in the corners of her eyes as she struggled up.

Ellaria in The Dress adjusted her position. Her perfect legs slowly eased apart and she did the splits on the bed, her dress hiking up over her hips, her perfect ever so slightly parted pussy presented for the centaur. As she moved little twinkles of her feminine lube drooled from her pinkness, rolling in rivulets down her thighs, over her cheeks. Fey stared, jaw trembling in desire, staring at a bead as it cruised down over her perfect soft rear leaving a wet line behind as it darkened the white sheets in a tiny patch.

"HNNNN! I can't wait any longer!" wailed Fey as she leapt forward, front hooves coming down either side of Ellaria who gasped and giggled in delight.

The massive cock head sprayed precum over the elf's thighs as it came up, the tip pressing against her puss, her unbelievably cute clit, then slipping over the top as Fey whinnied and her hooves danced.

"B-back a bit Fey!" gasped Ellaria, pushing down on the broad head with her perfect hands even as pre sprayed between her fingers.

Fey keened and hooked her hips back then pushed between her legs, little squeaks escaping her lips as she felt the elf's small softness tickle then squish against her barbaric tip.

Her horse thighs tensed and she began to ease forward with a groan, unable to wait even a second more.

Ellaria's perfect little pussy slowly eased out, spreading for the massive she-stallion, somehow elegant even as it slipped wider.

The monster of a cock gradually pushed inside, Ellaria gasping and shuddering, her fingers clutching at the hardness as she guided Fey into herself, a long needy ache, at last, being satisfied.

With a soft Shlirpp her labia suddenly and quickly engulfed the head of the cock and Fey cried out as sheer perfection enveloped her. Her mind instantly went back to that time Flora had used the cock sleeve on her, yet this, somehow, was even better. There was just so much pussy… wait… something was wrong.

Fey blinked as she felt things move that weren't Ellaria, other girl's pussies, each grasping and clenching at her length. It was almost as though she had many other cocks and was penetrating many other pussies, no, not just many, hundreds and hundreds. Fey trembled as she was sheathed in so much needy grasping pussy.

She fought back, struggling to focus on the pussy before her, the most perfect, to block out all the others.

She managed it for a moment and muscles that seemed designed to maximise and perfect the feeling on her cock massaged and clenched, pulling her deeper, eager to have more horse cock inside.

Fey couldn't resist. She languidly eased forward, each square inch of Ellaria's pussy revealed to her a whole new world of impossible sensations on her length, truly the pussy of a goddess.

The elf watched with glee as her arced belly shaped around the massive intruder rising from within. So much cock, her fingers stroked and petted at her dick bulge beneath the dress, loving every moment of it. She half wondered if the dress would survive Fey. But then if it didn't she didn't care. Fey was everything.

Fey groaned as the elf's cervix practically tugged her inside her womb and she looked down to see her belly bulge peeking from The Dress, a tented out shape shaped around horse cock rising up between her cleavage, the smooth blemish-free tops of Ellaria's breasts parted by the obscene cock tip shape of her distended belly.

The view was magnificent, they were beyond deeply and intimately joined, body and soul, as one.

She was finally inside of her Ellaria.

…But then the moment of privacy was gone and the sensation of hundreds and hundreds of pussies crashed over Fey once more.

In fact the feeling of hundreds of pussies clamping down on her in layered sensation was enough to nearly make Fey blackout. So many cervixes stretched, so much incredible variety, some vice like, others soft, dozens of different kinds of musculature, uncountable varieties of skill or technique. Some girls shuddering and unable to do anything, others hungrily drawing her deeper.

Despite there being so many many pussies wrapped around her length Fey, to her surprise, could still very clearly feel the most important one very distinctly, Ellaria's. Hers was unique, unique in its insane perfection, a level above all others.

She let out a squeak as she was fully sheathed inside the elf and hundreds of simultaneous pussies clenched down. The multiplied pressure on her penis was intense, enough to crush a lesser centaur, but even with that vice like grip she began to slowly pull back.

It was actually quite difficult, the strength of hundreds of pussies determined to never allow her to leave their wombs pulled back on her and she had to apply a lot of her strength just to get herself free, hundreds of clinging labias rolling over her hardness and veins as she was exposed to air.

The slide back in was almost too fast and she had to physically slow herself down as so many pussys sucked her back inside, her hooves literally being dragged across the carpet by her cock along with her entire body as she was drawn back inside by the hundreds of girls working together.

Below her Ellaria moaned and Fey bit her lip, sorting through the layered sensations she felt and focusing on the elf.

Maybe they hadn't needed to do this thing with Lily, Ellaria on her own felt freaking unbelievably amazing! Somehow far far better than any other girl despite there being so many!

She moved into long sawing strokes, sliding feet of cock in and out of the elf whose voice rose with every plunge until Fey felt her squirt, a gentle spray against her underside, the warm fluid drip dripping from her belly. Somehow even the elf's squirts were elegant.

Slowly the pace increased. Ellaria grabbed hold of her split legs as she lay back and drew them back further, presenting her all for Fey, presenting herself to be bred.

Fey didn't disappoint and her hips grew more aggressive, driving her cock over and over into the elf's loins, the suction of hundreds of pussies thirstily dragging her back in only making each thrust all the more brutal.

Ellaria cried out, her fingernails digging into her thighs as she squirted again and then again,

Fey groaned in response. The sensation of so many pussies, it was just too much! Truly she could spend hours just thrusting in and out of that perfect elven pussy, she could spend days fucking this elf without stop, but the desperate hungry slurping of so many pussies up and down her length on top was driving her over the edge, driving her to madness.

She screamed as she thrust all the way to the hilt, Ellaria crying out beneath her, fingers clawing at her chest as they then screamed together.

Fey exploded into the elf.

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Cassandra sat, perched even, on the open-air cafe's chair, one leg crossed over the other. She wore a tight fitted business blouse along with a pencil skirt, appropriate for her respected position as the manager of a high end legal firm.

Her high heel clad foot swayed with irritation. Really, first she had been brought out by the most ridiculous waste of time demand from the firm's most well paying customer, and now she couldn't even get a coffee in a reasonable time frame!

It had all been a trick on the snakes part of course. She realised that now. Rina had demanded her presence immediately and she had rushed over for her very important customer. She had found the pink scaled Lamia apoplectic with fury, steam practically coming out of her ears. It wasn't hard to see why, a giant dragon being dumped on your property was a homeowner's worst nightmare, doubly so when said dragon had claimed ownership of said property. That was a headache in itself. It was just a fact of life that the law didn't apply very well to dragons, they were just on another level of existence in comparison to everyone else.

There was a reason that basically every city on the planet was ruled by a dragon.

She had told Rina as much, and Rina had told her to try anyway. Cassandra… really didn't want to. Taking a dragon to court was a good way to get the court burned down. She had hurriedly told her a lie that since the dragon now owned her property her credit rating had dropped through the floor and based on previous debts the firm was no longer able to extend help to her since she was considered financially insolvent.

Rina had looked flabbergasted.

But then she had played her ace. And it was a doozy of an ace.

She would pay for her firm's services with… a carnal act!

Specifically one between a centaur named Fey and herself!

Clearly an outrageous suggestion… But Cassandra found she just couldn't say no. Her inner fangirl just wouldn't let her! Night after night spent reading many a lewd newsletter while sipping a glass of wine by the fire left her with no choice. Sex with Fey? Obviously Invaluable for a hardcore fangirl like herself.

After signing the contract with Rina there had been… a long queue, but she persevered, waiting patiently until…. until she had been rushing past practically jogging, a teddy bear snipping a lock of hair away as she reached out and grasped a pair of horse balls.

Grasped for only a moment however as she was hauled away and sent off with nothing but a ball warmed pair of hands.

No doubt that the supposed 'centaur' hadn't been a centaur at all, just a regular horse. She hadn't seen the front half as the horse was partway through a door. A clever trick.

It made her wonder if the entire newsletter was all just lies. She had heard many times from other fans that it was totally real and Fey was a real person and not fiction… but with this.

She let out a sigh. It would be a shame if the stories weren't real, she had masturbated so much over them and had spent a small fortune on the mini rubbers much to her husband's chagrin.

She blinked as with a ceramic click her coffee was placed on the cafe table.

"Took you long enough." she snapped at the cat girl barista.

She snatched up the cup and sipped.

"Hey, this is cold!"

"S-sorry!"

The young barista looked flustered and blushed.

"I can get you a fresh one, I-"

"You made me wait this long and you expect me to wait even more?"

Cassandra stood, her heels giving her height on the barista, her chair squealing against flagstones as it skidded back.

She took hold of the Barista's blouse dragging her close as she leaned down, staring into her eyes.

"Do you even know who I am?!"

"A c-customer!?" squeaked the barista.

"Hah. Funny. No I-

She paused as something pressed against her rear from within her clothing, something large and very very warm.

What…?

She blinked down at the Barista to find her squirming in her grip, grabbing at her rear as gasps slipped from her mouth.

"I- I d-didn't think it would happen so quickly! I thought it would be, hnff, hours! Oh gods Feeey! I'm at woooork!"

The pressure increased on Cassandra's rear, her ass cheeks and thighs pushed apart as something massive pressed at her pussy. Wait, what did the cat girl just say?

"What did you just say? You were at the estate too?"

The barista glanced down at her hips then up. "You too? You were linked too?"

Linked? Cassandra suddenly felt very out of the loop and lost. Of course she didn't have much time to think on that as the pressure massively increased and the two girl's legs nearly buckled, knees turning inward and clutching at each other to remain upright as their pussies slowly yawned open.

"What is happening!" Cassandra keened, fingers clutching at the barista's shoulders as she struggled to remain standing.

The barista flailed out an arm, pointing as she moaned into Cassandra's breasts.

Cassandra followed her finger and found a dozen women similarly struggling around the cafe, moaning and squirming in their chairs, practically falling over the tables, hands grasping desperately at their rears.

And behind, out in the street, women in expensive clothing tottered past, knees turned inward, trying their best to pretend nothing was wrong even as they groaned as their pussies were stretched.

Cassandra knew how they felt, something massive was entering her and there was nothing she could do about it but maintain a mostly straight face.

She wondered if there was no end to the stretching and the sensation would simply last forever, but then, as one, a loud wet and obscene sound came from every squirming women there, SCHRLLUR-POP!

Cassandra howled, hugging the barista like a life raft as her pussy engulfed epic amounts of cock, her high heels wobbling madly as she struggled to remain upright, the sound of fluids pouring from between dozens of legs filled the air and Cassandra wondered if this was the end.

But no, the cock just kept pushing into her!

She darted hands down to her midriff in a panic. Her stomach was rising, stretching over the massive penetration, her belly bulge pressing against another mirrored in the barista clutching her, two cock bulges pressing together between them, rubbing against each other.

"F-Fey?!" whisper-hissed Cassandra.

Around her the moans were only increasing as the horsey length moved ever deeper, and a soft muffled schlurp-op marking the penetration of so many cervixes at once.

That seemed to be the limit where most women were able to hold any semblance of calm together and Cassandra watched as legs flailed into the air, women screaming as they fell over their tables, knocking aside drinks and food, spraying down customers behind with squirt as they succumbed to too much pleasure.

Cassandra too hit her limit along with the barista and the two of them fell back on the table, the barista on top as Cassandra's long high heeled legs went straight up into the air.

They hugged and yowled into each other's hair as the underneath of their skirts were presented to the shocked customers, two massively gaped pussies, their insides shifting as they were penetrated by something invisible. The cavern of their gapes was bridged with a slim line of cloth, the underside of their panties stretched between clit and asshole, the barista's pink cat themed panties straining to breaking point, her rear squished by the pinching fabric, similarly with Cassandra expect with a pair of thin black professional panties.

The customers goggled at the sight and then cried out as the two women powerfully squirted, messy sprays of boiling hot cunt nectar launching from beneath their skirts and hosing down the audience.

Cassandra didn't care, she didn't care that she was a powerful and serious businesswoman, in that moment she was only for Fey.

She let her desire known, crying out her name, her voice repeated by many of the other howling women.

And then it was coming, the length thickening hugely within her passage. She wrapped her legs tight around the barista's back, hugging her almost painfully close as their belly bulges pressed together and then an immense liquid heat was pouring into her womb and they were being forcibly separated as their bellies expanded with horse cum.

The two women cried out, grabbing for each other's hands as the barista rose, as every screaming woman in the place expanded with cum.

With a crash tables began to collapse across the cafe, no longer able to support the swelling women.

They grew and grew, pushing aside tables and chairs until the cafe's shading parasols were being knocked down or bent upward, and customers were calling for help trapped between cum bellies.

In the end each of the domes was maybe fourteen feet across and filled the street from end to end.

Cassandra looked around in disbelief, so much rounded taut flesh, the cafe had been swallowed by women's bellies.

"Fucking goddam it! Rina got me, she really got me," she groaned. It seemed her firm really would be suing a freaking dragon.

---

Celia squirmed her hips, her boyfriend's large cock sliding within her folds as she clenched down tight on it, her pink one-piece swimsuit pushed to one side of her penetrated muff.

They were sat in the couples bathing area of a public baths, at the edge of the main pool, the water just high enough to cover her waist. Which was a good thing as it hid what was happening below the waterline.

The place was busy at that time of day, male and female swimsuit clad bathers busy relaxing or swimming or playing in the steam filled baths, or lazing by the pool edge with towels on. After leaving the estate she had been spotted by her boyfriend and she had split off from the others to follow him here.

Sex was of course strictly prohibited in the public baths… but that was a rule that had a habit of being broken. Celia had kinda hoped the excitement of being penetrated by her boyfriend completely in public would bring back something, some sense of danger, or excitement, or arousal.

Instead the teenage elf just felt unsatisfied, her needs failing to be met. He was one of the biggest guys in class, over a foot taller than herself, a genuine beefcake. But the truth was after thrusting herself on a mini rubber horse cock for hours on end he just couldn't match up. He felt… small. It didn't help that mother was always trying to drag her out to her silly Size Queen Tea Club, Celia was sure that was giving her impossible expectations of guys. Still, she felt how she felt, and she couldn't help that.

It was time to say something.

"Hey…"

He leaned down to hear her, his hips still gently thrusting up into her as she sat on his lap.

"I know we've like been together for like a whole month, but like-"

"AHNN! Oh God not now! It wasn't supposed to-! NUUU!" came a voice.

"Huh?"

Celia blinked as someone cried out in the baths, then she felt her boyfriend thrust up against her really hard, his hips…? No, she realised, this was something else, something harder, something enormous trying to slip inside of her.

She bit her lip. This couldn't seriously be happening now could it?! She thought the whole thing was a joke, just a quick peck on a centaur's balls for giggles, but the thing pressing against her rear told her otherwise. Her mind darted back to reading the newsletter, crouched over her bed, hand between her legs, eyes frantically reading of immense penetration. Was that seriously about to happen to her?!

With a cry like many of the girls there her muff started to spread, inching out as the invisible force relentlessly eased into her, her pussy walls once clamped around her boyfriend's cock came away as they spread out for something far larger, something insistent, something stallion like. Then, in a rush, her slick with wet pussy slipped around the head of the cock, so slick it seemed to slip deep very quickly and she goggled as her one piece swimsuit started to bulge outward from her front, the indistinct blunt head of a horse cock outlined in pink.

Her boyfriend's cock was left stiff and erect inside her massive gape, the tip of his cock twitching and flopping against her pussy walls, or against the narrow strip of her pink swimsuit that now bridged her gape.

The moment penetration happened a number of girls around the crowded baths let out a gasp… rather a lot of girls actually, and their partners exclaimed in alarm, wondering what was wrong, exclaiming over their bulging bellies.

The girls panicked of course, desperately trying to hide their massively gaped pussies and bulging midriffs, hands darting over themselves, but finding it impossible to hide their obscene shame.

The males started to shout as they saw this and then the girls began to really panic.

The first fled from the water, sprinting over the tile, pool water falling from her gape divided by her one piece swimsuit.

That triggered a fight or flight response from the others, and dozens of girls leapt from the water, their partners slow to follow.

The slap of bare feet on tile filled the air as the group all ran for the door, pushing and shoving at each other.

Unfortunately, with pool water spilling from their gapes it made the tile very slippery, and as one girl fell she dragged down those next to her just as the girls reached the doorway.

Shouts and cries for help filled the air as they fell over each other, legs and arms sliding over slippery bodies, girls piled in the narrow doorway, their gapes stacked on top one another as legs flailed, slapping against tile and bodies alike.

Their boyfriends who after their immediate shock had dashed from the pool crashed into the piles of squealing girls as they also lost their footing, slipping across the tile as they slid up against them.

The panic didn't abate, only becoming worse, girls desperately trying to hide their shame with their hands but unable to stop their moans as their bellies rose and fell with massive penetration, driving them higher and higher until as one they were wailing, legs going stiff, toes splaying, and powerfully squirting over their boyfriends.

Celia shrieked as she came, her hips moving on their own thrusting herself down on her massive penetration, her boyfriends cock slapping against her clit as she clawed at her belly bulge, her swimsuit stretching so far that it began to split, oval gaps appearing where her flesh bulged through.

She felt him grab at her belly bulge, unable to understand what was happening, but she only wailed harder, squirming on his lap.

Celia's cheeks burned with shame. But… it also just felt soooo fucking good!

And then piping hot cum was exploding into her and her swimsuit was tearing, pulling apart as cum belly spilled through the gaps, her body growing larger and larger, spilling between her thighs as the swimsuit gave out and broke apart, swelling across the pool as she screamed and creamed herself.

Her screaming was only matched by those at the door, their bellies rising like dough, pushing each other apart and filling the doorway, bellies expanding as their wombs were filled and filled, one piece swimsuits coming apart at the seams as they reached their limits, bellies spilling across tile and pushing against their boyfriends.

The rising tide of cumbellies was so great that the girls were being pushed by each other back into the pool, great round shapes the size of coaches coming down with a splash as they continued to grow.

Celia groaned as she felt her boyfriend spurt little strings against her walls, her hands clutching weakly at the smooth mass in front of her that was her stomach.

She could never go back to normal sex, not after this.

---

"I'm sorry Sarah, but that was kinda… disappointing?"

Sarah scowled at her classmate.

They were sitting at a table, one of a number of tables that the many students had taken over at a restaurant after leaving Tami's estate.

Of course, after queuing for an hour and only being able to kiss the centaur's balls there was a certain amount of… annoyance. The students felt like they had been scammed.

"I wanted a gape like in the stories, Fey's mark on me, something I can show off," muttered one.

There was a general murmur of agreement around the circular table.

"I mean, licking all over her balls was cool and all, but teacher is gonna be so mad at us…"

"You got to lick? Boo. I only got a kiss before that stupid elf dragged me away."

"Listen, you heard what the doll said, she said we'd get Fey once the queue had finished. Sooo maybe we'll see her soon?"

"Uh, did you see that queue? It literally led out of Tami's place it was so long. We're going to be waiting for an absolute age if that's true. Urgh."

Sarah picked at her chicken with a fork. It was true that the promise they had made to their classmates had been somewhat disappointing. They had been rushed past Fey's rear end, allowed a touch, made to toss a clip of hair in a box, and then simply hurried away.

They'd found themselves in some random waiting area with a bunch of other girls, maids handing out small appetisers to eat from silver platters.

After about an hour of that the teenagers had started to get bored and fidgety as teenagers tended to get and Sarah had suggested going to a nearby restaurant. The gaggle of girls quickly agreed and then on arrival promptly taken over the middle tables of an upper class place near the estate.

They were of course all members of very rich and wealthy families and had no trouble ordering an absurd amount of food which they promptly dug into.

"You just need patience, there's this thing with Lily's Class that works like… Well, it's hard to explain, it's like teleporting a penis."

"That sounds like bull. What is so special about this Class thing anyway? something that barbaric and uncivilised adventurers rely on because they are weak-willed?" one of the students sniffed in reply.

"Uh, not quite, and I uh, also recently got a Class," said Sarah.

The group of girls stared at her.

"Why?"

Sarah shrugged but hesitantly reached out to the empty glass of wine of the girl next to her. She brushed her fingers on the glass then withdrew.

After a few seconds the glass started to make a ringing sound before it suddenly shattered, glass going everywhere as the wine dregs dripped onto the table.

The girls stared.

"What did you do?"

"It's my class, I wanted to prove it's real. Ruby has a class too. Now do you believe me that something is going to happen? It's special magic stuff, okay?"

"I don't actually Sarah. Gods, play pretending being an adventurer is pathetic even for you, and not only do I think this is all totally a farce I - OH!"

The girls all suddenly jumped as something touched against their rears, something that was definitely not the chairs they sat upon.

"What the f-fuck?!"

Sarah's smugness levels rocketed up from zero to the upper atmosphere as she spooned another forkful of chicken into her mouth. She raised her eyebrows up and down suggestively a few times as she smiled smugly.

"D-don't just sit there looking smug! We're being, we're- hnnff! gods, how freaking big is this thing?!"

Sarah swallowed. "Hey you wanted Fey, you got Fey."

The student next to her lowered her voice urgently. "Sarah, we're in the middle of a freaking public restaurant!"

Sarah squirmed her hips as her cunny started to spread wonderfully around the horse cock.

"Y-yeah? That's too bad. Guess you should've paid my low low price of five gold huh? It included an advice package about the best private locations to wait for Fey." She ate another forkful of chicken.

The students boggled at her.

"You're butthurt about that of all things?!"

"Hey, I've got bills to pay, mostly bills involving the purchase of large quantities of large rubber horse penises."

The students looked at her in growing horror, then jerked forward on their seats once more as Fey thrust at them.

"This- this can't get out! My parents would kill me!" cried one of the students.

She leapt from her chair and sprinted for the bathrooms.

Unfortunately for her the pressure reached an inflection point mid run and the girl squealed as Fey slipped inside.

She staggered as her legs went weak at the knees and crashed into a table that a family were seated at. She flopped on top as the family cried out in alarm, plates and wine glasses flipping into the air as she beached on the table cloth.

The students who had remained seated weren't doing much better and were all bowed over the tables, struggling to remain sensible and quiet as they were ravaged, hands clenched tight in fists or grasping desperately at the table cloth.

They didn't succeed and quickly found themselves bent over the table as the thrusting came faster and faster, their chairs screeching as their flailing legs kicked them away, moans rising into gasps and wails, food staining their blouses as they were roughly fucked.

The dozens of students squealed as they were thrust onto the circular tables, legs going up and short skirts riding up thighs, their massive gapes presented to the other diners.

The teenagers screamed and clutched at each other as things just became more and more intense, fingers intertwining with those next to them until the students squirted together and clear fluid rained down on the other diners, sprinkling across their food and upturned faces.

Sarah grinned fiercely as her belly started to expand. Lifting her away from the table.

"Yeah, totally should have paid me."

The table promptly collapsed.

---

The hall was one of the largest on the estate yet the crowd of girls filled most all of the place.

Admittedly that had a lot to do with a number of massive cowkins whose enormous hovering breasts took up a lot of space, each vast rounded shape being held up by multiple floating bras.

When the cowkins turned they had a habit of knocking other girls flat, or knocking over tables, and chairs, their great size creating a huge amount of momentum that was hard to stop once it got going.

It was fortunate then that they had brought milking nozzles with them or the hall might have already been flooded. As it was, the milk was pumped from their breasts out a window where it was forming a small lake in one of the ornamental gardens.

A large elephant like loxodon girl moved and accidently pushed against Taylor the cowkin's nipple, knocking the glass nozzle off.

Heather blinked as milk sprayed up her leg, a sharp gasp coming from behind.

The loxodon peered around the heaving breast as a puddle spread across the floor and over her broad foot, finding a short stack cowkin behind the absurdly over-full breast.

"Small one." The elephant girl glanced at the heaving mass of breast flesh. "...Mostly small one, are you okay?"

"Y-you knocked my milker off!"

"Ah, let me replace that."

The loxodon bent down and grabbed up the glass nozzle from the puddle of milk then gripped hold of her massive nipple with her other hand. Brow furrowed with concentration, and tongue sticking from the side of her mouth, she lined the two up and pressed them together.

She missed and the fat nipple glanced off the glass, milk spraying in every direction as Taylor gasped.

The luxodon reached down with her trunk and helped stabilise the stiff nipple, this time holding it tight as she forced the nozzle onto her.

The glass slipped around the slippery flesh and quickly formed a vacuum, sealing tight and applying pressure. The glass was instantly swamped with milk and white surged down the rubber tube attached to it.

"Th-thank you!" groaned Taylor.

Heather scratched her trunk. "Don't you have a dairy like cowkins are supposed to?"

Taylor's happy expression turned dark.

"We did… but the owner, she turned bad. After Fey happened the quality of our milk started slowly increasing, but when the customers started demanding more platinum grade milk we didn't have she went crazy, locking us up to be stimulated and milked all day and all night  until we could produce it. She turned us into a battery farm!"

"Tell me where she is mostly little one and I shall snap her neck for you."

"Uhhhh, that's okay. We escaped."

A mouse tail pressed against Taylor's chin and lifted her head. She found herself looking up at a girl with a pair of large mouse ears protruding from her hair.

Octavia smiled.

"So you're saying that you are free agents? All of you?"

"Uh, yeah…?"

"Interesting. Very interesting. Would your group perhaps be interested in a business opportunity?"

A trunk came down and clamped on Octavia's head, turning her to face the elephant girl as she bent down.

"Octavia. Are you trying to run one of your scams on my new friend here?"

"N-no! It's a serious offer!"

She licked her lip and lowered her voice.

"Don't you think it's a little unfair that Vivi is making all this money of our newsletter? I mean C'mon, this is perfect, Fey created milk, we advertise and-

"You want to turn us into a dairy? We are not a dairy, we are a dignified hunting club, one that's about to be partially successful in our aim to hunt Fey down for sex."

"I mean sure sure but this wouldn't be the clubs, it would be mine, I'd just be advertising through the newsletter, like the dildos. What? Do you want to buy in?"

The loxodon gave her a confused look, but before she could reply something pressed against her rear.

"Oh fuck here it comes!" groaned Octavia, her hips wiggling.

"Th-this is larger than that dildo Rebecca used on me!" exclaimed Heather.

Octavia grabbed Taylor's shoulder as her pussy started to spread.

"W-we can talk about this later!"

"Uhm, y-you should know if Fey has an effect on us anything like last time, hnff! you might have to protect us because we'll be producing so much more a-and probably platinum, and the dairy union will come for us!"

Octavia groaned long and low as the invisible cock eased inside, her walls stretching wider and wider as her belly started to distend.

She grabbed hold of Heather's trunk still resting on her head to steady herself.

"That's what heather here can be for!"

"Wh-what?" groaned the elephant girl, having to rest one hand on the breast of Taylor just to keep upright.

"Y-you know protect our new assets, you're terrifyingly strong so you could do that right?"

"Suuuure." groaned the loxodon, her tail flagging up as her abdomen pressed out with cock.

"G-Glad we agree! N-now Taylor we have-"

"H-hold I didn't agree to anything oh gawwd!"

"I'm just talking hypothetical-- oh fuck--, like we'll need some of dairy, I supposed, hnff, you no longer have that? oh god how is there so much cock!"

"Y-yes, although we stole the nozzles, hnnngggh!"

"That's p-perfect AHNN! then you just need a space and some k-kind of storage. The recently purchased Fey Hunting Club headquarters has several warehouses attached, Vivi's request, -fucking furrk it feels so much better without a condom-, you could set up there no?"

"I- I guess! oh nuu is she getting faster?"

"I, hnff, th-think we should be- AHHNNNNN!!!

"AIIEEE!!!! YES!!!"

"Yes! I'm glad you a-agree! and- HNYAAAAA!!"

The three girls clutched at each other as the messy sound of their inside being rearranged filled the air, joining the chorus of girl throughout the hall that rose to a peak until with a combined scream the hundred or so girls started to expand, massive breasts rivaled by massive bellies as girls were slowly enlarged with boiling hot cum.

The space between each girl was rapidly filled with cum belly and then it became a competition as they ran out of space, pressure mounting as they were filled, bellies rising over each other.

Of course all that weight pressing down on rubber tubes meant that many glass nozzles were ripped free from many engorged nipples.

The milk level began to rise.

---

Glasha downed her pint and then belched. She had acquired a nasty black eye from somewhere, although perhaps that wasn't that surprising. Leading a group of incredibly horny and drunk orc women of an adventure promising amazing mindblowing centaur sex and then being cock blocked by a fiery red headed elf was enough to cause more than a little resentment.

The group of orcs had returned to their bar, furious and ranting, sometimes getting into fights, mostly with Glasha as a little revenge after being left unsatisfied.

Still, it wasn't all bad. Once they'd made it back the women had begun to realise through their drunken haze that their bodies had changed, becoming incredibly stretchy and sensitive.

A fresh pint was served and Glasha had to rescue it from being knocked over as the orc lying on the bar next to her wailed, her legs spread in the air, another orc woman fisting her up to the elbow, making her belly bulge.

Really, once they had discovered the change there had been quite a lot of shameless and open enthusiasm. Drunk orcs didn't seem to care very much about how they appeared in public.

Orc women were lined up along the bar, legs up, as they were either fisted or dildoed by their friends.

Things were descending into more and more debauchery as time went on, multiple betting pools being set up to see who could take more, multiple fists inserted or dozens of mini dildos.

An orc woman gulped down a pint even as two others thrust twelve inch strapons into her along with a third's fist.

It was like all the pressure that had been building up while they had obsessed over the newsletter was finally coming to a peak and they were going all out.

But Glasha knew they had of course seen nothing yet.

Speaking of which.

She adjusted her hips on the bar stool as she felt something big press up against her loins. At the same time there were cries of alarm all around as orcs clutched at their shorts or exposed nethers.

Glasha smirked. And they hadn't believed her! She stood from her stool as the horse cock slipped inside. Her knees nearly buckled and she very nearly collapsed, but she was able to hold herself up through sheer force of smugness.

She turned to the orcs who had for the most part taken to clutching at the bar or clutching at those lying on the bar, lifting a triumphant fist into the air.

"You see, I was totally right, Fey is inside of all of you right now, you are being stretched around the centaur you all of have dreamed of, those throbbing veins, that stiffness, that massive fucking horse cock are all Fey's, hgnffh!"

As she spoke her belly rose up from her body until it was pressing against her breasts before it started to ease back.

"-And since you all have never experienced anything like this you will all be completely defenseless and weak and pathetic."

"H-hey fuck you!" moaned an orc nearby, her hands clutching limply at an orc on the bar, her knees pressed together as she tried to remain upright.

Glasha smiled sweetly. As she and her sister had found out orcs seemed particularly susceptible to going weak at the knees when first stretched.

She stepped forward and twisted her hips.

The dick bulge in her belly that had just risen up whipped around and slapped the unfortunate orc across the face with the loud impact of skin on skin.

Their expression of sheer shock as they fell was something to see. The orc went sprawling and Glasha was left standing over her.

She pointed at her black eye.

"I think it's time for a little bit of revenge, don't you?"

"H-hold on-"

"Hnff, G-glasha, -ju-"

"It wasn't me! I didn't-"

Glasha grinned and belly cock slapped the next girl to the ground, then the next, leaving them writhing, struggling to even sit up.

Then there were only the orc women left on top of the bar, their thighs spread, their pussies stretched thin around an invisible cock.

"There was something I saw while I was on the estate, something that I kind of want to try."

The orc women gave her wary looks even as they gasped and moaned, their bellies rising and falling.

Glasha stepped toward the first on the bar top and then between her legs, her immensely strong hands coming down on her thighs, spreading them apart.

She angled herself down a bit as she lent over the quivering orc and then simply waited.

Her belly rose forth the shape of massive horse cock outlined in her flesh… and it pushed into the massive staining gape of the orc, her pussy stretching even further as this even larger intruder entered her passage.

The orc howled as she was penetrated not once but twice.

"Orcs. Orcs want more, orc women always want more. Do you want more?"

The orc despite her wails nodded frantically, unable to even gather herself to reply.

Glasha's eyes flashed red and steam rose from her body as her muscles swelled.

She took hold of the orc, lifting and turning her, even as her belly thrust over and over into the woman double fucking her. She placed her in front of the next orc's gape.

Fey's cock double wrapped around two girls pushed inside the third orc. Glasha didn't pause, grabbing up the freshly penetrated orc and together with the first and placed them in front of another as she grabbed hold of their thighs.

The orcs had started to see her plan and since they also wanted more, as orcs always do, decided to help.

Glasha found herself seated with a girl in her lap, then another on their lap, in total, five of the orcs had managed to spear themselves on each other before their combined bulges became too thick to fit more.

Similiar scenes could be seen with other orcs, clusters of five or six each being fucked not only by Fey but other orc's cock bulges.

The cacophony of so much slick wet flesh on flesh was utterly deafening.

Glasha simply sipped her ale and watched the orcs moaning and thrusting themselves onto her belly bulge, the pressure of their pussies only increasing her own enjoyment.

It didn't take long after that for Fey to cum.

Unfortunately the bar didn't survive the result.

---

"Don't be silly Iskren," tittered Rina, "This is in the name of free trade."

Rinas husband stared at his wife's gaping pussy as her belly rose and fell.

"F-Free trade?"

"Yes husband, you might have noticed that there is a rather large dragoness outside who has promised to destroy the free trade of Bine and kidnap my friend. Hnffgh! I have begun to fear that no matter how many feral lawyers that I throw at this problem it will be for naught. Dragons tend not to be vulnerable to legal action as a rule. We have, to be frank, lost everything."

He stared at her.

"Everything? The entire estate? All of it?"

Quite so. There is a small chance she may forget that she has stolen it from us if we can just get Fey away… but more so, " she smiled wickedly, "In doing so there is another opportunity to claw back- hnn!- most things by our own hands."

"And this is… that… somehow?"

"Mhmm. Part of it. With this we shall take away the playing piece that is the centaur and ground the dragoness from flying. In that time when she is unable to move we shall be enacting the greatest smuggling operation in recorded history and removing as much of our property as we can put on wheels from her locale as is possible. Hnff."

"Okay I am on board with that," he gestured at the Lamia's pussy, her insides spreading around the invisible intruder and completely on display. "But is this really necessary?"

"Jealous of her size? Really Iskren, it's not like I married you for your measurements in any regard, I am a lamia and you are a human after all, size difference is an understatement." she reached out a large hand and with the tip of her index tapped the tent that had formed in his trousers. The tip wetted with pre cum under her finger. "And you seem to be enjoying this more than a little."

Iskren swallowed as she gripped his cock through his trousers.

"Care to join?"

Garments were quickly ripped off and flung away as Rina leaned back, her husband leaping on top of her, his cock thrusting in her massive thigh thick gape, slapping against her pussy and clit until he was spurting over and over at her open cervix, his little strings falling into the cavern that was her womb.

Rina laughed and moaned as he came again and again, gripping his rear as she held him against her gape, pressing his face against her bulging belly.

Then fey exploded into her and his tiny spurts were obliterated by thick heavy horsecum.

Iskren found himself lifting and rising away from Rina as he clutched at her growing stomach.

He only became harder, his cock pressing against her obscene roundness.

---

Boze still felt like a sweaty mess even now, unbelievably stretched out and used. Never in her life had she imagined it was possible to feel so full of cock, to become so much of a helpless little sleeve as feet of horse dick pounded over and over into her overly taxed fuck holes.

Just thinking of what she had been subjected to just an hour before was enough to make her gaped pussy twitch.

"Gods I thought I was gonna die! I can't believe you didn't stop them!"

Boze glanced to her side to find Zal.

Like herself the dogkin was relaxing on a lounge chair, her legs spread wide to allow air onto and into her nether bits. They were relaxing with the trio of minotaurs after having deposited locks of hair or fur with a certain Fey.

That had been unfortunate for Zal as the dogkin was so incredibly sensitive to the centaur's scent. She had gone from being beyond satisfied by multiple Fey's pounding her silly to once more being in the deepest of heats. Her hips were thrusting gently at the air of their own accord and as her legs spread Boze took note of the absolutely enormous gape of the girl's pussy. It had eased back a little and was still doing so but it was still far larger than a normal gape, the result of two massive horse cocks stretching her out one on top the other.

Boze wasn't doing much better, in fact she suspected her gape was larger, a cavern between her thighs where her donut like cervix was clearly visible, also hanging open, her womb visible to the world.

"We… might have gotten a little carried away," muttered someone and Boze looked up to see the minotaurs lazing on couches, each of them holding a hand fan and fanning it over their well fucked pussies.

Of course none of them had quite the extreme gape of Boze and Zal as they hadn't been mad enough to tell multiple Fey illusions to go wild on them.

Boze scowled and gestured at her gape. "This is all your fault."

"Nah, you asked for it, if you didn't want so much Fey you should have said so."

"I couldn't because I had a cock in my mouth the size of my leg!!" snapped back Boze.

"Eh, I think you just didn't want it to stop. I heard you begging for more once they finished up."

"Th- that was just the disappointment from not being filled with seed okay!"

"Sure sure, whatever you say," said Baerinda yawning as she sipped from a cocktail.

"Ooh I think it's beginning!" squawked Chloe as she spread her thighs, her still diamond bedazzled pussy squishing slightly as something massive and invisible pressed against her softness.

"Well, go on then, do the thing!"

"Alright already hold your horses, uh, centaurs."

Chloe flicked a hand out and streams of white liquid poured from a bottle on her hip, forming up in the air, creating columns that morphed into copies of a certain horse cock.

"Your turn Baerinda."

"Of course, wouldn't feel half as good without a massive sweating stallion looming over you."

She gestured at the air as the white cocks got into position and one by one Fey's blinked into existence, five of them, one each for Boze, Zal, and the minotaurs.

Boze stared at the Fey's who whinnied and pranced on the spot excitedly.

She licked her lips, eyes darting between them.

"Only, uh, only one Fey each?"

Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Did you really enjoy getting gangbanged by Fey that much?"

"That's not-..." Boze paused then clenched her jaw and seemed to come to a decision. "...Fuck it. Make as many Feys as you can and I'll guarantee Rina takes you on for a job at double pay!"

Baerinda raised an eyebrow.

"Those are words an adventurer loves to hear. But are you sure about this?"

Zal squirmed, as she masturbated her gape.

"V-very fucking sure, give me Fey, all the Fey!"

Boze nodded in agreement.

"Just, more, okay? More Fey, always more Fey!"

Zal hooked fingers around her gape and spread herself in preparation.

One by one Feys started to appear as more and more of Chloe's stored cum shaped into more and more of her cocks, the illusions overlapping them.

The room began to fill as Boze's and Zal's eyes grew wider and wider.

Then the real Fey began to thrust and the illusion Feys swarmed.

Boze squealed as everywhere she looked was more centaur, more horse cock, more heaving she-stallion, more huge sweating bodies, the real and fake Fey's penetrations overlapping.

Things rapidly got out of hand.

---

The maid had fumed when Rebecca ruined their private members-only precum party. It was such a good thing they had going at! And she didn't even get a belly full of lovely hot precum out of it!

Her hand whisked and darted irritably as she dusted off the vase, the mundane day to day work of such an enormous estate.

Really, what was so much worse was that the little shit had gotten what she and all the other maids had wanted for so long! She had gotten to be ridden by Fey, fucked into a happy little- well,- massive, sphere of cum.

"hrmphh" she sniffed. At least now they would be getting their turn for real. Really she had been waiting such a long time for this, so had all the maids. Obsessed with the centaur was probably an understatement.

She wasn't the only one in the hallway, maids ran up and down with mops and buckets, cleaning the marble or polishing picture frames.

The impact point of the dragoness wasn't that far off and it had had an effect, knocking things over or breaking things that needed to be cleared away, all work the maids tended to.

She suddenly let out an unprofessional squeak as something pressed against her rear and her eyes widened. It was happening, it was really happening!

She brushed the vase furiously with her duster, trying to get it clean so she could rush back to bed.

Too slow, the massive horse cock spread her around itself and she moaned long and low as her blouse spread around her distended tummy.

Of course she still kept dusting, Rina's maids were anything if not professional.

It was… admittedly difficult. Her puss was a storm of the most incredible nerve jangling pleasure and her knees turned inward as she struggled to stay upright, so much cock, feet and feet of cock pushing in and out of her pussy. It was everything she had ever dreamed of and more.

She squealed as she squirted, spraying down the inside of her skirt and splashing across the marble floor.

"M-messy," she gasped out.

She hadn't accounted for the mess she herself would make while Fey did her thing. That was a problem. They needed to contain the mess, not create it!

She turned to see the other maids have similar problems, knees practically touching together as they moaned, hanging on tables and walls to keep upright, the skrllt slrrt skrrrlrt of spraying pussies breaking the air every few seconds.

She waved to catch their attention.

"F-follow me, to the dorm! we can make as much mess as we like there! "We set it up to be easy to clean!"

She began unsteadily shuffling toward the nearest door, her steps small, toes curled, dildos just couldn't compete with the beast that was Fey no matter how large.

Behind her came a dozen shuffling maids, hanging off each other as they went.

She ignored them and forged forward, reaching the door and swinging it wide.

She blinked in surprise. Apparently, most maids had been better prepared than she and had known there might have been a bit of mess.

The maid looked over the rows of hundreds of beds of the great dorm hall, each of them containing a squealing cumming maid, their legs straight up in the air as they were fucked by an invisible cock.

The noise was truly incredible as well as the amount of fluids. She looked down to see clear fluid streaming against her high heels and out into the hallway.

Fey thrust and she added to it with her own spraying squirt and stumbled forward, finding the nearest bed.

Unfortunately it was occupied and she fell atop a screaming maid, the both of them clutching at each other as their belly bulges collided.

The other maids who had followed quickly fell atop them, unable to walk another step and a messy pile of maids formed, legs entwined, hands clutching at each other's mussed clothes as they were driven and herded into ecstasy.

The screaming echoed up and down the hall and then it reached a peak as cum exploded into every maid's womb, their bellies rapidly growing as their clothes tore apart, cum bellies spilling over the side of beds growing until the soft round shapes were pressing against the belly of the neighbours bed, until from above the great dorm hall appeared as nothing but a carpet of tightly packed bellies from wall to wall except near the entrance where they piled high.

Soft sights of extreme satisfaction could be faintly heard from beneath.

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Fey wailed as what felt like some of the most virile dense and wriggling cum she had ever ejaculated surged up her shaft, the underside distending hugely as so much cum roared along her girthier length, surging forth to multi-impregnate.

Her urethra expanded too as hot heavy cum sprayed without stop into the elf. Or at least it tried to. To Fey's great dismay it felt like much of it was being syphoned away, syphoned off into the hundreds of pussies she was linked to, filing hundreds and hundreds of wombs with her seed, breeding hundreds and hundreds of women.

Her vision flickered and flared as fireworks went off in her skull, so much pleasure compounded, she had never felt anything like it, and it was all she could manage to not pass out on the spot.

Beneath her Ellaria's belly started to swell, each huge fat rope of cum adding more and more inches to her waistline until she was looking nine months pregnant, her fingers scrabbling at her belly as she grew fat with cum. Then hugging desperately as she continued to grow, her belly reaching up to Fey's underside, then more spilling outward.

Her belly expanded foot after foot, filling between Fey's legs, The Dress somehow stretching smoothly to fit around her growth.

Fey looked down in alarm as the dress stretched skin tight over a belly that spilled between her front legs and sides.

Unwilling to be pushed from the elf's snatch by her growing belly she took hold of it and hauled Ellaria forward, dragging up her hips as she continued to thrust, each pump billowing her belly larger, the elf's screams becoming muffled as her belly rolled over her head.

Fey didn't stop thrusting and pumping and spraying cum into the elf as well as into hundreds of other girls, Ellaria's perfect pussy clenching in orgasm after orgasm, the dress becoming wetter still as she squirted over it.

So much breeding, so many pussy, so many simultaneous orgasms.

With a screech the legs of the bed gave out and Fey flopped forward against the belly as it collapsed, Ellaria's screams once more becoming audible as she slipped from beneath her rolling belly.

With her back hooves forced up onto to tip-toe Fey struggled to hold on as her cock was angled down, hosing surge after roping surge, and then she was on the verge of being lifted up into the air by the screaming elf's belly. But then, at last, with one final pussy stretching gush, she blew her last load.

Fey panted as she lay against a belly fourteen foot across.

Somehow she felt like she'd cum much much much much much more than that.