Chapter 51 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Lucy returns to the Fey Hunting Club's HeadQuarters, where Ruby reveals that she has levelled up enough to make a small portal link to Fey. Secret agent Kayla, the club's mole in Magic Mog, is linked via a portal and the stealthy otterkin slips the portal over Fey's cock giving the club access to it. What follows is a fever dream orgy of worship directed at the Fey cock that has appeared in their midst, and then later quickly bringing in the most hardcore of newsletter fans to experience Fey for the first time. Lucy, however, becomes disillusioned with the practice and leaves the city.

Now, chapter 51:

Massively powerful stallion thighs pounded against the squealing shrieking otterkin's rear, the crude frame that had been set up holding Kayla in place being pushed to its limit under the onslaught as her pussy was ruined by feet of dick. Sloppy wet shclucking queefs followed each long sawing thrust and a spattering splash of her plentiful and appreciative juices.

As the pounding accelerated Fey let out a cry of her own as her cock stiffened and with a muffled wet sound, exploded into the otterkin.

The frame that Kayla had been attached to disintegrated around her as her belly billowed outward with heavy thick cum, drooping pendulously from her body and rising like dough as her womb was filled fat, growing larger, spreading outward until it was pushing Fey's legs apart and the centaur was being lifted, rising up into the air upon a bed of girl, her hooves indenting the soft shape.

Minutes later her clenching stallion balls stopped pumping jizz into the tiny otterkin, and she was left lying on the huge fifteen foot high throne of her belly.

Wiping a few beads of sweat from her brow, and tidying her mussed hair, Fey glanced to the side. Next to the vast dome that was Kayla's belly was her sister, Lily, her belly equally enormous, their softness pressing up against each other as Kayla had expanded to press against her, two enormous lakes of cum radiating cummy heat into each other.

Next to Lily was Vivi, the white-furred vulpine's belly equally massive and also pressing against Lily, and finally there was Flora, who was just as large and pressed against Vivi. All of them with freshly gaped pussies that trembled and quivered with orgasmic aftershocks.

A row of four huge female cum bellies, bellies that Fey had filled one after the other.

Just her usual afternoon work tending to her needy broodmothers.

"Are you done up there!" came a voice, and Fey glanced over her shoulder to see Ellaria below, reading her romance novel as she tanned in warm sunshine, completely in the nude of course.

"Erm, yes, captain!"

"Then Wummy, it's all yours!"

Fey yelped as the waiting tentacles in the surrounding foliage lunged out and grabbed hold of her. She was lifted away from Kayla, ripping her cock free from her dripping puss, her steaming gape exposed only for a moment, and then a thigh thick tentacle thrust inside, slipping deep and directly into her womb.

In moments cum was being pumped through, huge orbs forming before being sent rolling along the tentacle tubes to be dumped into the woods forming a small steamy lake.

This way all four girls were rapidly and efficiently drained, their voices rising in faint protest, although much of the resistance had been fucked out of them.

Soon they were slumped on the grass, groaning, their huge cum bellies emptied out and drained, leaving them with only the shallow arc of the new and just beginning pregnancies that had been building over the last few days.

Fey wiped her brow and let out a phew, her cheeks slightly flushed with exertion but feeling pretty good.

Ellaria squinted at her from over her romance novel.

"You know, you seem like you've needed a lot less less ball draining recently, your balls aren't monstrously large after mating these four, in fact, they are quite reasonable compared to a few days ago."

Fey shrugged lightly, squeezing her eyes shut as she smiled. "I don't know, maybe my production is just levelling off, I wake up each morning and I don't feel like I'm super backed up from not being relieved in the night anymore. It's like I've stopped producing sperm during sleep time, hey maybe this means there's an end to this!"

Kayla who had just gotten to her feet blushed guiltily hearing that and avoided looking at the centaur.

"Well, perhaps that's good news, but we should still see about getting a soulomancer to look at you."

"R-Right…"

Ellaria snapped her book closed.

"For now we should be off. You've all had your morning and now your afternoon mating session with Fey. Perhaps this time you won't spend the rest of the day begging for dick."

"Hey, she could fuck us just fine while walking too."

"Yes, but the constant stopping and starting as she fills you reduces our pace and we are already slow enough as it is hauling-" she waved broadly at the massive intercity caravans dotted amongst the trees, each the size of a building, "-those things. I want to minimise the difficulty in getting past the front gates of the city too, you lot being giant lakes of centaur sperm would cause even more problems than the Feytaurs. Also I would like to arrive at Draconica at some point before midnight, so all of you get ready, we're leaving."

The naked elf strode off confidently. A polite cough from Fey who looked pointedly at her naked body caused her to step over to one of the caravans where a white tree in a pot was set into the side, the door that normally hid it open for access.

She brushed her fingers across it, manipulating the plant, and moments later she was wearing a pair of slim white panties and a bra, and then a puffy blouse and a pair of shorts.

The tree was remarkably good at imitating clothes and seemed to be getting even better as time passed, the shorts Ellaria wore made out of a thicker fabric than the blouse, the leaves knitting together to form stronger cloth.

It was almost like the tree learned a tiny little bit with each piece of cloth applied, refining through trial and error, and since it had to clothe over ten thousand Feytaurs it did rather a lot of learning.

In fact as Ellaria brushed her fingers over it once more she managed to manipulate and tease out of it a simple white sheet, like a bed sheet or a curtain, a single large square of cloth.

Ellaria checked herself and the sheet over, made a pleased sound, closed the tree door, and climbed the ladder up onto the cushioned front bench of the massive caravan, stowing the sheet under the bench. An otterkin Feytaur that had been dozing beneath the bench cooed and poked at the sheet before wrapping herself in it. Ellaria was joined on the bench by Vivi and Flora, Flora flapping a hand at the large breasted Kayla and Lily as she passed, sending them levitating into the air and lowering them down into the open top of the caravan.

The caravan they rode was unique as it had open space, the other caravans were filled to the brim with Feytaurs. Each of the caravans was built with a dozen tiny floors with no more than two feet of height between each floor. That way the ten thousand plus Feytaurs were able to ride in comfort, all hidden and packed in behind the wooden walls, an army of teddy bears climbing over the walls of the caravans and watching carefully so none managed to escape.

Flora got comfortable on the bench cushion along with Vivi and Ellaria and then produced a certain glowing rectangle and began fiddling with it as she lazily slumped back.

After a moment she leaned over the side of the caravan and the rectangle flashed and clicked, startling Fey.

"C-Could you stop doing that!"

"Noop!" said Flora, easing back and tapping at the rectangle.

Fey quickly drew close and to her dismay found the gnome dragging her finger to the side on the rectangle. An image of her penis appeared on the screen, then another, and another, and another, and then one in the dark clearly taken while Fey slept, then one taken over Flora's shoulder showing the massive cock about to penetrate her, clearly Flora's morning session with the massive centaur.

Fey's face fell as she watched the procession of images, dozens and dozens, just how many had the gnome girl taken of her penis?!

"F-Flora, why do you need a collection of pictures of my… thing?"

The next image was of Flora holding the rectangle up and pointing it down as herself as she tongued a monstrously huge horse cock and winked.

"For nighttime stuff, duh. This is like top-notch bean flicking material you know, and why shouldn't I have a collection for the most aesthetically attractive dick ever?"

Fey didn't have an answer for that, although she did feel secretly pleased that Flora thought so well of her thingy, it was still part of her, and who didn't like having a body part flattered?

Flora hummed as she continued flicking through a quite staggering number of images.

"...Flora…" said Ellaria, seriously.

"Hmm?"

"It's your turn."

"What?! But I did it for an entire hour yesterday! I'm still so tired from holding the dragoness down, don't you have any mercy for poor little me?!"

"I think you've quite recovered actually, and you simply don't want to put the work in."

"Slander! Lies!"

"Flora, Would you kind-

"Alright, alright! Gods, you're like some kind of elven empire slave driver, calm your perfect tits."

The stroppy gnome leaned over and peeked around the side of the caravan, she then flapped her hand at the other caravans. After a moment they began to slowly rumble forward on their wheels, the bottom of the forest canopy parting around their great size.

Fortunately, there wasn't much forest left to drag them through, and the gnome only had to rip up and toss out of the way a few hundred trees with her power until they came to the edge and broke free.

The great blue opened up overhead, monstrous snow-white galleon clouds sailing across the abyss, and open plains grass below rolling out to the horizon, stirring in the warm and gentle breeze. It was the first time seeing such an open space since they had crash landed after fleeing Bine. It was a little jarring after so long in the cramped forest.

Fey stretched her arms and drew in a breath, then released it with a smile. Really she was feeling much better about being the parent of ten thousand plus children/whatever-they-were lately. She supposed she was getting used to seeing them around and since they seemed harmless, it wasn't so bad. It helped that they were quite independent and self sufficient, albeit also incredibly dim minded.

The question of just what they were remained up in the air, they were much too like the males Fey drained for her to be sure of anything, round and bouncy and very adorable.

But Ellaria, in her usual wise captainy way, had forbidden Fey from fretting about it, promising that the answer would come once they reached the city and they could find a mage of some kind to analyse them.

Speaking of which, Fey found her hooves coming to rest on stone, specifically a road, a paved road, a large one.

"I believe," said Ellaria, "This is the road to Draconica. It seems we're getting close."

The band examined the road, a strip of white cutting through the grass and vanishing into the distance on the grassy plain. Along the road were a number of other caravans, intercity ones mainly and huge, but still none as large as the Feytaur caravans.

Their own line of two dozen massive caravans joined the road and made a convoy, which drew more than a little attention. Stares from those walking and looks of alarm from merchants on other caravans as they scrambled to get out of the way.

It didn't help that there were no horses or harnessed monsters pulling their caravans, they simply rolled along as though propelled by nothing. A huge convoy of massive intercity-caravans that could transport enough supplies for multiple legions just casually passing by.

Of course, as Fey was trotting alongside the lead caravan, she received an unfortunate amount of stares, stares that were magnetically drawn to her massive cock gently bouncing along beneath her barrel and rhythmically slapping up against it with a steady beat.

Despite having gotten fairly used to being looked at in the past, she still felt a slight blush come to her face, the days in the forest had caused her to forget what so much public attention felt like.

Really, couldn't they mind their own business? If she wanted to walk around with her massive erect cock flopping around then that was her business, there was no law against centaurs having nude lower halves because it was completely and entirely natural and normal.

She was distracted from feeling the attention of many eyes on her however as they started to near a rise on the grassy plain. They reached the top of it and for the first time the city of Draconica came into view, a view that stretched for miles.

"Woah." said Flora.

Woah was right, thought Fey as the sea of buildings became visible. Draconica made Bine look small by comparison, a vast megacity that stretched into the distance, spilling up against distant mountains, their peaks covered in great white curving glaciers and heavy layers of snow.

The buildings of this urban ocean were made up of cream white stone and red tiles dotted with darker older looking buildings of a different and more cruel style. The entirety of the city was surrounded by vast dark stone walls, ancient and daunting, that stretched into the distance on either side.

In the center of the city rose a great rock outcropping, hundreds of feet tall. Atop this rock had been built an extensive sprawling palace of white, gold, and blue, tiny in comparison to the rock they rested upon.

The rock was a little odd however, and Fey frowned as she stared at it. It wasn't… quite natural. One side had been sheared flat making a sixty degree plane that sloped down to the city below. And when her eyes reached the city she noted even more odd things. Enormous boulevards that were several city blocks wide, and elsewhere in the city were great open public squares, each side of a square the length of a street.

It didn't take long to see what the purpose of the squares was. A shadow suddenly passed over them blocking the light. She cowered down in fear as she spotted a great gold dragon flying far overhead. Her stomach turned to ice as the massive thing flew down over the city before alighting in one of the squares. Then the dragon abruptly vanished into thin air.

She peered down at the distant square and found herself looking at a tall gold scaled figure clad in a shimmering robe, clearly the dragon had transformed.

"Oh gods, not dragons," she groaned, her worst fears coming to pass.

"It's okay, Fey, everything will probably be fine," said Ellaria reassuringly.

"Wait, what was that 'probably', what do you mean 'probably'? What might go wrong?!"

"Oh shush, you great overgrown centaur," grumbled Flora, "We kicked one dragon's ass we can kick another, especially as I levelled up so much from the last one," she finished with an idle grin.

Fey wasn't so sure, and as she neared the city she became progressively more wary as more and more dragons were seen distantly flying by.

The walls were huge black things, crumbly and ancient, over a hundred foot tall and crenellated. Centuries old burns from dragon fire marked them, and what looked like violently created blood stains so old they were just a darker mark on the black, the remains of attacking armies no doubt. Fey suspected a person would have to be quite insane and foolish to think they could take this walled and dragon-filled city.

"Ah, the blood of my ancestors," said Ellaria, looking up at one particularly huge stain.

Fey clamped her lips firmly shut and decided not to say anything.

Their convoy joined the huge queue and what became a slow pace ground to a halt as the gate house processed merchants and travellers through.

Ellaria took the moment and produced a thin strip of cloth. She handed it to Fey.

"Uhm, what do I do with this?"

"You are to blindfold yourself Fey."

Fey blinked. "Wh-why?"

Ellaria began easing The Dress from beneath the bench and with an 'eep!' Fey hurried to tie the strip of cloth around her head, completely blinding herself. She reached out and fumbled for the railing attached to the caravans front bench, holding onto it to center herself and keep alongside it.

"Bringing out that dangerous thing?" said Flora, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, if you hadn't realised, it's going to be a little troublesome to get past the gates of a city with ten thousand plus… whatever the Feytaurs are— would you kindly hold this up—"

Flora's hand moved without her willing it and the sheet Ellaria had pulled from the clothing tree rose around her as she began pulling off her blouse.

"--and in addition to those we have twenty four inter-city size caravans. We are hardly going to be stealthy. So, somewhat drastic measures must be taken."

The railing on the caravan made a groan as Fey's fist gripped it and she bit her lip, struggling to wrestle down her imagination before it betrayed her and she ended up making a mess.

"Watching paint dry, eating chalk, thirteen times ten equals twenty nine something, counting blades of grass, ice-cold bath in winter," furiously muttered the centaur, keeping her mind from what was happening a few feet away.

Ellaria wiggled her hips as the Dress slipped into place and then took hold of the sheet of cloth, taking it from Flora's telekinetic grip and holding it over herself so it covered up to her chin.

"And now we see if we will be spending our first night in Draconica inside a jail cell for being extremely suspicious."

The line moved, and eventually, their turn came. The band found themselves faced by a number of guards wearing blackened steel plate lorica with gold trim.

They didn't seem very friendly.

"What, precisely, is this?" said one glancing over the smoking hot elf, a pregnant looking vulpine, a slightly pregnant pink haired gnome, a blind folded and fidgety centaur, and then finally up at the enormous caravan.

"Caravaneers with cargo for the city, to trade, you know, trade." Ellaria lifted an eyebrow suggestively, which seemed to draw the guards' eyes to her like magnets.

Their eyes drank the elf in and found that she was perhaps the most intoxicating thing they had ever tried.

"Er, y-yes, right, merchants. Uh, what are you selling?"

"Pets," answered Ellaria simply.

"P-pets? Just pets in a caravan of this size? I hope you aren't selling monster tigers or the like I'm afraid that would require—"

Ellaria lowered the sheet a little, the start of her cleavage coming into view. The gaze of the guards intensified, including the female one.

"Not big pets, small ones."

The guard frowned, "Still, how many pets would a great big caravan such as this hold."

"B-Boss!" Squawked one guard to the side, "I think they're all hers! They all look the same!"

Frowning, the guard trundled over and peered around the side of the caravan where he was met with the twenty three other nearly identical caravans lined up behind the first and all of a similar size.

He made a strangled sound.

"A-All?! This is enough to kit out several legions of soldiers and it's all p-pets?!"

"Yep, magic super realistic golem pets. Hence our name: Magic Mog. Show them Flora."

Flora levitated the chibi otterkin-Feytaur up which had been napping under the bench. It wore a pair of white gloves as well as horse pants.

It lifted its arms and made a cheerful BWEH! sound.

The guards were startled.

"What… is that?"

"I told you, it's a golem, just like the teddy bears you see."

"But it's made of flesh..."

"That's just because it's very realistic."

One of the guards approached and squinted up at it.

"Hey, is this a half centaur half otterkin?"

"No, that is a complete impossibility as species cannot interbreed. Obviously. It's just a novel design, you know how it is, the nobles will pay for anything that looks unique."

"Bleh!" agreed the Feytaur, sticking its tongue out and grinning.

The guards looked like they were struggling to believe her, but the sheet once more began to descend, the arc of her perfect breasts becoming visible. Several of the guards swallowed.

"I- I suppose that it's not possible that they are living since species don't mix like that…"

"And it don't look like a kid despite being small boss, way too cute, more like a toy or something ya know? It's kinda adorable."

Ellaria smiled, beaming down at them, "I'm glad you like my handiwork."

The flustered guards became increasingly flustered under the death beam of attractiveness.

"Now if you would just let us by…" Ellaria raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"I…" the head guard hesitated, "don't know if all of these caravans just contain these… golems… as you say." The guard looked uncomfortable saying it, first because he was going against what the beautiful elf said and second because, well, checking that many caravans seemed like a lot of work.

"I'm so weary from my travels that I'm dying to rest, but I can come around later in the day if you need to have a look. Would you put such duress on someone as in need as me and keep me from my bed?"

Her hands were lowering as she spoke, the sheet slowly showing more cleavage, and then the edge of the Dress, the fabric cupping her perfect breasts, her softness muffin topping slightly over the fabric in the most mouth-watering way imaginable, all framed in such a way that it drew the viewer in, making them lose sight of the entire rest of the world, unable to do anything but stare at such attractive form, such dazzling mind bending sexuality.

The guards drew closer, staring, lips slightly parted, their trousers starting to tent.

"Well?"

She lifted the sheet a little, hiding her breasts some, and it was like a physical blow to the guards, something they needed as badly as oxygen snatched away.

"W-Well, I'm sure it would be possible for you to come back l-later, ma-am, uh, my mistress, I mean uhm, L-Lady, uhm, breasts, I mean breasts NO! I mean breasts! AH! I mean-" the guard managed to end his increasingly high pitched and panicky verbal slips by jamming his fist into his mouth.

Ellaria jumped on the seat excitedly, letting out a light girlish laugh. Her breasts wobbled, their perfect blemish-free surface rippling deliciously with the motion over the top of the cupping dress in a way that practically electrocuted those watching. Three of the guards keened and grabbed their crotches as small wet patches appeared on the tented fabric. The railing of the caravan started to splinter and break as Fey's hand on it went white knuckle just from hearing such a laugh.

"Oh! That's perfect! I'll be sure to come back later for some… personal… time… with you all."

One of the guard's eyes rolled up and they collapsed unconscious, the crash of their armour against the ground turning heads.

Flora snorted and flicked her hand, tossing his unconscious body to the side as the caravans trundled by. Each caravan was able to make its way beneath the vast gatehouse and into the city proper unstopped, the guards too mentally stunned to do anything but watch, or unconsciously masturbate.

Ellaria let out a breath of relief.

"Phew, I was afraid that wasn't going to work."

"That Dress is too scary you know, there's something seriously weird with it," muttered Flora.

She held up the square sheet of cloth as the elf quickly stripped out of the Dress and returned to her adventurer's attire. Once done, Fey was allowed to remove her blindfold. She blinked in the light and quickly turned to see the elf, although she was disappointed to find her as normal once more. Probably to the surrounding crowds benefit if they wanted to remain dry of precum. Those who had caught sight of Ellaria in the Dress at certain angles slowly drifted away as they came to their senses.

They had done it, they were inside the city of Draconica with two dozen enormous intercity caravans. To anyone's unknowing eyes they might think they were a merchant group made of several companies in a convoy together.

"What now though Ella? Where are you going to find us somewhere to stay?"

"Well, we are starting to get a bit low on funds, but we should be able to comfortably afford some of the inter-city coach houses that the merchants use."

There was a small crowd forming near them, curious eyes wanting to know what was with the giant convoy of caravans, and so Ellaria was able to get a quick answer from them when asking for directions.

Flora sent the caravans rolling again and they made their way deeper into the city.

Grand white and blue stone buildings and white flagstones were what they found, although, as Fey noted, a few buildings were built of a dark black stone and had a far grimmer crueler look, pointed arches and jagged crenelations, twisted gargoyles and iron spikes.

The streets were fortunately quite wide, and some of the streets were even wider than that, some as wide as large fields, vast boulevards dotted with palms that swayed in the warm breeze.

They weren't to last through, the streets were starting to get cramped as they began to near their destination, the walls of the buildings on either side of the street getting uncomfortably close to the walls of the caravans.

The buildings became more run down and as they did the crowds increased. Dramatically.

As they emerged onto a street where they found it opened up somewhat, but it was also packed end to end with people, people who were very interested in their caravan.

"Uhh, E-Ella!" said Fey as people swarmed her, pressing her up against the side of the caravan. Of course, things being what they were, Fey found herself surrounded solely by females with an excellent sense of smell or who appeared to be in heat. Hands, claws, and paws reaching out to touch at her body as they cooed over her scent and massaged her muscles. Vulpine and lupine girls buried their faces in her balls and drew deep deep breaths through their noses, and shorter species ducked beneath, dozens of hands and tongues pressing along her length.

Her cock throbbed proudly, basking in the feminine attention, and her balls rumbled, eliciting gasps of amazement from the girls.

The caravan itself wasn't doing much better as the crowd quickly became more cocky, climbing up the sides of it and pulling at the wood, trying to find a way in.

"Hey, stop that!" yelled Ellaria looking around the side of the caravan from the front bench.

They didn't stop, and to her outrage, a panel was ripped off the side of the caravan and people began climbing inside.

"Captain, I think this is gonna end in a riot if you don't show them what's what," murmured Vivi, looking over the vast churning crowd filling the street.

Ellaria scowled but turned and stood, kicking open the door behind the front bench to access the interior.

It swung open to reveal a scared looking Kayla and Lily squeezed in at the far end with a number of Feytaurs and teddy bears. Before them were a group of red-scaled drakes. The drakes had opened up a wooden chest and were plundering the insides, the last of the band's gold vanishing into pockets and pouches. Ellaria's eyes flashed with fury, sparks exploding from her hair in an instant crackle of rage.

"What the hell do you think you are doing!?"

The drakes took one look at her and fled. Except for one, who continued grabbing up the last of the gold coins into his shirt.

He turned, coins falling from his grasping claws, at last taking note of Ellaria. "Elven cunt, bringing family wealth onto our turf, you deserved to lose every bit of it." He snorted a laugh and spat on her blouse.

Ellaria twitched, her eyes beginning to glow orange-red. Before the drake could make a run for it her hand snapped out and gripped his neck like a steel vice. The drake yelped, dropping his shirt and causing coins to fall free as he grabbed at her arm, trying to pull her off. But Ellaria was unstoppable. She hauled him free from the interior and over the front bench. She lifted him up and then threw him down over the side of the caravan.

…Down over the side and directly on top of Fey.

"G-get off of me!" cried the drake as Ellaria held him down, pressing him against Fey's back.

"You elven slut- You imperial bitch- you-'' he paused as his voice went up an octave, then he glanced down, seeing his shorts tented out with an erection, a wet patch at the tip, "H-Hey what's happening? What are you doing to meeee!"

The drake rapidly began to shrink as Fey bellowed a whinny, her hooves trotting on the spot excitedly as her body started to put on mass, draining the drake, shrinking him down, already a foot shorter and more. The girls below made appreciative noises, gasping in delight as the flesh beneath their tongues grew taut with growth, hands eagerly caressing the increasing mass of her stallion muscles and balls.

"Oh god, Ella!!" wailed Fey as her body strained, feeling like the best ever morning stretch but more.

The drake was small enough now, well below four foot, that his shorts slipped down and his rapidly shrinking cock was freed, spraying frantic little strings of white into the air as it rapidly lost mass, reaching two inches then one inch as the drake shrunk below three foot, then two foot, then a little above one foot, his face became rounded and wide eyed.

Fey cried out as she absorbed the drake, all of him, a spray of pre coming between her front legs, her now three foot nine inch cock unleashing all over the girls in front of her, who of course all cheered happily, lapping it up from their soaked bodies.

Ellaria bit her lip as she looked over the now greater sized Fey, a bigger, more dominant, and more irresistible centaur. Fuck she wanted more Fey, more and more and more, she wanted to feel as one of the otterkin's below her, smol and helpless beneath overwhelmingly massive she-stallion, a little wailing feminine cock sleeve having her world rocked.

The cute drake struggled up and let out a bluh! waving its arms mindlessly. The motion drew Ellaria's attention back from her daydream.

Without hesitation, she picked him up and returned to the doorway where she tossed him to the back of the caravan. A crowd of Feytaurs paused as the mini drake fell before them.

The two stared at each other, mini drake and Feytaur, then both threw their hands up in the air and cried BWEH! before running around in circles.

Ellaria looked around, suddenly recalling something.

"Dammit, did any of you see where the rest of those red scaled drakes went? I got distracted by that one asshole."

Vivi shook her head as she looked over the sea of people.

"Can't see anything in this lot captain. Anyone could have escaped in this chaos."

Ellaria groaned. "That was the last of our coins! we can't afford a coach house now!"

"Uhm,'' said Lily, waving for her attention from within the caravan, "I d-don't mind selling my milk, we just need to raise enough for the moment right?"

"What, here?"

Lily nodded, "It's like a huge crowd of customers, right? We just need to pry their money away from them!"

Ellaria hesitated but then grabbed hold of one of the milk barrels they used to feed the Feytaurs, one just to the side of the door, one marked with the word Lily.

Outside she thumped it down on the edge of the carriage seat, her foot coming down on the railing beside it. Flora floated down on top of the barrel and sat on the edge.

"Oih! Listen up!" said Flora, instantly comfortable with the idea of being a merchant.

The crowd blinked up at the pink-haired gnome girl sitting on the barrel.

"I know you're all curious why we're here."

The crowd listened, it was true, they were curious about the giant convoy and its odd occupants.

"Well, I'll tell you why, it's to introduce you to this." She patted the barrel.

The crowd stared at the barrel. It was indeed a barrel.

"No, not the barrel, but what's inside the barrel. Watch."

She produced a cup from somewhere and then let it drop. The cup fell down under gravity until it was near the bottom of the barrel where it stopped still floating. The metal tap on the side of the barrel then flipped open and a creamy white milk poured free, rapidly filling the cup to the brim.

A few unfortunate girls nearby were enveloped by the scent and their shirts became damp as they started to lactate.

Flora lifted the cup back up. The cloth over her nipples started to become damp, droplets of milk falling.

"This, my friends, is the milk based nectar of the gods. It's like nothing you've ever even dreamed of."

The crowd did not look impressed.

Ellaria coughed into her fist. "I ah, don't know if it's common knowledge around here but milk is graded for quality, bronze, silver, gold, and theoretically platinum." She pointed at the cup. "That, that isn't just platinum, it's one step beyond."

This time there was a murmur of interest, as while not everyone knew of the grading system of milk, those who did suddenly perked up with interest.

"What nonsense," came the voice from one of those at the front, a red-faced rotund and moustachioed man. "I did my time with the city's dairies and I've never heard of this platinum grade milk, let alone whatever is above it. It doesn't exist."

Flora raised an eyebrow.

"Care to try it then if you are so sure?"

The man frowned but stepped forward, a space clearing for him as the cup levitated down into his hand.

Hesitantly, he lifted it to his lips and sipped.

There was a collective pause as the crowd stared at him, wondering what was about to happen.

The man removed the cup from his lips.

"Hmm."

His eyes rolled up, and he immediately keeled over flat, foaming at the mouth, body going into convulsions, heels drumming on the paving.

Unfortunately, his fall also caused his arm to jerk back, and the milk from the cup was catapulted fully free, splashing across the faces of those behind him… and into their open mouths.

Cries of alarm went up as people started collapsing, any who tasted the milk falling unconscious, little sprinkles of milk flying from the covered nipples of those girls it touched.

"They poisoned them!"

"What did you do to my father!"

"My wife! What's wrong! Darling!"

"Uhhhh," said Flora, "Hey Captain, what just happened?"

"I… don't know, I thought you had tried Lily's milk?"

"No… we only kept the one barrel because it causes us to lactate when scented, none of us can go near the stuff. Hey! Don't blame me Fey's cum does crazy things to a girl!"

The dozen people on the ground were moaning and writhing, and the crowd looked about ready to lose its shit, in fact, someone threw a rotten tomato at Flora which the gnome caught and sent zooming back to blast them in the face. This only seemed to make the crowd significantly more angry. Soon eggs and fruits and stones were being hurled at her which the increasingly angry gnome caught and threw back to their owners which in turn caused their owners to get even angrier and soon the entire crowd was waging all out war with Flora, picking up and throwing anything at her that was not nailed down.

Ellaria turned away from the hail of objects being sent back to their owners and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. Really, this was not going to plan. For all intents and purposes, they were stranded in a random city street with nowhere to take their convoy of intercity caravans and ten thousand Feytaurs, trapped and surrounded by an increasingly hostile and angry crowd.

It was not a good situation to say the least.

She was seriously considering lighting up and simply terrifying the crowd away with a storm of fire over their heads when a hand clamped down on the railing of the bench.

A small purple hand, one near Fey.

After a moment's struggle, a head popped up behind the railing.

Big aquamarine eyes were matched with skin of an aesthetically pleasing purple also matched with purple skinned and enormous foot long triangular ears that stuck out to either side of her shoulder length bouncy white hair. She pouted with a small mouth, her face pleasingly cute not unlike an otterkin or gnome.

"Hmph, hey, are you the boss?" said the small purple girl, "The centaur said you were…"

Ellaria blinked down at her.

"Yes?"

She smiled, showing her perfect white teeth and a pair of adorable fangs.

"Do you need someplace to stay? We can give you someplace to stay, a nice one."

Ellaria blinked at her. "For our entire convoy?"

"Mhmm! We own the street so you can just park there or whatever."

Ellaria stepped close and leaned over to see that the girl was standing on Fey's back along with two other small purple girls with big ears who were clearly her sisters. They each wore what she vaguely recalled were called Kimonos, something that she knew Onis sometimes wore. Each Kimono was short, reaching down to about mid-thigh, and a soft blue dotted with orange and white flowers, the waist was wrapped in many loops of fine gold chain. The tiny girls the kimonos clad were only a little over three foot tall, and all similarly shortstacked, the expensive looking cloth straining tight around chests and flaring hips. One of the other two wore thin but very large lensed wire frame glasses, and the other had her hair done up in a bun with a pair of ivory hair pins.

Fey glanced up at her guiltily, "Uhm they said they could help…"

"Course we can, hosting such an unusual and pleasant smelling centaur would be of great prestige to our family! I'm Naomi by the way," said the girl, flashing her fangs as she smiled, "No other family could claim such a thing if you stay with us, and that alone has value more than worth the price to stay."

"I… see."

There was something to be said of maintaining caution when accepting offers from strangers. But then they were currently up shit creek without a paddle. The sounds of the furious crowd roared behind her as they continued to pelt Flora with stuff.

Ellaria sighed. "Fine. I accept your offer. Where must we go?"

Naomi flicked her ear then pointed. "Oh, it's just down along and then through a few of the side streets."

Ellaria turned. "Time to put your excessive amount of levels and magic to use Flora."

Flora nodded, standing up on the barrel with a fierce grin.

"Don't mind if I do."

The pink haired gnome stood on the barrel and turned to look over the crowd, which was of course still throwing fruit and veg and rocks and everything else.

She then clapped her hands together in front of her… and then she began to slowly separate them.

The cry of surprise from the crowd was something to see as hundreds of people were slowly shoved to the sides, pushed out of the center of the road, being packed together like sardines as they were squished up against the walls. That Included the girls tending Fey's body. Their cries were especially loud as they were dragged away.

Then the intercity caravan began to move, trundling forward, its eight heavy double wide wheels rolled over the stone, the people around kept aside with just enough room that the wheels passed by their feet.

The convoy rolled on, faces in the crowd looking on in surprise as so many caravans passed before them.

Fey trotted nearby, the three purple girls were on her back as they left, riding along happily as they straddled her.

With the three girls' guidance, they found themselves moving along at a quick clip, passing through the poorer rowdier area and a fair ways beyond it until they came out onto a street that didn't have buildings on either side but walls, tall walls with roof tiles capping them.

The hair bunned purple girl patted Fey on the back from where she sat and Fey turned to look over her shoulder at her.

"This is it. Our compound is the one on the left at the end."

The convoy rolled into the street. The convoy was so long that by the time the first caravan reached the end of the street the last was just entering. Flora had them come to a stop and let out a breath of relief.

Finally they had reached their destination, and perhaps temporary safety and shelter.

She jumped down off the milk barrel and onto the bench, then stepped along the bench before jumping down on Fey's back along with the three other short stack girls, pushing them aside to make room for her dominating breasts. She settled in as they blinked in surprise.

"So, are you gonna show us our new digs or what?"

Naomi smiled. "Of course, our family welcomes you. This way, Fey."

Fey nodded, "Is it okay if my kids come too?"

Naomi frowned, "You have children? I did not see any centaurs nearby…"

"Uhmm, well that's because they're inside the caravans."

As they had been speaking, Fey had been trotting toward the gates of the nearest wall which held a large red pair of double doors, black iron caps dotted over their surface

"Well, that's fine, our compound is massive, they can all come inside."

"Great!" said Fey with a smile.

"You're wicked, absolutely wicked sometimes Fey," said Flora, rolling her eyes, "Just a few kids, no biggie."

The gnome gestured at the twenty four caravans and the doors banged open one after another along the street, ramps and staircases extending as an absolute flood of Feytaurs roared out with their arms raised, yelling their victorious escape, desperate teddy bears trying to herd them toward the red doors.

"Wh-what the fuck are those?!" said Naomi, staring at the tidal wave of miniature centaur-like things charging toward her and through the double doors.

"Uhm, my kids?"

"What do you mean kids, what even are those things?!"

Fey shrugged gently as she stepped through the double doors and beyond, Feytaurs flowing around her hooves like a river. "They're something alright…"

Fey passed beyond the doors, the roar of Feytaurs flowing through the entrance and across the grass beyond, spreading outward like a fan as they raced forth, a number of startled looking purple skinned short people stood frozen mid-step as what seemed like an army of tiny centaurs invaded.

The interior of the compound appeared to be set out as a massive square half the length of the street, in the middle of the square was a square ring-shaped building, a single-story building with a courtyard inside.

The Feytaurs conquered all of it, flowing through sliding doors and entrances and running into every room, much to the concern of the occupants judging by the cries and shouts of alarm.

The invasion was fast and ruthless, all territory conquered and considered taken over by the Feytaurs, at least judging by the satisfied grunts they were making. Behind them the army of teddy bears herded the last of the stubborn Feytaurs inside until there were ten thousand plus of the things galloping around the compound.

Behind came the others Ellaria, Vivi, Flora, and then floating over the walls came Kayla and then Lily. Lily's huge breasts were covered in white cloth, of course, but as she was lowered down onto the grass a few of the Feytaurs tried grabbing at the cloth covered nipples to her distress, trying to get at her milk. Some of the teddy bears fought them off with sticks.

Naomi stared dumbstruck between the army of Feytaurs wandering around and curiously touching things, and then Lily, her breasts many times larger than she was, staggeringly large things, her enormous thigh thick nipples tenting out the fabric they were wrapped in.

"Is this all okay?" said Fey looking over her shoulder at the small purple girl.

Naomi blinked. "Alright? This is fucking awesome!" she grinned, her hands going up in the air. "We're going to completely upstage the other cardinals at the midsummer menagerie! South is going to be so freaking jealous of us! Look how crazy this is! Nobody has anything like this anywhere!"

The other girls on her back looked equally excited, practically jumping up and down.

"I… see?"

Naomi suddenly slipped from her back to the ground and waved up at Fey, "Come on, follow me, let me get you something to eat."

She made it about two steps before being buried in a mound of Waah-ing Feytaurs, one purple hand all that was visible of her sticking from the pile. Completely bodied.

A number of teddy bears rushed up and began shoving and pushing the Feytaurs aside and hauling the small purple girl free.

She spluttered, as she was freed, stumbling onto the grass.

"Your 'children'... are very… curious." she managed to get out.

"Aheh," said Fey, scratching her cheek.

With a guard of bears Naomi made her way forward, striding across the ground and up to the main building where she passed through an open sliding door into one of the huge rooms beyond, Fey following behind.

The ceilings of the interior were tall, but with Fey's height, she still found the top of her head nearing the ceiling. The furniture however was decidedly not Fey-height-friendly and built for the diminutive size of the small girls, tables only a little over a foot above the ground.

For a small species the compound as a whole must appear a vast thing Fey realised, and that if it were relative in size to them compared to a larger species, then they owned one of the largest properties she had ever seen.

The tables weren't much good for pulling out a chair and sitting at, since it was more like a coffee table than anything and didn't have any chairs, but that didn't stop Vivi from flopping down and sticking her white furred legs underneath it. She grunted in surprise. "Hey, it's warm under here," she said as she wiggled her toe beans in delight.

The small girl nodded, "Yes, it's enchanted to keep you toasty."

An older looking member of the small purple species with a waist length white beard came through carrying dishes which he carefully placed on the table, the table's surface glowed red as runes bloomed to life along it.

"The table will keep it warm, eat as you like,"

There was a cry of a distressed Lily from outside. "What about meee! I haven't eaten anything but bloody star peaches for days!"

Naomi rubbed her ear. "It's free for anyone to ta-"

A swarm of bears lunged for the table, grabbing the platters and fleeing out the door into the garden.

"-ake" finished Naomi. She stared at the now completely empty table.

"Dammit Lily, you're not the only one who likes to eat!" cried Vivi, thumping a paw on the table top.

"Uhm, one of our members has an appetite, an enormous appetite…"

"I see," said the elder as another elder came in with more platters and plates.

This time Flora slammed the doors to the garden shut and kicked out any thieving teddy bears before settling down with the others, Vivi, Ellaria, Kayla, and Flora on one side, Naomi and her two sisters on the other, with Fey sat at the head taking up a lot of space.

Kayla and Flora were able to sit cross legged at the table much more like a regular table with their small size, but to Vivi and Ellaria it was more like a low if large coffee table.

Fey sat at the end of the table, far too large to fit any of her body under it. She looked forlornly at the table, wondering what the supposed toasty warmth was like.

Naomi forked slices of spiced and sticky with sauce beef from the heated grill and piled it on her plate alongside what piles of various shredded vegetables, "So, is anyone going to tell me why there are currently thousands of centaur like things running around our estate? Are they-'' she lowered her voice, "-some kind of new species?"

Ellaria paused, a strip of beef partway to her lips that she had just finished dipping in a bowl of sauce. "No, they are just realistic golems like the teddy bears, they aren't alive, and interspecies mixing is not possible and would create uproar if it were. Obviously."

"Pssh, come on, I'm not gonna believe that, they're clearly alive."

One of the sisters elbowed Naomi in the side. "You seriously think it's more likely that they are interspecies? Come on."

"...I suppose."

"Speaking of species, I've noticed a few things about you that are reminiscent of Oni," said Ellaria as she added more spiced pork to her plate, "But you clearly aren't Oni."

Naomi rolled her eyes, "Hardly, Oni are hugenormous compared to us. No, we're Inari. A much less crude and barbaric kind of people. Migrants from the Izril Islands and the only ones of our kind in Draconica."

Ellaria frowned as though slightly confused by that answer.

There was a moment's pause as the group ate in silence.

"Why did you accept us as guests?" said Fey, "I feel like we're already causing trouble for you..."

"Oh that's simple, you saw the other estates on the street? Those are north, south, west, and we are the east clan. We cardinal clans compete, compete for prestige at the midsummer menagerie, and hosting something new and different in our menagerie is super prestigious. You have no idea how much we are going to kick the other clans asses with you."

"Yes we'll be all, oh, your clan acquired a diamond dog with two heads? Weeeell, we have a humorously large penised centaur, and thousands of weird tiny… centaur things," said the one with glasses, pushing them up with her middle finger and a smirk.

"And the otterkin with giant breasts, don't forget that!" said the hairbun girl.

"Yes, you will make an excellent menagerie to show off and win with," finished Naomi.

Ellaria paused in eating. "I hope you don't mean permanently, we aren't your prisoners."

"Oh gosh no, of course not, we just hosted a company of gymnastic merfolk before you and they left after a time by their own free will, more's the pity, so flexible in bed those ones. No, it has to be a novel menagerie, meaning our menagerie needs to change dramatically each year, repetition means losing points, so we couldn't keep you even if we wanted to."

One of the sisters scowled. "Those merfolk, they got poached from us by the northern clan and they moved into their estate. I've seen the northern clanners walking about the city with their guests, showing them off to anyone and everyone."

"Yes, but merfolk are rather tame in comparison to what we have here, no matter how they can flex their muscley bodies," hummed Naomi. "We're going to crush the competition, I can just see it!"

The old bearded inari lit candles as darkness set in, and then the band turned in for the night. Led from the room they came out onto the center courtyard, a garden of moss and grass and wizened oak trees, a small bubbling brook rolling through what appeared to be an ancient misty glade frozen and transported into the city.

The rooms surrounding it were luxurious, and there were a lot of them, a dozen on each side of the square, then another layer of rooms beyond that making the rooms double deep.

The old inari led them around the wooden planked flooring to one where he slid open a sliding door and gestured inside.

Fey poked her head inside but to her surprise found no beds. "Where do we sleep?"

The old inari gave her a funny look but gestured at what looked like a roll up camping mattress on the floorboards.

Fey blinked. Well, it wasn't a bed, but if anything it was far better for a centaur, especially one of her size when most beds would simply collapse under her weight.

She trotted forward, wiping her hooves on a mat, and began paddy pawing at the blanket, spun around a few times before slowly easing down.

A moment later she had rolled over onto her back, horse legs pointed up in the air, and started softly snoring.

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Whispers woke Fey a few hours later, and she cracked an eyelid to see the sliding door starting to ever so slowly ease open, and then near the bottom, a purple and white haired head appeared, and then above that another, and another, three heads looking into her room, looking at her.

"See, I told you she'd be asleep," whispered Naomi.

"Yeah, now get out of the way and let me get at her."

There was a scuffle, and then the door slid wide, allowing the three girls to fall through in a pile. They quickly struggled up and tiptoed over to Fey.

One of the sisters, the one with a hair bun, stood by her enormous weighty balls laying heavily on the mattress. She looked down upon them with awe, apparently for the first time seeing them close up. "Oh my god, they're bigger than my entire head! Bigger than goddam pumpkins!"

She fell to her knees then hesitantly lifted her small hands, placing them on the surface. The incredibly warm flesh radiated through her fingers. She leaned forward pressing her weight onto them and to her surprise found there was no give, as if they were incredibly packed tight and full with seed.

"I- wow, not even that merfolk who hadn't gotten laid in a year had balls like these. What happened to this centaur? Is she celibate?"

"That might explain why she's rock hard erect even now…," said Naomi leaning against Fey's barrel to peer at her cock. As Fey was so large and so was her barrel, the Inari's head was level with her cock. "If she rarely if ever ejaculates then maybe that's why she seems to have a perma boner."

"Or maybe, it's like a medical condition," said the girl on Fey's balls, "Maybe she's sick?"

Her hands followed the curve of the dark smooth testicles, feeling the heat and… vibration?

The inari blinked at the balls which came up close to her hips in height such were their size.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"Hearl what?"

"I don't know, it was like something moved…"

She frowned and turned her head, one of her huge ears pressing against the surface of the balls, listening closely.

Focusing, she began to hear a distant rumbling growl. Like some impossibly large monstrous beast searching for prey, no, not prey, a mate to breed.

She yelped as the surface of the balls suddenly bulged outward an inch and hit her so hard in the head that she fell back, landing on her rear with a thump.

She stared at the rolling balls before her, a low rumbling snarl filling the air as they churned and moved, then they grew a little larger before her very eyes.

"What's wrong with her balls?!" said the one with the glasses warily standing to the side.

The one sitting on her rump, opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. "I think… I think that's uhm, her s-sperm." She flinched as one side of the balls shifted, dragging the whole set of testicles an inch to the side and toward the one with glasses. "I- th- think they're trying to get at your womb."

The three inaris stared at Fey.

"Woah. That's…. kinda hot."

"She's got some kind of super determined sperm… I kinda want to know how that would feel in me…"

"Well good luck with that girl, that cock is as thick around as your waist."

She pouted, "My hips are wider."

"And that's going to help fit her… how exactly?

Naomi rolled her eyes and with a bit of effort managed to scramble on top of Fey's stomach, joining the massive cock on top.

It was… jaw droppingly large. Three feet and nine inches of thick vascular cock. Her feet, which were smol and only a few inches long, looked miniscule compared to it, and so did her hands when she hesitantly pressed one against it.

She swallowed noisily, realising that a few of the veins were thicker than her wrist.

"W-well I am not planning on fitting her, I just want a joy ride, you know, for the secret backrooms at the midsummer menagerie when the other girls are boasting about whatever part of their menagerie they fucked." She glanced over to the one with glasses. "Get ready to draw while I pose Eiko."

The Inari with glasses pushed them up her nose with her middle finger, flipped through a few sheets of her sketchpad and then readied her pencil. As she did so Naomi lifted a leg and stepped over the top of the cock, straddling it, the thing resting between her legs, her ankles just brushing up against its rough and hard surface.

It was very hot to the touch.

Her heartbeat accelerating, she lowered herself down, ass cheeks pressing against the surface as she landed.

"Clothing, Naomi" said Eiko as she began sketching.

"Hmm? O-oh, yes."

She began unknotting her thigh high kimono, pulling apart the gold string like chains around her waist and then allowing the blue and orange cloth to slip free, falling across Fey's cock behind her before slipping down to the side as she was left stark naked and sitting straddled on horse cock, her bare purple skin and pleasingly shortstack body exposed, posing as best she could while riding on top the massive shaft.

She whimpered at the feeling of her puss pressed against such a hard surface, the bump of one massive vein spreading her muff and pressing against her clit.

She turned to Eiko, "N-Now begi-"

The sounds of footsteps coming down the hall made her snap around in alarm along with her sisters, but there was little they could do, the horror of realising they had left the sliding door open leaving them frozen in place, touching at Fey's privates.

A shape appeared, a rounded shape, which quickly became a pair of breasts, and then the otterkin they were attached too.

The otterkin was holding a steel ring up to her face and appeared to be talking into it, that was until she caught sight of what was happening in the room. She froze, the girls all staring at each other.

From her stealthily cracked eyes Fey had a view of the ring in Kayla's hands and what looked like grey skin within it, like an elephant.

"S-sorry just passing by! Looking for the bathroom!" squeaked Kayla.

"Where is the cock!" came a booming demanding voice from the ring.

"N-not today!" cried Kayla, jamming the ring into her cleavage and practically sprinting out of view.

The three Inari sisters and Fey looked at the door, waiting to see if someone else would come.

"Gods, do you think she was after the centaur?"

"Maybe, I imagine it must be hard to resist being drawn to her cock, just scenting it makes me feel all squirmy down there you know."

"Yeah, like there's this hot itch that I can't scratch no matter how much I use my fingers."

Eiko leaned in close toward Fey's cock and breathed in through her nose, nostrils flaring wide, "F-fuck, It just got ten times worse," she said, squirming her hips, hand slipping between her thighs, nearly dropping her pencil.

"Well, masturbate it out, gods, it's not like you can fuck her."

Naomi turned her head back with a huff so that she was looking up the length of cock… and came face to face with Fey looking down at her, clearly wide awake and staring.

The two girls locked eyes. Then Fey's eyes drifted down, pointedly looking at the cock she was sitting on.

"Uhm, I- Uhmm, Look, I have a good reason for being here, okay?"

"You want to ride my penis?"

"What?! No!... Wait," she glanced down at the cock she was sitting on, "I mean, yes! But not ride as in s-sex, I just want to uh, sit and ride on it, like a, uh, saddle… Which Eiko will draw… and then show to our rivals to make them jealous…"

Fey shook her head slightly, "No, I mean to be bred, I can feel how wet you are on me, and how your stiff clit is pressing against me, your body wants me…"

"What?? It's not like that!"

Fey lifted an eyebrow, "Uhm, it's okay, if you feel that way, I uhm feel guilty about what happened…"

"...You do?"

"Yes! dropping ten thousand kids on you!"

"Er, right, that…."

"So I… I decided I don't mind if you want to have s-sex! It's the least I could do!"

The sisters stared open mouthed at her.

"Well I appreciate the offer, but, logistically?"

Naomi rocked her hips side to side as if to show their size difference.

"No shot. Your cock is literally bigger than me!"

"It's okay, I promise, my cock is magic!"

"Your cock is…" Naomi boggled at her, not quite sure what she had just heard.

Fey nodded enthusiastically. "Yep, it's a magic penis."

"You know, I've had that line told me by a few boys in the past…" said Eiko.

"Oh no! I'm not flirting, I really do have a magic thingy, it's magic!"

If the sisters looked any more convinced by this, they didn't show it.

"Look, just try and fist yourself and you'll see!"

"...You want me to do what now?"

"Put your fist in your pussy!"

"I feel like I'm missing something somewhere in this conversation," mumbled Naomi completely off balance.

"You might as well do it," said the one with a hair bun, "We did accost her in the middle of the night for a drawing just so we could brag about siting naked on her dick…"

Naomi huffed, "Easy for you to say Ren, you're not sitting on this monster! It feels waaay bigger when you're right on top of it!" but after a moment she glanced down between her breasts at her puss. Her very small puss, pressed against the very hard surface.

Hesitantly, she rocked her hips and leaned back, resting more on her rear and exposing her muff to the air, then she dipped a finger into her pussy, squeezing it past her tight labia.

She blinked in surprise, then tried another finger, then another, and then another, until she was slipping her entire hand into her pussy.

"Wh-why am I so stretchy!?"

Distressed, she shoved her other hand down, slipping her other fingers inside her wrist and then her palm and the rest of her hands until only her wrists were visible, stretching her pussy wide, her fists filling her insides.

"...The fuck did I eat?"

"It's not something you ate, it's my magic…" said Fey softly, "It means you can take any size p-penis from now on."

"Wait, seriously? Like I could take an orc? I could take an orc, or, or even a Minotaur?"

Fey nodded, "Yes."

Naomi seemed to think about this. "Huh. no more awkward situations where I drag an orc into my bedroom and then can't fit him. The number of times I've been tossed out a window by a sexually frustrated guy, you have no idea, it's rough being tiny and liking it big."

"Oh yeah, that's happened to me way too often," said Eiko adjusting her glasses.

"Me too!" cried Ren.

"The struggles of being a smol sized size queen," sighed Naomi, as though considering a great philosophical struggle.

Fey gave her a meaningful look, then looked down at her cock.

"Wait, an orc is one thing, but this makes an orc look like a needle!"

"Want to try it anyway?"

She stared at her. "You have to be joking."

"I can feel you getting wetter, are you sure?"

"That- No I'm not!"

"You're pretty leaky Naomi."

"Shush! It's an attractive cock okay, I like how it looks, aesthetically. I just- it's never going to fit, and if I did I would be n-nothing but a cock s-sleeve!"

"Oh you just got really wet."

"Gah! stop freaking saying that!"

Fey lifted hand and beckoned for the Inari girl.

After a moment of indecision, and glancing around at the others, she began to shuffle forward until her pussy was riding over the top of the rim. Then as she misjudged how lubricated her nethers were she slipped over the edge and fell on her front in front of the cock with a breathy thump.

"Okay, now press your rear back against me,"

Naomi looked unsure but after a moment began to squeeze her ass against the broad tip, her thighs spread very wide to either side.

At first her pussy just squished, but then with a gasp she began to spread, her pussy blooming like a flower against the slightly curved surface.

"Oh, I can feel it, I can feel myself taking you!"

She thrust herself back excitedly, humping herself against the cock tip, spreading her pussy nearly six inches wide… which is where it stopped. The Inari girl found herself able to go no further

"L-Little help?"

"Erm, I can't reach you, '' mumbled Fey apologetically, the anatomy of a centaur limiting what she could do with her partner as always.

"I can't get any more in, I need help. You two, come grab my legs!"

Eiko and Ren, who had been nearby, grabbed hold of her ankles and without hesitation hauled back on her, dragging her from either side of Fey's barrel. The sketchpad and pencil were left abandoned.

Naomi keened, her pussy starting to stretch again, her labia inching across the plane that was the tip of Fey's dick until it reached the nobbled rim, her extreme slipperyness causing first one side of her puss to slide around and hen the other and suddenly there was no resistance.

Naomi screamed as she was dragged back nearly a foot along Fey's cock, her stomach bulging out in front of her with a horse cock shape the size of her rib cage.

"Ah—HNNYAA!!!"

She screamed as she unleashed and fluid rushed from beneath her and washed down either side of Fey's barrel, hands slapping wildly at Fey's horse chest as she came her brains out.

However, since she was a size queen, she could only want one thing.

"MOAR! drag me back! get more inside of me!" she squealed, hands pushing at Fey's chest trying to shove herself backwards.

The two others, as fellow size queens, acquiesced and she jerked down the cock, her tented out belly passing beyond her face until she slammed home against her fat medial ring, her clit pressing against it as she screamed and bawled.

"FFFFHNN- OH GAWDDDD! It's- I- c-cannnn't-!"

However, the medial ring was where they got stuck, unable to drag her beyond it, their feet sliding against the bed.

"Fuck! Give me more! Give me more cock! MOREEE!" She cried, frantically wiggling and bucking her hips, trying to get the great O of her massively spread cunny to slip over the medial ring, her thighs dwarfed by the pillar of stallion between them, her bubble butt pushed up by Fey's sheer girth.

"W-we can't Naomi! you're too tight!"

Naomi looked up from her bulging belly, her saliva smeared across its surface.

"Then use these!"

She grabbed for her kimono and pulled free the slim gold chains that were entangled in it, throwing them into the others hands. They quickly tied the slim chain around her ankles and then paced the chains out, placing them between Fey's rear legs so that the chains were beyond her rear.

As they did that, Fey found a gold chain tossed into her hands. She looked down it to see Naomi tying it around her wrists, tying them together.

The chain was nearly jerked out of Fey's hands as the two sisters charged away from her, the chains in their hands jerking taut as Naomi was dragged over Fey's medial ring with a pop and a scream.

Fey grabbed the escaping chain firmly and then without thinking pulled back, tugging Naomi back up her cock. Naomi slopped back over the medial ring, somehow screaming even louder.

Then the two who had been dragged back by Fey's haul charged back the other way, feet pounding against floorboards as they dragged Naomi back down Fey's cock to schlop over the medial ring and a whole foot past it.

The howls and squirts of appreciation just made them more enthusiastic.

Fey found herself enjoying it a lot, she loved it when she was able to exert some control over those she was breeding, to move them herself, with her own hands, but it happened so rarely.

As it was with a cry of pleasure she hauled the screaming Naomi back up her shaft, feeling the way her tight passage stretched around her, the departure of her cock released a schlurking wet queef as the vacuum was broken.

Soon they found a rhythm, a steady lunging flow where the small girl slid all the way to nearly the bottom before rocketing back up as Fey pulled on the chain tied to her wrists.

Naomi's pussy was going insane with overstimulation, her eyes rolled up into her head as her tongue lolled from her mouth, drool connecting her lips, nothing but a quivering cock sleeve for horse cock.

Faster then faster they dragged her back and forth, until she was yo-yoing from end to end every two seconds or so, her screams becoming ragged as they ripped from her open mouth

"AIIIEEEEE!!"

And this time Fey joined her, screaming aloud as her body stiffened up, hips thrusting up into her, immense balls lurching as they drained, vigorously pumping gallons of hyper virile horse seed directly into her unprepared womb.

Cum geysered into Naomi's belly and it billowed larger, rolling outward and lifting Naomi and the cock away from Fey's barrel, her belly swelling across Fey's stomach.

Realising what was about to happen, and really not wanting to be trapped under Naomi's belly, Fey rolled onto her side, the cum belly flopping down onto the mattress with a slosh before rapidly continuing its expansion, rolling across the cloth as Naomi howled. Reaching five foot in width, then eight, then ten, a great soft orb filling one side of the room, pressing up against the ceiling and squeezing into the corners, dragging up Naomi from her cock until just the tip remained in her pussy.

Then it was done, and Fey was rolling back, the tip of her cock popping from Naomi's puss along with a gush of cum that splashed onto the mattress.

Naomi let out a long groan, pinned to her own enormous belly like a bug on her side, limbs limp, head lolling.

"I think that wash too guhrd" slurred the inari girl.

Eiko looked up at her sister's gaping cunt, a cavern between her legs that was far wider than her thigh, the insides of her pink walls clenching at the air, trembling in orgasmic aftershocks.

She turned to see a naked Ren frantically wrapping a gold chain around her ankles before knotting it tight then tying her wrists too.

"M-me next!"

"Hey!"

Ignoring Eiko, Ren leapt on top of Fey, scrambling in front of her cock and pressing her pussy against it.

She whipped her tied hands and the end of a chain landed across Fey's front. she looked up at Fey hopefully, her breath coming in pants, chest rising and falling.

"P-please, I need this! I feel like there's a freaking bonfire in me! I need you!"

She glanced to the side and clumsily kicked, the chain on her ankles falling over the side of Fey's barrel.

"Please Eiko!"

Eiko sighed but stepped forward and picked up the chain, leading it around Fey's back legs and over her enormous churning balls until she was standing before the bed.

Then she held the chain over her shoulder and began to haul.

It took a lot of effort to get the screaming writhing Ren onto Fey's dick, but eventually she did it, spreading Ren's pussy around a cock thicker than her torso, her stomach distended obscenely.

Then came a slower and more paced pistoning up and down Fey's dick, Eiko having to do the work of two people to keep Ren moving.

If Ren minded it was hard to tell judging from the cacophony of screams.

Fey was pleased she was at least moving a girl on her dick again and happily jerked her up her length before she was more slowly pulled back down by an exhausted Eiko.

In no time at all their voices were rising together, cum exploding into Ren's pussy, her form ballooning outward as Fey hurriedly rolled to the other side, dumping her on the mattress so that her belly had room to grow with huge lakes worth of horse cum.

Soon she too was touching the ceiling and her belly was expanding into the corners fighting for room, dragging Ren away from Fey's cock until it pulled her free with a gush of cum, leaving Fey to paint the last powerful part up her back and belly, a thick goopy white frosting.

Fey rolled back, her cum coated cock flopping down on her belly with a wet pap.

The room was… quite a lot smaller. In fact, what had been a large room had now become a narrow strip with one floor to ceiling purple belly on one side and one floor to ceiling purple belly on the other, leaving a narrow gap between which Fey lay in.

Eiko adjusted her glasses and licked her lips.

"Uhm, I uhm, notice that there isn't anyone left to drag me down your p-penis…" her shoulders slumped as she looked around hopefully for some solution but couldn't find anything promising, in fact there was nothing at all, not even enough room for Fey to stand and hump her instead.

After a moment she realised she was doomed and fell to her knees, hand palming Fey's balls as she bowed her head in despair.

"Nuuuu…"

"..uhm, you could maybe try… something."

Eiko raised her head despondently, "there's no one here to help me and you can't reach…

Fey raised one of her back legs and waggled it back and forth.

"Couldn't you attach the chain to this?"

Eiko blinked, looking up at the wiggling leg in surprise.

"I- yes!"

She frantically ripped away her kimono and grabbed the gold chains wound around it, tying one each to her ankles.

Fey lowered her rear leg and down and she merrily tied the end to her ankle, and then as Fey lowered her other ankle down she tied the other end to that.

Then turning, she stepped up on Fey's balls, using them as a stepping stone to climb up above her cock all while frantically trying chains to her wrists.

"D-don't go easy on me okay, I want to feel as good as Naomi, no, better!!" she said as she finished tying the chains off and tossing the two ends up to Fey.

Fey caught them, one in each hand and nodded. She would see to it that this poor desperate girl, and potential brood mother, was thoroughly and life changingly fucked. In fact, she quickly tied the ends of the chains to her wrists just to ensure she didn't drop them during what she was about to do. She tugged the chains tight.

Before Eiko was even ready Fey jerked her rear legs back and Eiko let out a scream as her pussy was forcibly made to take horse cock, spreading paper thin to an extreme degree as it stretched outward to engulf the tip and swallow it, her belly tenting out, each nobble of the cock silhouetted through her belly, an inari cock sleeve, her glasses half falling from her face, lying askew.

"Oh gods you're so fucking beeeggggHnyaaaa!!" screamed the inari, fingers clawing at her horse cock shaped belly bulge.

Fey, absolutely delighted to have full control of a girl on her cock, kicked her legs back and bit her lip as the deliciously tight pussy of the inari stretched over her beast of a cock, the entirety of Eiko's cunt writhing as her womb was stretched around horse cock.

"Ah,AH, AH!-H-Harderrrr!!”

Fey let the chains run through her fingers as she pulled the inari down and down and down her cock with her rear legs, the inari's legs stretched out straight behind her as the chains dragged on her ankles, a mirror to Fey's back legs as they dragged the inari nearly to the base of her cock, her belly sleeved in purple like a condom.

And then she gripped the chains in her fists and began pulling her back, raising her hands as the inari was pulled back up her cock.

Yes, this was something she had been needing for a while, full body control of her broodmare cocksleeve, the ability to use her as she pleased to masturbate herself.

Eiko screamed as she was hauled back up the cock, her breath catching as she plunged past the medial ring, squirting pussy juice fountaining up around her hips, her arms held out above her head as her back legs strained behind her, chains around her ankles dragging her down.

"OH!! OHhhHhh!!! M-MOAHH!!”

Fey eased into a rhythm, long languid lazy strokes, the inari's pussy rolling up and down her cock in long smooth relentless motions, massaging and fluttering and squeezing down on her length, pulling and tugging at her as the girls inner walls clenched, her cervix gripping and her labia dragged out behind her rear, a living fuck toy for Fey to lazily pleasure herself with.

"Oh gods, I need to do this more often," groaned Fey as she used her girl, her cock stiffening more than ever as she was able to custom control how the girl moved up and down.

Eiko for her part was a mess, her white hair bedraggled and plastered across her sweaty skin, her glasses askew, long lines of drool left along her belly bulge as she was eased up and down, her pace accelerating as Fey got into it, even bucking her hips slightly as she thrust her rear legs back, getting a few more inches of dick inside Eiko's overtaxed cunt.

She cried out as the jerking back and forth of the fucked silly inari became frantic, slamming her up and down every second, and then every half second, her huge ears wobbling back and forth as she sent rocketing up and down nearly four foot of cock, her glasses flinging from her face, hair whipping around her head as she was used, her mouth an O as she Howled ever louder.

Faster then faster still, her wet puss making wet schlucking sounds as the length was removed so quickly, air escaping as she was ripped up then slammed back down, becoming a purple blur as Fey roared, jerking herself off as quickly as she could with EIko's body, her back legs practically galloping as she masturbated her self with her screaming howling squirting little fuck toy until she was spraying huge hosing ropes of cum into her, spraying into her belly even as Fey jerked Eiko back and forth even faster, cum exploding around the edge of her reddened quim as she was ripped back up, before being rammed back down the sloppy cum covered cock. Fey wailied as she rammed her home with each successive roping surge of ejaculation, Eiko's great sloshing belly dragged back and forth across her barrel as it rose, rippling wildly as she was filled with progressively more gallons, reaching four feet across.

And then with a howl Fey slammed her to the base and truly started cumming.

Eiko screamed as what felt like a boiling hot river of piping hot spunt was unleashed into her womb, a slurry of thick horse cum that churned and roared as it washed back and forth from one end of her womb to the other, multi-impregnating her with countless eggs and driving her body into instant hormonal overdrive, a screaming hungry motherhood.

A muffled GLLRSCH! came with each powerful ejaculation into her.

Her tummy surged outward in one go, spilling over the sides of Fey's barrel and drooping down onto the mattress.

GLLRSCH!

Cum belly pressed up against Fey's front legs as Eiko screamed into her soft belly her now lactating breasts pushed up around her as her motherly throne of a body came into its own.

GLLRSCH!

She was spilling between Fey's back legs, a great soft thing, body pushing Eiko high into the air, and—

—It was here that Fey realised her terrible mistake.

She had chained herself to Eiko, meaning that there was a limit to how high her belly could expand because they were attached at the ankles and wrists.

A muffled cry for help came from the inari and Fey desperately tried to unpick the chains she'd tied around her wrists. Too late.

GLLRSCH!

Belly exploded out in every direction, pressing up against her sisters on either side, reaching up between Fey's front legs and rolling over her chest.

Eiko rose up into the air, dragging Fey's hands up and making it impossible to unpick the chains under tension.

GLLRSCH!

Belly reached everywhere now, Fey's face was pressed up against it as her hands were held up overhead, attached to the chain that reached up over the curve of her belly where they were attached to Eiko's wrists, she herself pressed down onto her own belly as her ankles were chained to Fey's, the chain reaching down.

GLLRSCH!

Fey cried out as the strain became immense, she just couldn't stop cumming! Ahe was being stretched around the cum ball that was Eiko, tied to her!

The sound of belly under strain filled the air as it found there was nowhere else to go.

Fey tried to stop cumming, she really did, but it just felt too good!

With a strangled cry, her cock sprayed another incredibly long jet of semen into Eiko's womb and with a whip crack snap! the chains on her wrists broke.

Eiko's womb now unleashed exploded outward in every direction, ramming EIko down onto Fey's cock and, slamming Fey back down against the bed, instantly filling in every last gap remaining in the room and pressing the other two girls against the walls, squeezing them in, cumbellies fighting for space, filling every little last bit of room.

The problem was.

Fey hadn't stopped cumming.

GLLRSCH!