Chapter 52 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: The band arrived in the city of Draconica, dragon capital of the queendom. After managing to smoothly trick their way through the gates, they end up accosted by a crowd in one of the poorer areas of the cities, a crowd who begins to push their luck. A gang of drakes enter the lead caravan and steal the last of the band's treasure. Unable to afford the expense of a coach house for the two dozen caravans it seems they are doomed, that is until they are offered a place to stay by a trio of Inari sisters who are part of a wealthy family. The band rolls up to their new accommodation and gets to know their hosts. Later that night Fey gets to know their hosts even more intimately. Things end up… cramped.

Now, chapter 52:

Being trapped under cum belly, while alarming at first, was actually kind of relaxing. It was very quiet as all outside sound was muffled and Fey's sleepy breathing was loud in her ears, standing out in the silence.

Quiet, apart from the occasional gently muffled feminine moan, faintly heard from gods knew where in the filled up room.

The other nice thing about it was how warm and soft it was, like being covered in a very heavy pinning blanket. Fey was happy to admit that she had slept like a foal underneath it, dreaming pleasant dreams about having a girl on her cock every moment of the day, so her length never had to be naked and outside of pussy.

It was a nice thought, and she could have dreamt of it forever, but all good things had to come to an end eventually.

The sounds of wood being shifted faintly echoed through Eiko's cumbelly and Fey stirred from her dozing, her cock twitching beneath the belly that was pressing it down.

She listened carefully, hearing louder sounds, alarming sounds, sounds that sounded like someone tearing down an entire wall.

And then, after a moment, a rush of air came as Ren who was to her side was dragged free, cool air spilling against the small part of Fey's body visible beneath Eiko. Then a moment later an invisible force gripped Eiko and started to drag her too, pulling and tugging her free from the room, her belly being dragged from atop Fey.

Soon daylight was pouring over Fey and she blinked as she looked around. The exterior wall of the room had been entirely removed and a pink haired gnome girl was floating in mid air, directing the enormous belly of Eiko and lying her down on the grass outside next to her sister.

Fey stumbled to her feet, a lazy hormonal mist stirring with turbulence as her head moved through it, the air as warm as a sauna, although that was quickly changing as the fresh air from outside replaced it.

"Th-thanks Flora, I couldn't have gotten out without you." she held up her hands showing the gold braces still around her wrists. "Too heavy to move them even a tiny bit with these things on me."

Flora rubbed the underside of her nose with her index. "Yeah I figured. I saw the way they were looking at you at dinner. They could have waited though, you fuck everyone in the morning session!" Flora grinned happily and started drifting toward Fey's cock, which twitched happily in response, a familiar girl and horse cock couple eager to be with each other once more.

"Not today Flora. We're busy. You can manage to go a few hours without being stuffed with absurd amounts of cock." came a commanding voice.

"What!?" cried Flora turning sharply on her captain, "But I need my morning breeding! I'll get all needy if I don't!"

Ellaria scoffed and rolled her eyes, "When are you ever not needy? If you are that bothered then go masturbate to the pictures you captured on that silly magic rectangle of yours, it's not like you aren't doing that with every spare moment."

"It's not the same!" groaned the gnome. "How can it ever be the same as having a great big horse c-"

"Forget it. We have things to do today. Not the least of which is finding an elven blacksmith to get those manacles removed."

Flora suddenly perked up, "Hey but she can still fuck me while we're walking around right? Right?!"

Ellaria raised an irritable finger, lips set in a line, but seeing the hopeful light filled expression on the pink haired gnome's face she deflated somewhat.

"Fine, you can ride her cock a little bit."

Flora fist pumped the air.

"But! You're not allowed to make her cum, in fact, Flora, would you kindly avoid pushing Fey over the edge into ejaculation when she's inside of you. There. You can now ride her without turning into a street blocking cum reservoir."

"But that's the best bit!" whined Flora.

Glowing sparks started to coalesce around an increasingly irritated Ellaria and the gnome hurriedly ducked down, fleeing beneath Fey's barrel to hide, peeking up between her legs.

Fey massaged her wrists. As much as the manacles were magic, they weren't exactly designed to be ergonomic, and they were starting to chafe a little.

"Are you even sure a blacksmith can remove these, Ella?"

"We can't know without trying. They are from the old empire, so an elven blacksmith should be able to handle them… That they are from the empire is also why it's best we avoid too much attention while we see to that. Speaking of which.

She turned to find Lily whose enormous breasts were being lazily pumped for milk, Wummy sending the milk into a set of huge barrels taken from the caravans.

"Wummy, you aren't allowed to be outside in the city, if people see you it could be bad. This is an order from your captain."

Ellaria glanced at the three cum balloon Inari sisters to make sure they hadn't noticed Wummy, but they were still very much unconscious, their massive gapes slowly oozing gooey white down their taut purple bellies.

"Squee?" came the reply.

"Quickly finish up with Lily and get back inside Vivi before anyone sees you."

"Squee." said Wummy, a tentacle saluting her captain's command.

Of course quickly in Wummy terms meant powerfully, and a scream ripped from Lily's mouth as the tentacles on her nipples suddenly tripled in size and began hauling milk from her gigantic nipples, her hands clutching at her breasts as she squirted in response to the stimulation on her sensitive nips, a long arc of clear fluid spraying up in the air from between her thighs.

The otterkin was left whimpering as her breasts were forcibly drained down to eight feet across, her nipples painfully red and sensitive as the tentacle milking nozzles were removed.

Fey trotted by to see the tentacles draw back in through a sliding door to the room beyond. There a snoring Vivi lay, her legs spread, the tentacles slipping back up into her pussy to join the true mass within her womb.

As the last tentacle tip returned inside it flicked the fox girl's clit in passing and Vivi jerked awake with a start.

"Wh- whassa?" she mumble-slurred.

"We're leaving for the city. Prepare yourselves, all of you." said Ellaria, striding past the sleepy yawning fox girl.

And they did, the band quickly gathered near the entrance, pulling on their adventurer's gear at the red door, Vivi hopping on one foot as she stepped into a pair of short shorts and wiggled them up her hips and under her slime girl pregnancy. Lily's breasts were ensconced in a blouse sized to perfectly fit them thanks to the clothing tree, skin tight white cotton covering her vastness entirely.

Fey gasped as incredible soft slippery warmth brushed against her cock tip and then spread around it easily and comfortably. Even without seeing her Fey knew it was Flora. She had so frequently fucked her over the last few days that she was familiar with every square millimetre of her pussy, every unique nerve cluster, where she could press against to elicit the most screams, what parts made her squirt the hardest, the ring of her cervix and then the heat of her sacred core.

She recalled her dream of wearing a girl every minute of the day and wiggled her hips a little. Okay, she could get into this perhaps. Wearing Flora as they went about town wasn't so bad.

Below, Flora got herself comfortable, squeezing herself down to the base and between the top side of Fey's dick and her horse stomach, her short skirt hiding her stretched wide pussy from view. She plucked the magic rectangle from her cleavage and carefully aligned it, taking an image of Fey's cock sheathed in her belly reaching out beyond her head. She hummed, making a pleased sound as she inspected the result. Yes, this would make for most excellent private time material.

The ground started to move below her as Fey and the band moved off, stepping into the street where the convoy of caravans had been parked dividing the street in two. An army of teddybears worked behind them to stop a swarm of rabid Feytaurs from following after them, teddy bear arms linked and forming a wall against the horde.

In retrospect, the neighbours might not have been very appreciative about having the entire street turned into a parking lot. Which was confirmed as a group of tall figures who were gathered down the end of the street spotted them and started storming toward them, arms gesturing in outrage. Each of the figures was taller than a human and wore white owl masks along with black and white cloaks embroidered with curling foliage.

One of the other cardinal clans Fey supposed.

"Ah, this might be a problem. Perhaps a little flame is in order." said Ellaria, a few sparks flicking from her fingertips, perhaps a tad too eagerly.

A rosy cheeked Lily waved for her attention from behind her oversized breasts carried by many teddy bears. "Uhm, we could just run away captain, my bears can distract them!"

Ellaria paused, "....that works too."

Lily flicked a hand, and a group of bears slipped from the doors behind. The bears began marching down the street in a line toward the owl masked group.

At first, it seemed as though the owl maskers would ignore the bears, simply stepping over them… and they tried too, but that only provided the teddybears the perfect opportunity to duck under their robes and start climbing up their legs, using sticks held in paw to start jabbing at any soft sensitive parts. The group of angry owl maskers went from angry and determined to panicked squawking, jumping and madly dancing as they tried to shake off the determined and furiously prodding teddy bears.

Magic mog was given plenty of time to slink away, leaving the increasingly distressed clan behind as well as the feytaurs firmly shut behind the compound gates.

The band made their way into the city, this time without two dozen caravans attracting the attention of everyone and their dog… Although the sight of Lily's breasts still attracted a lot of stares, the white cotton cloth wrapped tight around them, swooping arcs of cloth hanging between her nipples which tented out the fabric.

That said, the band didn't attract as much attention as they expected, perhaps because the city was filled with so many unusual sights, great dragons flying overhead, strange species, and exotic clothing.

Ellaria led the way, stalking through vast boulevards and squares until they emerged into some kind of shopping district, the streets lined with market stalls and shops, rotund silk clad merchants bellowing for attention.

Everywhere, the colours and textures of smell. The spice and mouth watering odour of streetside barbeque, the freshness of new-baked bread and sweet pastry from bakeries, spiced pear and cranberry pie, pastry horns stuffed with snow cream, all competing with the fragrance of the many flower-sellers and the ashen scent of tobacconists.

Then, as they neared the edge, a scent with a metallic tang filled the air, as well as a faint wood-smoke haze.

*Tink* *tink* *tink*. Ellaria rounded a deserted corner to see an elf with a small silver hammer leaning over an anvil, hammering what looked like a solid gold leaf that spat pink sparks with each strike.

Ellaria waived for his attention and he looked up, pulling away a pair of metal-worked goggles from his eyes.

"Yes?" he paused, "House starry oak?"

Ellaria scratched her cheek looking a bit uncomfortable. "Ah. My family has some renown in the eternal forest. But I didn't expect to be recognised."

"Hmm yes and no, no renown needed, just a fine memory. I recall seeing you as a teenager at a number of woods meets and the like with starry oak although we never spoke. My grandfather stormed the walls of this city with your great grandfather you know, died together in battle, crushed to death under dragon claw, warriors of the old empire both, good folk."

"...Er, right, that."

"Well what can a humble metalsmith like myself do for a fellow elf hmm?" said the elf with a warm smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Removal of a pair of manacles, enchanted manacles from the old empire."

The elf smith tilted his head seeing that Ellaria wore no manacles. His gaze drifted over to Lily and his eyebrows raised on seeing her bust and then to Fey who lifted her hands showing the gold manacles circling her wrists. He didn't seem to quite register the thing hanging below her barrel, although that might have been because it was sleeved inside Flora and wasn't immediately recognizable for what it was.

He scratched his head as he stepped forward to look up at Fey. "You're a big one, even for a centaur," he said as Fey brought her manacled wrists near for him to inspect. He gripped one and turned it over, eyeballing the workmanship and the elvish scripture engraved into the gold.

"Hmm, curious."

"Can you take them off?"

"Unfortunately no, this is beyond my ability. Perhaps you should speak to the person who made them?"

Ellaria blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I recognise the craftsmanship, it's the work of your sister, a fellow metalworker, a skilled one. These aren't from the empire but made long after, only a few decades back if I had to guess."

Ellaria stiffened. "Are you accusing my sister of having recreated those abhorrent manacles?"

The smith gave her a silent look, expression unmoving. "Yes. That is why I suggest you speak with her. To do such a thing… is problematic. If certain more vindictive species were to find out then that could bring a lot of damage to elven kind, some hold onto centuries old generational grudges like a lifelong lover and will pounce on the excuse to exact harm. I won't tell others of this, it's best this is dealt with behind closed doors. I urge you to seek out your sister and prevent her from doing whatever it is she is doing, because whatever it is, It isn't good."

A mixed expression fell over Ellaria's face and a kind of wariness that Fey hadn't seen from her captain before.

Fey was about to respond when a click and a flash of light came from beneath her barrel and the elven smith reeled back in surprise.

Flora looked over the image of the startled smith on her magic rectangle and nodded her head. Yes she was a good imager.

"F-Flora! what the heck are you doing?!" yelped Fey trying to lean down to her side to see Flora.

"What? I was bored so I captured part of his soul in the magic rectangle."

"Captu- It does what?!?" whinnied Fey, real fear entering her voice, "H-how many times have you taken images of me?!"

"Oh don't worry, like ninety nine percent of the images are of your dick so if anything it's only your dick that has no soul left. You probably have what counts as an undead zombie penis at this point. A Zenis if you will."

"But I don't want a Zenis!" wailed Fey.

"Flora..." ground out Ellaria, her lips set in a line.

The smith beside her blinked rapidly and touched his eyes.

"...What was that?"

"Nothing, just my idiot subordinate messing around."

Another click and a flash came and Ellaria glared flaming daggers down at the gnome who was happily humming as she flicked through the images in the magic rectangle.

"That's it. Flora, would you kindly get the hell of Fey's dick."

"Nuuuu!" wailed the gnome as she slid forward, her pussy desperately trying to keep Fey inside but failing as she forcibly hauled herself off revealing feet of cock slick and glossy wet with her juices.

With a soft pop her cunt slipped around the head and was left open to the air, the cavern of her pussy easing back slightly from her stretching.

The smith's hammer fell from his hand as he seemed to realise what it was he was looking at, the massive cock and the tiny gnome who had just been speared on it.

…Which only caused Ellaria to look even more embarrassed. She grabbed hold of Fey's hand and quickly led her away down the street, leaving the stunned metalsmith staring after them.

The others followed in her wake.

"What does it mean Ella? Your sister made these manacles?" whispered Fey once they were away.

"I… don't know. it doesn't make any sense, she would never…" Ellaria blew out a calming breath as she slowed to a halt and faced Fey. "My sister may or may not have made them, but unfortunately she is very far from here which doesn't really help us recover your strength. I can only hope that there is another more skilled metalsmith in the city who can break them."

"But your sister… he said what she did was forbidden."

Ellaria nibbled her lip. "Yes. But don't worry I will be sending a very stern and strongly worded letter to my sister, that will set her right I'm certain."

Fey wasn't sure that a letter was really going to solve this particular problem but she was distracted by seeing Flora sitting down behind Ellaria.

She blinked as she looked past the elf to see the gnome lying back on a chair, her blouse unbuttoned beneath her chest and a man between her legs with what looked like a glowing pen, awkwardly trying to avoid looking at her wide open gape visible below her too short skirt. The gnome hummed as she tapped on her magic rectangle, barely paying attention to the man working on her midriff.

"Uhm, Flora, what are you doing?"

Ellaria followed Fey's gaze and frowned as she found the gnome.

"Hmm? Oh just getting a tat."

The two looked down to see the first of a few pink glowing lines being drawn onto her skin above her mons.

"H-how much did that cost, it's just we're a little low on funds…" murmured Fey.

"What funds? There's only scraps left, it was barely enough to pay for this, gosh."

Ellaria twitched. "That was supposed to go toward freeing Fey from the manacles! How are we going to afford-

BOOM.

The ground suddenly shook as if it had been struck, windows rattling violently as drinks sloshed from cups on nearby cafe tables, fruits on a nearby stall falling to the ground and rolling across the cobble. Lily's breasts rippled alarmingly from end to end. Metal barbeque grills rattled as their frames shook and the meat hissed and spat on top as it was disturbed, releasing a fresh billow of delicious smelling smoke that spilled across the street.

"Wh-what was that?" said Fey looking around in surprise, expecting there to be cries and screams of alarm.

Instead, everyone walking the streets hadn't seemed to notice the shaking in the slightest, and were carrying on as normal, merchants casually strolling over to pick up the fruit, brushing dust from their surface with their sleeves.

BOOM.

The ground shook once more, a tile falling from a nearby roof to shatter on the paving below.

"What's happening?!"

Even Flora looked surprised, the rectangle drooping in her hand as she looked around, and then recalling the tattooist glancing down.

BOOM.

If the tattooist cared about what was happening he didn't show it in the slightest, drawing through the shaking with zero issue, hand effortlessly steady and experienced.

BOOM.

Ellaria glanced between her bandmates.

"Ah, didn't you see it when we were overlooking the city?"

"S-see what?"

"The mountain snow? The glaciers?"

BOOM.

Fey looked up suddenly as something enormous and white passed by overhead, the tip of an absolutely vast… tail.

B-BOOM.

Her gaze moved down to the palace just seen over the rooftops, the top of the great rock outcropping and the luxurious palace on top.

Something was sitting down, something was leaning back against the slope of that vast rock outcropping, leaning against its cut flat surface, an enormous white something.

BOOM.

Came the sound as the mind shatteringly large dragoness eased back against the stone, a dozen tiles falling from a nearby house.

Distantly a tower on the palace collapsed.

"Yes, that wasn't all snow and glaciers on the mountain tops, that was Queen EXCALIVANIA sunbathing."

Fey took an unthinking step back. She needed to FLEE. She needed to run from this city and never ever come back, that wasn't a dragoness, that was a GOD.

The dragoness appeared to be getting comfortable, and the sound of howling wind suddenly started to near, a few of the merchants held their products down as the awnings over their stalls flapped in the disturbed air.

And then a leg was swung over top the street, a leg that blocked out the sun. Fey stared up at it, mouth hanging open, just the foot alone dwarfed a six storey building and her shin was wider than the street was wide.

her view was off nothing but clean pure white perfect scales overhead, and then the leg was passing, coming down elsewhere in the city with another boom.

In the distance the dragoness put her hands behind her head and sighed, wiggling against the rock outcropping that was simply the back of her sun lounge. The sloped plane cut in the great rock outcropping was made for her! The entire thing was just her seat!

"Gjhfjgej," babbled Fey, on the verge of having a panic attack.

A hand came to rest comfortingly on her midriff and she looked down to see Ellaria looking up at her.

"It's okay, Fey, you've nothing to fear."

Fey opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. Queen Excalavania made Lady Alexandria look tiny, in her— wait, Fey suddenly blinked, realising something utterly mind bendingly horrifying.

This Queen, she wasn't even in her dragon form!

"Sh-she's bipedal Ellaa! What the fucckkKk! How big- How does- How big is this dragoness!!?!?!"

The tattooist had finished up with Flora's tattoo as Fey justifiably freaked the fuck out at the sight of the godlike and utterly terrifying dragon queen. He turned to her.

"New here eh? Don't worry, our Queeny won't squish you or anything, part of her magic is that she has one hundred perfect awareness of her body and those around it, she's never stepped on anyone ever. Although it certainly makes it more convenient for her to lie down throughout the city when there's space, which is why we have the extra-wide boulevards and the squares and such if you hadn't figured it out yet."

"B-But her form!"

"Hmm? Oh yes, that's not her true form."

"H-how big is that," croaked Fey, fearing he would answer.

The tattooist shrugged. "Dunno, she hasn't taken it in centuries and then she was a fraction of her current size. If she did now it would probably squish the city at the very least."

Fey swallowed noisily. What a terrifying thought, the only thing preventing the entire city from being flattened was Queen Excalivania holding back from releasing herself.

Her gaze turned back to the dragoness whose head was just visible over the rooftops, a head the size of a castle. Many pointed white and gold scaled horns curled elegantly around her head like a naturally ornate crown. She yawned, her great muzzle opening wide, revealing snow-white teeth and a pink mouth. The air displacement of her yawn caused every window in the street to rattle and every door that wasn't locked to spring open.

Then she closed her eyes and seemingly took a nap.

Fey shivered.

"I promise we won't be going in the vicinity of the Queen Fey, she, well, she doesn't really count as a normal dragon, other dragons don't grow to this size, that's just her. The most you'll see of her is her distantly sleeping over the rooftops. The dragon soulomancer we seek won't be anywhere near to her I promise."

Fey nodded unsteadily, feeling light-headed as she stared up at the sleeping vastness just seen over the rooftop. Were they standing between the dragoness's legs in this part of the city?! The thought was terrifying.

A click and a flash came from beside her, and she looked down to see Flora cooing over her new Womb tattoo, a design with a heart at the centre and two horse cocks crossed below all worked into the swooshy lines of the design. The tattoo glowed bright pink, spilling a little light.

"It's awesome isn't it? With this everyone will know my pussy is for horse cock only."

"Y-yes?" croaked Fey, feeling like her brain was breaking in two from dragoness trauma.

Flora held up the magic rectangle to show the image of the tattoo she had taken on it. The tattooist looked at it in surprise… and then he collapsed.

An equally surprised Flora looked down at the man slumped against the chair she was in.

"Oih, shit head, what are you doing?"

She scowled and waved away some of the smoke from the nearby street grills as she got no response... Then she yawned. "Goddam, you know sympathetic yawning? When that oversized lizard queeny yawns there must be ten thousand people yawning right after her."

Fey wasn't sure what she meant but she rubbed her eyes... It was true that she was feeling a bit sleepy.

Then she blinked as she noticed that the street grill's smoke was everywhere and that rather a lot of the passers-by were starting to sink down to the ground or slump against the tables they sat at.

Turning, she was alarmed to find Ellaria passed out over an ornamental bush, along with Vivi who was drunkenly hanging onto her leg as she lay on the ground, a drunken tentacle emerging from her pussy and wobbling around. As Fey watched the tentacle seemed to give up and flopped to the ground and went still.

There was only Fey left standing as the red-scaled drakes emerged from a nearby alleyway. They wore fabric bound around their mouths and carried small leather bags from which heavy smoke poured and pooled.

They assembled before her and held the bags up, wafting the smoke up toward her face.

Fey collapsed.

—

Consciousness came murky and ill-defined, like a hangover that was particularly toxic.

Eyelids coming unstuck, Fey managed to open her eyes a little.

Cold hard stone floor met her gaze, a few bits of hay scattered across it.

"Urf." she said, opening her horribly dry mouth and rolling her jaw. She felt uncomfortably dehydrated, which only compounded her pounding headache.

After a minute, and starting to feel a little better, she managed to slip a hand beneath herself and slowly lift her upper half.

She found herself in some kind of stone cell, one with a heap of hay at one end and a barrel of water, perfect for a horse.

It was also very dark.

Not the nicest of places to wake up in.

Gradual alarm dawned on her addled mind. She managed to slowly and heavily roll onto her hooves and get to her feet, nearly banging her head against the ceiling in the process.

There was a door to the cell and she approached it hesitantly.

"H-Hello? Is anyone out there?"

She listened carefully and after a moment footsteps approached. She backed up, fists raised, ready to attack.

The door swung wide and a red scaled drake appeared in the door, but he was far from unprepared for her readied attack. He held a long metal stick in his claws, the end of the stick was forked with two points at the end.

"You're awake. Come with me, you need to begin work."

The drake gestured with the stick and disappeared from the door.

Fey's fists dropped slightly. Work? What work? What was going on?!

She hesitantly lifted a hoof and stepped toward the door, then another, until she was ducking below the frame and peering out.

She appeared to be in some kind of stable with hay strewn across the ground. Ahead of her were a group of red scaled drakes and in front of them were… a number of girls bent over wooden frames? Fey frowned as she approached, her brow rising as she first saw the cow-like ears emerging from their long hair, then their cow-like tails and then the enormous larger than beach ball sized breasts hanging from their chests, nipples reaching past their knees as they were bent over.

"Cowkins?" murmured Fey.

The red drake with the stick waved it at her.

"Yes, perfect for what you do to girls, yes?"

"What do you mean what do I do?"

The drake scratched at his muzzle. "We all heard it, when we were in the crowd yesterday, we heard that you were responsible for that otterkin's breasts, for her breast milk. That your cum did that to her."

"In the- Hey! Were you the ones who robbed us!?"

"We relieved you of excess metallic weight so that your travelling efficiency is greater. We did you a favour."

"That's called stealing and you almost left us stranded in the middle of the city with nowhere to go!"

"You have no need to worry about that now, this is your new home, now and forever. Your sole job is to make our cowkins like the huge breasted otterkin, massively improving their milk quantity and making it that much more valuable."

"Y-you want to enslave me?!" Fey's hands formed fists and she took a step forward.

"Don't. We know what your touch can do."

She took another step.

The metal prong was jabbed into her midriff and electricity shot through her body, locking up every muscle. The only reason she didn't keel over on the spot was because of her four legs. She gritted her teeth uncomfortably tight as the pain became everything.

The drake removed the prong and Fey nearly fell over, staggering on her feet, breathing hard, skin and coat covered in sweat.

"Y-you bastard!"

"Just one of these can do that to you and each of us has one. Now be a good little centaur and impregnate our cowkins."

Fey trembled as she looked over the drakes in dismay. But there was nothing she could do.

They eyed her carefully before they stepped aside, revealing the naked cowkin rears presented to her in a row, three in total.

Despite herself, it was an appealing sight, doe-eyed cowkins shyly looking over their shoulders at her in surprise, and what looked like a clear eagerness barely withheld, their tails flagging into the air, the skin of their puffy pussies shiny with their natural lubricant that rolled down their thick thighs.

The one directly in front of her caught her attention and shook her head faintly, then made a gesturing motion.

Fey hesitantly trotted forward.

"That's a good girl." growled the drake.

Fey ignored that and leaned down over the cowkin.

"Hey," the cowkin whispered. "You can't fight the cattle prods."

"What should I do?" Fey hissed back.

"Just… just do it with us and wait for an opportunity."

Fey blinked down at her

"Are you sure… this is just.."

The cowkin nodded ahead of her, and Fey followed her gaze to where a great metal incense burner sat, smoke slowly oozing out of its broad lidded bowl. Fey drew in a breath, smoke entering through her nose causing her to jerk back as her entire body heated and flushed.

The cowkin bit her lip. "Yeah, trust me, you need to relieve us before anything, we've been here months with that aphrodisiac thing and I'm dying on my feet for cock, it's-"

A powerful jet of precum exploded from Fey's dick, spraying between the cowkin's legs and between her milky breasts, launching out far ahead of them. The precum smashed into the legs of the brazier and the entire rickety thing came crashing down, splitting open revealing heaping mounds of dried herb within. The piles of fully exposed herb that scattered across the ground ignited instantly and clouds of smoke so thickly filled the air that it became impossible to see.

Fey drew in breath, drawing in huge amounts of the smoke into herself.

"D-did you just cum? Goddam girl, talk about being on a hair trigger. Look, just do something with my pussy okay, I'm on fire! This is so much worse!" It was true, the cowkin's pussy was visibly reddening, her clit swelling further as a fresh wash of her hot fluids gushed down her inner thighs and drooled from her folds in dangling strings.

Fey keened, her hips bucking and thrusting on their own, completely out of control. Her cock tip slammed into the thigh of the cowkin, glancing off and causing it to ripple like jelly, then slammed into her rear, then finally managed to hit home against her pussy.

"Y-yeah, now just rub the tip against my clit, p-please-"

"In-Inside!" yipped Fey.

"Wha?"

"I need- Inside!"

The cowkins eyes widened as the pressure on her pussy suddenly increased massively and she started to spread.

"H-Hey, hold on!"

Too late, Fey drove herself forward, thrusting violently against the cowkin's cunny until with a wet shchlorp her enormous cock stretched her pussy around itself and tented out her belly.

The cowkin screamed, squirting over the hay even as Fey thrust in deeper, her bulging belly lurching forward, parting her precum covered breasts, the lubricant of precum making skin on skin slippery.

Fey began violently and wildly thrusting, hips pumping, the cowkin's hair grabbed in her fists as she hauled her head back, the wooden frame she was bent over groaning alarmingly as she made ruin of the cowkin's puss. Thrust thrust thrust, like a wild bull she made use of the cowkin, using her like a wild animal, pounding her rear with a wet clapping as hard stallion thighs met soft rear, eliciting choked screams and frenzied squirting as the cowkin was rearranged around horse cock.

Soon she was crying out, cum exploding from her tip to cumflate the cowkin, the wooden frame breaking apart as she expanded the girl. Fey roared and yanked back, her cock still spraying cum as she searched for fresh pussy, huge lines of gooey white slathered up the eight foot tall cum belly of the first cowkin.

She turned jerkily, searching for the next cowkin in the smoke, nostrils flaring as she drew in more of the aphrodisiac, eyes becoming bloodshot, still cumming in huge roping lines that launched from between her front legs.

A red scaled drake stumbled from the smoke. The smoke was apparently having an effect on him too as his shorts were tented with an erection as he fought for air.

Seeing Fey, his eyes widened and he thrust the prongs of his cattle prod up.

With a snarl Fey caught the prongs in her hand, electricity racing through her body and only making her cock spurt harder, the drake crying out as he was slathered in her cum, coating everything below his heck in inches of white.

Fey hauled back on the drake and he stumbled forward into her hands, her hands wrapping around his neck as he struggled.

"G-Get off of me!" he cried as he began to shrink. An uncaring Fey didn't say a word, only watching hungrily as all he was was absorbed into her body, making her bigger and stronger, more powerful, cum spraying over him as she shrunk down, clothing falling away as she ejaculated all over his body, each little spurt engulfed and absorbed by Fey's own. Putting on another half inch in height and cock length Fey tossed aside the tiny squawking drake and strode toward the next eagerly mooing cowkin in line. Rising up she slammed her front legs down on the frame, cock aligning with her pussy, cum spraying all over the cowkin's thighs and ass she used the lubrication to help drive her cock into her. Still non-stop ejaculating her length tented out her belly, breasts spreading around the penetration, belly already expanding with cum as Fey continued to spray cum into her.

A few dozen violent strokes later and Fey came a second time while still coming from her first, the cowkin's belly surging out even faster as her ejaculation redoubled.

Unable to hold herself back, she pulled free without finishing, and basted the cowkin's belly with cum, staggering to the side as she searched for more cowkins, more pussy, cock still spraying.

The drakes, who were finally beginning to realise that something was very very wrong ran at her from the smoke as she approached the next cowkin, cattle prods raised high and shorts tented, running directly into the stream of cum,

Steel touched bare flesh and Fey roared, grabbing two by the throat each and hugging the third into her breasts with them even as the prongs electrocuted her, exciting even more powerful sprays of cum from her bucking rigid cock.

She stumbled forward with the three drakes, desperate for pussy, for relief, and reared up over the next cowkin, even as she held the three shrinking drakes in her arms. The cum slathered pussy of the cowkin didn't stand a chance and Fey slammed home with a cry, the drakes crying out in alarm as electricity shot through her, only seeming to drive her on to buck more furiously into the howling cowkin.

She gripped them close, squeezing them into her breasts as she drained them, the cowkin below her screaming and squirting as the horse cock increased in size inside of her, her belly inching a little further beyond her face, even as her belly sagged down to the ground filling with continually spraying cum that then redoubled as Fey thrust and thrust until she was cumming once more, ejaculations overlaying.

The cowkin blimped outward, rising from the ground until her pussy was dragged from Fey's cock with her size leaving a maddened centaur with three tiny drakes stuck in her cleavage,

Cock still waggling and cumming in every direction she stumbled through the thick smoke, searching, searching for pussy, anything!

A drake appeared from the mist, eyes full of fear as he looked up at the now larger centaur. He didn't stand a chance, grabbed and held close as Fey crashed into a door, her weight making it buckle, breaking it open even as she fell through, a drake half his previous size struggling in her expansive cleavage.

Inside she found a larger more muscular drake sat behind a desk with a scar over his eye. A pipe spilling purple smoke fell from his mouth as his eyes came across the massive centaur struggling through his doorframe, the remains of the door tangled on her, four tiny drakes riding her cleavage, their hands raised in excitement as smoke billowed in behind her. His desk thumped as a powerful rope of cum shot from between her front legs and crashed against the wooden front.

Fey turned bloodshot eyes on the drake, chest rising and falling like a pair of blacksmith's bellows.

"mOrE, GIvE ME MOARRR!"

The drake flinched and jumped from his desk, chair clattering across the ground as he stood.

"C-calm down! I just wanted to offer you a job! I apologise if it came across as a bit of a strong offer!"

"Offer yourself to meee!" cried Fey, her body hungry to absorb him, to take him and make herself even more virile, even bigger and larger, more! more! more!

The drake yelped hearing this and turned, running at a large curtain set behind his desk. He leapt at it, his body pushing back the fabric, and Fey thought he was about to find a gap and slip through.

Instead… he appeared to slip into the fabric.

Ravenous for pussy and growth as Fey was the sight still caused her to pause. She frowned, the snarl on her face easing, the ropes of cum from her cock slowing and eventually stopping. Which was perhaps fortunate as the ground was already a pool a few inches deep.

Despite her horniness addled mind, she could still sense something odd was happening here. She approached the curtain, brushing off the four mini drakes on her breasts onto the desk as she passed.

Reaching out a hand she touched the cloth.

…It just seemed like normal cloth, the fabric falling around her fingers. How had he passed into it?

Frowning she pushed harder, wondering if there was something behind the cloth. Instead, after a moment of resistance, her hand started to pass through, like pushing through a layer of soft resistance and out to something beyond.

Well, there was a distinct lack of pussy on this side, perhaps she would find what she needed on the other.

In a completely reckless act Fey threw herself at the curtain face first.

The fabric fell over her just as if she had run into normal fabric, then a moment later she started to press into it, pressing through it.

Her head emerged on the other side, but the other side wasn't the office.

She looked around in startlement as she fully emerged into what appeared to be a dark void. For one heart stopping moment, she thought she was back in the original dungeon that had changed her, distant lights about to start clunking on, revealing miles of glass tanks and the great bronze machine.

But no, the place remained stubbornly dark and the ground wasn't artificially flat but the uneven stone of a cave floor.

Seeing something from the corner of her eye, she turned to find pools of light in the dark, like islands in an infinite black ocean.

Soft moos and moans came from the pools of light and Fey realised she was looking at an open air stable, no, not a stable, a dairy.

The huge glass tanks of milk that stood meters high beside the rows of girls made that obvious.

The muscled drake was there, crying out for the drakes tending the cowkins. They turned in alarm, holding up their cattle prongs, and the muscular drake ran for what seemed to be a cowkin different from the others. She was larger, with large horns, and on her chest were six heavy breasts.

He grabbed up a huge jewelled axe from nearby and turned on Fey.

"Submit to me centaur, and I'll let you fuck all of my cows. That's all we wanted, for you to impregnate them so we can increase their milk production further, so we can make money!"

"MOaR!!" roared a mindless Fey not having understood a word he said. She charged forward.

Cries of alarm came from the drakes as the giant centaur galloped toward them cock flinging around beneath her. Two drakes stepped in front of her, setting their feet and raising their cattle prongs, which was unfortunate positioning for them as they were standing directly in front of the cowkin pussy that Fey was after.

The three collided and the drakes went rolling, but not before their prongs hit home sending an electric jolt through Fey's body and eliciting a cry of pain. Furious eyes turned on the drakes just as another pair stepped up and jammed their cattle prongs into her side.

Body twitching and locking up Fey fought through the electrocution by the power of pure outrage, one hoof stepping then the other until she suddenly lunged forward, gripping them by the necks and dragging them close, using one arm to hold them against herself as she reached for a third as they tried to flee, snatching hold of his tail and dragging him close as he screamed, clawed fingers leaving long lines in the ground as he was dragged back into her embrace.

It didn't matter, Fey was inevitable and she held the three slowly shrinking drakes close, groaning as her body enlarged.

A moment of distraction, one that the muscular drake took advantage of.

"You fucking m-monster!"

The axe came down in an overhead swing and Fey raised an arm to stop it, hand catching the haft.

Unfortunately, while she was still decently strong, the gold manacles were severely restricting her strength, and she found the arc of the axe barely slowing under the bulging muscles of the drake.

She gasped aloud as the blade struck between her breasts, barely missing the heads of the other drakes, steel sinking deep, smashing apart her sternum and ribs and sinking into her front.

She coughed blood, and looked down at the axe embedded in her chest.

This made Fey very very angry.

With a strangled scream green light exploded from her body in all directions and the axe was launched from her wound by the force of her healing, flying over the head of the stunned muscular drake. An especially large brazier that was slowly oozing smoke was struck by the axe, the cheaply made thing collapsing apart, heaping armfuls of dried herb spilling across the ground and igniting instantly.

Smoke billowed into the air.

Fey launched herself forward, back legs kicking and full on tackled the muscular drake.

A tackle from a normal bipedal person could hurt, a tackle from a large bipedal person could genuinely injure a person.

A tackle from a massive four legged centaur was devastating, like being run down by a cart horse. The muscular drake was one moment upright then being crushed underneath the weight of Fey as she hugged him into her cleavage, the three other still shrinking drakes below her lower body.

The muscular drake could already feel his body starting to shrivel and in a panic tried to escape, reaching above his head to try to crawl free.

If Fey was even close to allowing that it wasn't obvious, in fact she was barely paying attention to him as she reached out, grabbing hold of the tail of the final remaining drake in the cavern, pulling him back into her clutches, the drake screaming for mercy.

The muscular drake groaned as he tried to free himself, but the rapid disappearance of his muscles made it impossible, she was just too heavy!

His groaning turned into moaning as he ejaculated, spattering against the centaur lying atop him as she absorbed him and took him for herself.

He sank between her cleavage as he shrunk, reaching five-foot, then four as the centaur grew even larger above him. She groaned as she absorbed him, shivering and trembling as her limbs lengthened, breasts swelled in size, and stiffly straining cock gained fresh inches in length and girth.

The muscular drake's voice slowly became higher and higher pitched until he was miniscule and making meeping sounds, flailing beneath the writhing centaur, joining his fellow drakes in tininess.

And then it was done. Drained dry as Fey flopped over, five tiny drakes with rounded features wobbled up and began running around in circles making bweh sounds.

Fey shuddered as she lifted her arms overhead and stretched, enjoying her new more powerful size. As she did so she breathed in.

The dairy was now filled with the aphrodisiac smoke and yet more smoke filled her lungs.

She opened her eyes as her cock stiffened.

Right, she needed something.

Her eyes drifted over to the trembling and drooling needy pussy of the nearest cowkin. She licked her lips.

She climbed to her hooves, wobbling slightly as she adjusted to her now nine foot of height. She had become a truly massive centaur.

The wooden frame groaned in distress as she lifted first one hoof then the other and rose up above it, her enormous weight straining it to its limit. Her cock, a four foot monster that well outsized the thickness of a thigh, throbbed violently, a breeding tool, no, a breeding weapon, powerful veins standing out along its length as it was kept straight by extreme throbbing stiffness.

The cowkin's trembling hips looked tiny in front of it, completely outsized, her gushy leaky puss shaking with need and fear, her clitoris winking, popping in and out of its hood as her puss clenched and unclenched with desperate need, floods of her juices washing down her thighs.

Back hooves pawing at the ground Fey pressed her hips in, the broad tip producing a squeal from the cowkin as it flattened her ass cheeks, a little sprinkle of her filly juices splattering up the broad head as her starved pussy reached for her, desperate to have her inside.

"P-please! It's been so long!"

Fey acquiesced and powerful she-stallion muscles drove her cock forward, the sloppy soaked pussy stretching outward as her cock head drove in, cheeks spreading outward as the monstrous horse dick forced its way until with a scream her pussy lips slipped around Fey's enormity, labia going paper thin as her lower lips stretched obscenely around Fey's new girth.

Fey and the cowkin let out simultaneous groans, two girls finding extreme relief from a great and terrible need, Fey feeling her cock tip being squeezed on all sides by wonderful pussy, the cowkin being so mind bogglingly filled that what once seemed an impossible to satisfy itch now seemed within reach.

"G-Go! Thrust! Fucking fuck meeeee!" squealed the cowkin.

Fey's hips slammed forward, horse cock sliding past her puffy folds and entering her womb in one smooth motion, tenting out her belly, already drawing back and then slamming into her again, and then again, each time a little deeper until her medial ring was being plunged in and out in plentiful sprays of squirt. The cowkin thrashed as more and more cock stretched her, her breasts rippling as her belly bulge passed between them over and over. So much cock! Life changing was an understatement!

Soon enough Fey was cumming and the cowkin's belly began to swell as it was rapidly filled. Her belly joining her massive breasts in size and then passing beyond to reach the floor and spreading outward and then up, lifting Fey's front hooves as the frame broke apart around her, a howling cowkin who was more cum than girl.

Her belly reached higher, taking her with it, and then she was being lifted from Fey's cock, her pussy pulled from the massive member. Fey was left with her hooves indenting the belly as her cock sprayed cum up over the cowkin's back and over her hair and up her belly slathering her in a layer of horse cum inches thick.

Fey groaned, hips thrusting unconsciously at the air, still cumming, cock waving. She needed to be sleeved in pussy! The cold air was anathema!

She hurriedly moved onto the next cowkin, still cumming, and began to fill her, thrusting into her with each rope of ejaculated cum until she was ejaculating again, except her previous ejaculation hadn't stopped and her spraying ropes of cum came twice as fast, ripping the girl's puss from Fey's cock as she ballooned outward and leaving her shooting great lines up against her belly and in every direction once freed.

Still frantically cumming Fey lunged for the next girl, slipping in her double-ejaculating cock and filling her even as she thrust as fast and as hard as she could, cum shooting out around her thrusts in great meters long arcs and splashing over her back legs, covering them in a thick layer of white.

She came once more and her ejaculation came even faster, the surges nearing a continual rate and each rope becoming thicker and heavier.

Once more Fey found herself freed to the air as the lifted cowkin was pulled off from her by the sheer size of her belly, her cock painting her outsides as well as her insides.

She moved on, the next cowkin blimping as quickly as she could thrust into her, barely enough time to cum. Then came the next. And then the next. The aphrodisiac smoke driving her into a berserk rutting.

Some time later she pulled free from the seventh cowkin. It only took a fraction of a second to cover half of the cowkin's belly in white such was the sheer continual explosion of cum of a seven times ejaculation, arcs of cum spraying of in every direction from below her barrel, flying off into the smokey dark as she whined, hips thrusting, tail between her legs.

It just wast enough! None of them were!

"H-hey, centaur, over here!"

Fey turned as she heard the voice and found the six breasted cowkin. She was different, unlike the frames the other cowkins were bent over, this cowkins was practically lying on top of hers, which was necessary as her six ground reaching breasts needed the room. The huge pumps on each stiff nipple had their own individual glass storage tanks.

This cowkin was wet. Incredibly Wet. the other cowkins had been leaky, with lines of their arousal continually rolling down their thighs due to the aphrodisiac, but this cowkin was far beyond that, finger thick strings of semi transparent cream dangling from the massively swollen red lips of her slit in two foot long ropes, her thighs soaked with waves of her arousal. Her needy juices poured down onto the stable floor below where they formed a wide slippery puddle.

Her erect pink clit made for an obstacle that the fluids oozed and frothed around, the thing winking and popping in and out from her clitoral hood in great pulses of lust as her hips trembled with frantic excitement.

Here was a cunt beyond desperate to be filled, a starving thirsty thing, driven to its absolute limit from deep sustained arousal over many months, open and ready to be fucked, fucked hard and good.

The cowkin had obviously been made to suffer.

And Fey was the cure.

As Fey turned on her the cowkin abruptly disappeared below a blizzard of cum, instantly coated inches thick.

But her flailing legs and thick thighs were enough for Fey to have a target and she whinnied as she shot forward, quite literally leaping into the air, all four hooves leaving the ground as she dived at the cowkin.

With a scream, her cock found pussy in the layer of cum and she sleeved her in one long motion, her six breasts being violently knocked aside as her belly stretched out in front of her, well past her head, her body spread by cunt wrecking shaft.

The two howled as Fey was sheathed, the cowkin's belly already hanging down with Fey's continual hose of ejaculaton, spreading her many breasts as it filled, the glass nozzles on her nipples waving madly.

Then Fey heaved back, cock nearly entirely unsheathing from her, huge floods of cum coming with it that washed over her legs and across the floor behind in a cummy wave before she thrust back all the way to the base, cum spraying around her length as the cowkin's pussy was stretched, white exploding around her hind legs as everything became slathered in gooey cum.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, Fey sawed in and out of the cowkin with her four foot of cock, the choked squealing of the cowkin heard below as cum rolled down her face, her fingers scrabbling at her breasts which bounced out wildly to each side with each thrust, the impact causing milk to spray into the nozzles.

The cowkin's legs were stiff and out to either side behind her nearly doing the splits as her toes splayed, kicking madly at the frame as she was driven to much needed madness by pounding thrusting horse cock, each slam-thrust fountaining masses of cum around Fey's hips sending lines shooting into the air as Fey continued to ejaculate as she fucked the cowkin.

Within a half dozen thrusts her belly had filled the space below her and her breasts were being forced upward by her cum belly, a cum belly that was causing the frame to creak and groan until the pressure built too high and with an explosion of wood and splinters it broke apart, her belly free to flow outward.

This time because Fey was so much further over the top of the girl her belly started to lift her full body even as she continued to thrust into her, each thrust of her hips causing the cowkins girl's womb to surge out inches as cum was pumped into her.

Higher off the ground and then higher still, until her rounded belly was pressing up against the cumflated cowkins in the neighbouring stalls, then pushing them across the cave floor, obliterating the dairy as more and more flowed into her womb, a non stop ejaculatory fucking that caused a full-on waterfall of cum to flow down her belly behind Fey creating a lake below her.

Fey was crying out with each thrust now, her cock almost painfully stiff as it continually poured cum into her new broodmare, her great belly sloshing back and forth, rippling wildly as the she-stallion driven mad by the smoky aphrodisiac blew load after belly-busting load into the cowkin, reaching twenty feet above the ground, twenty five feet, thirty, a great wobbling pale mass of belly with the cowkin girl riding the top, her massive armchair sized breasts pushed up either side of her torso in a row, the freed nipples spraying milk down over her belly.

And then Fey came for the eighth time.

The surges in size from before suddenly seemed like nothing as her belly ballooned out another ten-foot at the same time Fey slammed herself home sealing off the escaping cum and allowing all eight stacked ejaculations to flow into the cowkin's womb from her over overtaxed and painfully straining cock.

The cowkin threw her head back and shrieked her lungs out, her breasts doubling the speed with which they sprayed milk, white arcing it high over the air as her pussy squirted so hard it managed to clear the cum and spray down Fey's balls with pussy juice.

Her womb was a hurricane of cum as it washed around inside her so violently that her belly wobbled, the pressure of the cum against her insides and the wriggling of uncountable hyper aggressive sperms against her womb walls something the cowkin could physically feel. Hundreds of expanded pleasure clusters driven into an extreme pleasurable state as furiously swimming sperm stimulated her all, impregnating her with thousands and thousands of children, instantly knocking her body into a hyper hormonalness that realised it now had to produce milk for uncountable mouths.

The cowkin screamed as her belly grew another five foot and her breasts started to swell outward, rapidly increasing in size and growing taut and heavy with milk, nipples becoming stiff and erect as her body responded to an eight times breeding, her breasts near doubling in size and dwarfing her own body as Fey rode her higher, unleashing a literal river of cum into her welcoming and ecstatic womb.

"AIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!" screamed the pair as huge amounts of fluid sprayed from their overly excited bodies.

And then with one final belly-busting surge of cum and breast breaking spray of milk it was done.

The cowkin's fifty foot tall belly reached its zenith in the dark cavern. and Fey was left in darkness, breathing as she slumped over her broodmare. All light extinguished as the cowkin had smothered everything with her belly.

Fey slept.

But her sperm continued to work.

There was a broodmare to multi-inseminate.

--Fey current size: