Chapter 65 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Fey quickly empties Lush of seed, as adventuring at that size just isn't practical, and then finds a nearby hot spring to wash off where things end up… a little too intimate. Lush expresses words that neither of them were ready to hear and the blushing pair awkwardly return to camp where Magic Mog and The Lead Feathers move out for the final stretch of their journey.

Unfortunately they are ambushed, attacked by the monsters they had come to kill. Except… these monsters, the Jötunn, were far larger and stronger than expected. The Jötunn, together with a Jötunn anti-mage, overwhelm the two bands and kidnap everyone but Fey who is launched horizontally leaving her unconscious in the forest. She eventually wakes and returns to the scene of the ambush to find no one there. In an act of desperation she makes a Demonic Contract with Kelnixi the Succubus, giving the Succubus the power she desires in exchange for saving her band.

Now, Chapter 65:

That was the problem with a giant thirty foot tall succubus, she was hardly going to be quiet.

The ground trembled beneath her bare red skinned feet as she stumbled through the forest, boughs and branches snapping and breaking around her shoulders and breasts. One hand was pressed against her forehead, and she squinted blearily as the sun beat down from the sky above.

One large centaur was held under arm, like some kind of purse or mailbag, or a large luxury pet dog. Her arm was wrapped around the barrel and her palm was pressed up against the sternum, fingers spread between the dangling legs of the centaur.

"C-Can you be a bit more stealthy!" whisper hissed Fey up at the giant succubus.

The succubus glanced down at her. She really did look quite nauseous. Apparently over eating was a very real issue for succubi. Although it was doubtful many succubi would be aware that was possible, it wasn't like there was any other source of seed that was quite as endless as Fey's balls.

"Urff, sure, just keep it down a bit would you, I swear I'm currently experiencing the worst migraine of life."

"W-Well maybe you should have been so greedy for my seed. Is this size even necessary to take on the Jötunn? You're a freaking demon! You should be able to take them out at half this size!" said Fey, trying to keep her voice a notch lower in volume.

The succubus still winced.

"You shouldn't underestimate Jötunn, any monster with an origin in hell is going to be a tough nut to crack. I should know, the things lived in the mountains around my town. Demons with naturally high body heat are like sugary candy to them so I'm not going up against a tribe of those bastards without a lot of power to back it up."

That did sound concerning and Fey's worry levels went up a notch.

A snatched spot of blue caught her eye through the trees.

"Stop!"

The succubus came to a stumbling halt. Half a tree collapsed as she brushed by it.

Fey squinted through the forest. Yes, she was right, there was a Jötunn right there!

Fortunately it seemed they hadn't noticed them.

"I think we must be near, I can see one of them. It looks like they just finished going to the bathroom and are returning to their camp."

The succubus knelt as she spoke and Fey found herself being gently put back on the ground. She trotted around and looked up at the succubus, or at least tried to, the canopy hid her above chest height, that is, above her upper chest height, the succubus's lower set of breasts were still quite visible.

"This shouldn't take long to deal with," said the succubus, although her tone didn't quite match her words, sounding more like someone with a hangover hoping they could return to bed as soon as possible.

Fey pursed her lips.

"Look, just let me check first and see my band is okay, okay? If you go blundering in there then they might kill them before you can even fight the Jötunn."

The succubus paused but then a voice came down from above. "Fine, go see whatever, and then call for me."

This seemed like a wise move and Fey trotted ahead.

Admittedly she wasn't particularly stealthy either being a nine foot tall centaur, but at least she wasn't crashing through the treetops, and she had excellent hoof placement she could boast about, each step carefully avoiding any large sticks that would snap loudly.

It helped that she was currently so flaccid that her cock had withdrawn fully into her sheath for once, a sign of just how much the succubus had drained from her. Having a raging erection slap-slapping against her barrel was never going to be good for stealth so that was probably for the best.

She snuck through the forest like that, slinking like a stalking wild cat in the shape of a… uh, centaur.

In the end it was more than enough to let her get close, and she pushed aside leafery and peered beyond the forest into a clearing.

It was the Jötunn encampment.

Huge leather tents were set up amongst the clearing, made out of various stitched together skins from gods knew what. A few camp fires were scattered about too which a number of the Jötunn were warming their hands at, warming them literally, the giants had their hands inside of the fire, the flames licking over the craggy blue skin. An aspect of their diet of heat Fey supposed, maybe this was them snacking?

Her gaze shifted and she found what she was looking for. The bands. The Lead Feathers were there, all nineteen of the cream or white or tawny feathered griffin girls. Some bundled in ropes so tight they couldn't move, even their beaks tied closed with string, others with just their hands or feet or wings tied. Magic Mog was there amongst them, Ellaria looking ludicrously pretty even tied up, somehow making the ropes look like some kind of fashion statement. The two otterkin twins looked absolutely terrified (Lily with her about four feet diameter of cumbelly didn't even require any rope as she wasn't capable of moving on her own), Vivi was slumped back and massaging her rounded stomach, seemingly trying to comfort an injured and scared Wummy, (whatever the strange flame was that had been used on her had done much more harm than a normal flame, an unusual property of heat that the Jötunn were able to wield if Fey had to guess.) and lastly was Flora who was passed out stone cold, slumped in her ropes and faintly snoring.

A Jötunn was leaning over one of the griff girls and doing something. To Fey's dismay she realised he had some kind of rotten sagging pumpkin in one gloved hand. He ladled what must have been a good pint of the orange and blue and green goop in the pumpkin out and moved it toward the increasingly panicked griff girl. Not that she could do anything to stop him, the Jötunn pressed the ladle against her beak and simply forced it open. A moment of panic crossed the poor girl's eyes as she accidentally swallowed a mouthful of the horrible stuff and gagged.

It seemed like she wasn't the only one to have been given this treatment, a few of the girls beside her were looking decidedly ill and blue in the face with pumpkin pulp smeared over their feathers and beak. Fey could practically smell the stuff from where she hid, it smelt a lot worse than just rotten pumpkin so gods knew what horrible concoction they had created to feed them.

This also lined up with what Fey had been told as this was clearly the first step toward inducing a fever in a person so that the Jötunn could better absorb their body heat.

She was about to turn and go fetch the succubus when the one who had been spoon feeding the griffin girl turned and looked directly at Ellaria.

"You dare take that foul concoction anywhere near me monster and I will make you inhale it through your nose." snapped the elf, somehow looking down imperiously at him despite being tied up on the ground and the Jötunn being eighteen foot tall.

The Jötunn seemed to take this in, and then gave a leering grin, a dark rumbling chuckle emanating from his chest that sounded like chunks of charcoal grating together.

He took a step toward her.

Welp. This wasn't going to happen on Fey's watch. Not to her Ella.

Fey stepped from the treeline, openly trotting into the clearing in full view.

"Th-the healer!?" squawked one of the griff girls with pumpkin pulp all over her beak.

"Why are you here!? You should have gotten help you stupid fool!"

"I- I don't feel so good…"

"Forget her, Olanelis must be using her as bait, there's no way this pyrite would have the balls to come alone."

"I mean, she does have gigantic balls, have you seen the size of those things?"

"I was speaking metaphorically!!!!"

"Will you lot shut up about Olanelis this and Olanelis that, if he was coming to save us he would have gotten her long before now!" spat Lush from her wrappings of rope pinning her arms and wings to her body.

"S-So? He may have just been going for help!"

"What help?! We're days from the city! There's no one out here capable of saving us! He abandoned us like fucking disposable waste!"

The crowd of griff girls quickly descended into bickering and insults, some dead certain Olanelis would be coming for them with help, others more realistic realising they had been abandoned to their fate.

Fey stood before them awkwardly, the Jötunn with the pumpkin looking between Fey and the arguing griff girls in surprise, his goop filled ladle drooping in his hand. Behind the captives and the ladle Jötunn the camp was starting to realise something was wrong, and as she watched more and more of the intimidating eighteen foot tall giants stepped forth, bearded faces scowling down at her.

Her heart skipped a beat at such an intimidating sight.

But she had come here for a reason.

She raised a shaky arm and pointed at the clustered giants.

"Y-you are done for n-now!" she managed to squeak out.

A Jötunn wearing a pointed mage hat who was pushing past the others raised his head hearing that. The anti-mage, or at least some kind of monster who could easily counter magic. Taking Flora's ability he had stored it in the knot of deep red crystals curling around each other like angular claws on top of his staff. It wasn't lost on Fey how this one presented a particularly dangerous threat as a counter to much of what an adventurer could do. Olanelis had run away for a reason.

The Jötunn laughed, the sound like burnt black trees crackling as they splintered.

"This one, this little centaur would have been better off fleeing."

"I- I can stop you… I think!"

The anti-mage gave her a measured look, glancing over her body in consideration. He did not look impressed or even slightly concerned.

"No, this one cannot." he growled. "Our feeder has made each of us as strong as Swelter Lords, so many tens of thousands of humans summoned to endothermically subsume and ever more to come."

Fey swallowed fearfully. "Then th-the villages, y-you've- attacked all the local villages?"

"No. Our Feeder provides all the best life heat we could desire, but subsuming only humans has become dull, they taste grey like candle. Ours desire variety, ours found yours on way to make raid," came the Jötunn's reply, deep like caverns.

At least it sounded like the local villages and towns hadn't been attacked yet. Whatever the source of these other humans the Jötunn had gorged on Fey didn't know, but just the thought of it made her stomach turn.

The anti-mage smiled, his craggy face wrinkling with mirth.

"Little centaur, we lost you in the underbrush, searching yet unable to find, to deliver yourself to us is… convenient. Your interesting heat will make flavour of our feasting,"

In Fey's opinion things weren't going in a particularly positive direction, especially considering the looks the Jötunn were giving her, like a horde of wolves drooling over a wounded doe.

It was quite an unsettling feeling to be looked at in that way for a plains species such as herself.

She thrust her hand behind and raised her voice.

It was time.

"Kelnixi, I need you!"

The Jötunn looked between her and the trees in surprise, and then in increasing alarm as the leaves started to tremble with the footsteps of something truly massive stepping through the forest. With the sound of boughs and branches cracking and breaking apart a true giant staggered from the trees.

Kelnixi was quite an impressive sight, a three eyed and ram horned succubus at over thirty feet in height, her long spaded tail swishing behind her, two sets of breasts on her bare chest, each enormous, the lower set covering her belly.

Admittedly the impressive sight was dampened somewhat by the succubus stumbling and nearly falling, having to pause and breathe heavily with her hands on her knees.

"Oh dead gods I think I'm going to throw up," said the succubus, her voice strained.

"Uh," said Fey, looking at her hungover ultimate weapon.

"What the hell is that Fey?!" Shrieked Lush.

"Uhm it-it's a s-succubus?"

"What have you done?!" cried Ellaria.

"I didn't know what else to do! What was I supposed to do!"

"... I don't know… but… not that!"

"I don't feel so good," said one of the griff girls with pumpkin goop plastered all over her beak. She was looking up at the very nauseous looking succubus who was making ill sounds.

"Nor do I… Hrgh." said another griff girl, her eyes going unfocused as she watched the swaying succubus.

"I- I can't- I- BLURRGH!"

The griff girl vomited all over the dirt, green and blue and orange pumpkin goop hitting the ground.

The griff girl next to her looked down at the fruit filled puddle in dismay, and then started to audibly gag.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to be - BELEURGHH!"

The chain reaction of course could only lead to the one who was feeling the most nauseous of all. The succubus looked down at the two vomiting griff girls with a grimace on her face, a grimace that quickly began to twist into an expression of panic.

"Oh dead gods- I- I- BLOORRRGH!"

Fey looked up in horror as her weapon put her hands on her knees and vomited into the forest out of view, her head buried in the foliage.

This was going a bit less well than planned.

But it didn't matter. Nauseous succubus or not, she was still an impossible force for the Jötunn to fight, and soon she would be done throwing up… Soon… very soon… any minute now….

"Uhm, do you need any help?" asked Fey,

The succubus waved a hand in the air behind her, head still out of view. "I'm f-fine, just give a sec."

Fey glanced awkwardly at the Jötunn who were staring at the succubus in disbelief.

Clearly she needed to play for time.

"C-Can you just give us a moment? This won't take long, I promise." Maybe if she patted the succubus on the back it would help, although how she would reach that high was another question.

"You brought a demon amongst our midsts, an accursed hell spawn," spoke the anti-mage. He stared at the succubus with her head in the treetop making "HUrrk!" "hUUrk!" sounds. "A… strangely large one, but still, I feel this one should thank you, a demon provides such vast nice heat, she will do nicely to grow ours."

The succubus paused hearing that, and withdrew her head from the canopy, wiping her lip with the back of her hand.

"Have you seen how big I am, you dumbass moron? You think you can just capture a succubus like me? I think you will find that it is you who will be used as fuel for my rise to greater demonhood," she smiled predatorily, flashing her fangs.

Well, that sounded promising, thought Fey.

Fey excitedly turned and jabbed a finger at the bearded anti-mage.

"Beat him up and save my friends as you promised!"

The ground shivered and then quaked and the Jötunn had to steady themselves to remain upright. Cracks shot across the earth, and then magma boiled up between the cracks, sulphurous steam billowing into the air.

The Jötunn looked around in nervous alarm, glancing down as the very earth shuddered before the succubus's might.

Yes! This was brilliant!

"Get them Kelnixi!" cried Fey.

"Oh for fucks sake, now of all times?" groaned the succubus.

Fey blinked and glanced back at the succubus who was looking down at the earth splintering around her feet in dismay.

"H-hey, aren't you going to attack with- with whatever this is?!"

"This… isn't me…" groaned the succubus pinching the bridge of her nose, her three eyes scrunched closed.

The ground cracked and shook as bubbles of lava popped and ignited a little of the foliage around them.

This wasn't the succubus's doing?

Apparently not, as the ground below the succubus suddenly swelled upward, magma flowing around her feet and between her toes, without visible harm to her body, and then the bulging earth split apart.

Fey could only watch as a massive dark stone hand riddled with magma filled cracks exploded up and grabbed hold of Kelnixi, massive meters thick fingers wrapping around her hips, gripping the struggling succubus tight.

A voice boomed out from the earth, each reverberation of the voice causing the lava to boil and spurt from the ground.

"KELNIXI QRNXISI. YOU HAVE BEEN APPOINTED AS A PRINCESS OF HELL. COME BEFORE US."

"But I have a contract! Stop! NUU!"

But her words were ignored and the hand inevitably dragged her down into the roiling cracked earth in gout of flame and sulphurous steam. Her furious face was visible, then her long back hair, and then nothing at all and the ground was calming, the glow of super heated stone and dirt wicking away until the earth had cooled and returned to as it had been, albeit churned up.

A few moments passed as the sunshine returned and birds began tweeting in the treetops once more.

Fey looked around.

She was left alone, standing in front of about thirty very angry looking Jötunn.

"Uhm… H-Hi?"

She hesitantly waved a hand at the increasingly angry looking Jötunn.

"GET HER!!" screamed one.

It wasn't lost on Fey that the position she had been left in was extremely bad.

She was alone against a force she could not win against, and that wasn't even including the anti-mage.

She backed up as the nearest massive Jötunn stepped near, then lunged.

A fist caught her in the shoulder and she grunted as she took it and twisted, shoving aside the massive gloved hand, but as she did so a boot took her in the side, a blunt kick to the equine ribs, she cried out in pain and stumbled as a rib broke with an audible snap.

"Fey!" Cried Ellaria from her binds. The anti-mage swung his staff over the elf threateningly and she closed her mouth.

Wide eyed and wary Fey hurriedly backed up, a hand already glowing with green light slapping down on her injured side. In a moment the rib popped back into place and the injury was healed.

The anti-mage paused seeing this, his brow raising, and then the corner of his lip curled in a smirk.

"This healing thing is amusing yes? I had a healer once time. She lingered for days before the frostbite took. Also make for excellent punching bags."

The nearest Jötunn grinned and lunged for Fey, but this time Fey was ready. She grabbed for the oncoming fist and in one single motion gripped hold of the scaled leather glove and ripped it asunder, exposing the cragged blue skin of the jotun beneath. The Jötunn grunted in surprise as Fey latched onto his fist and hugged the thing tight to her flesh.

And then she did nothing.

The Jötunn looked down at her in confusion, why the hell was she just holding his hand?!

He snarled with irritation and his other fist hammer-slammed into her side, fracturing and bruising and….

… and was immediately healed.

Punch after punch rained down, but it made no difference. Fey hung on, and then ever so slowly, the Jötunn started to shrink.

It was slow, at first, just a couple of inches which was barely noticeable with the Jötunn's sheer height.

But Fey hung on all the same, feeling her bones beginning to groan as a rivulet of growth seeped through her body, taking the virility of the Jötunn into herself to grow and grow and-

"Oh no you don't." came a gavelled voice, and the massive crystal staff head smacked into Fey's arms, the hard mineral crashing painfully against her elbow and near dislocating it. Fey gasped aloud and her arms loosened. A large foot crashed into the side of the Jötunn she was holding onto and their hand was wrenched free as the Jötunn stumbled back.

The anti-mage stepped in his place.

"Little centaur, you must think I'm a fool to simply watch idly by as you try adventurer's tricks on ours."

Fey grimaced as she quickly healed her arm.

This wasn't good. The anti-mage knew what she was trying to do, he had observed, and he wasn't going to let things go her way, which was a problem, as she had no real way to fight them left to her. The Jötunn were just too tough for her to really harm with her fists, and they wouldn't allow her to hang on until she could absorb them.

"Don't do it Fey! Just run!" cried Ellaria.

The anti-mage flicked his blue eyes over to the elf and hummed. He then reached out and one massive roughly sewn glove wrapped around Ellaria's head, gripping her skull like a ball.

"You can run if you wish, little centaur, but the spicy elf here will have her head popped like rotten pumpkin."

"NO!" Cried Fey.

She charged forward in a desperate scramble only to be met with the anti-mage's boot, kicking her brutally in the leg and causing her to fall to the ground before him.

"N-no… p-please!" she pleaded.

The mage clucked his tongue, which at his size was a particularly loud sound.

"Coward. You should have kept going even as I pulped the elf's head and accepted her as loss." He glanced around at the others. "Beat her bloody until she can no longer heal. Conserve heat."

To Fey's relief he removed his massive hand from Ellaria's head and turned to move back further into the camp. A dozen of the Jötunn approached Fey and she scrambled to her feet, backing up as they came on. She didn't stand a chance here and she knew it. She could see the band struggling in their binds between the Jötunn legs, even Lush, but whatever they had been tied with was very strong, and Flora was still very much unconscious.

She backed up further, looking up in fear at the tall and powerfully built Jötunn looming over her. The amount of suffering she was about to be put through didn't bear thinking about, but she couldn't flee into the forest, she just couldn't, not while her band was—

"Fey! It's okay! I'm here Fey! I'm here!"

A voice echoed from the woods and a moment later a huge rust red furred and powerfully built horse burst from the treeline, scattering leaves as it shot through the air at incredible speed. The horse landed, bucked its rear, and the girl on its back was bodily catapulted off the horse's back and sent flying through the air.

With a grunt she crash landed on Fey's back and slammed up against Fey's upper half before bouncing back and landing spread eagle.

"Fucking....Ow." groaned the teenager.

The sudden new arrival of the teenager gave the Jötunn pause and they looked down in confusion at the human female who had suddenly appeared on the centaur's back.

Fey for her part looked over her shoulder with her mouth hanging open at this new person.

She closed her mouth then opened it while staring in astonishment at her.

"Everything is going to be okay Fey…" mumbled the teenager.

"..."

"I promise."

"Uhm…….Wh-Who are you?"

There was an awkward pause.

"It's me!"

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

"Y-You don't remember me?" said the teenager looking up at her in half disbelief.

Fey racked her memory. There were so many goddam girls it was just…

The teenager looked upset at Fey's lack of recollection but quickly gathered herself.

"I jumped on your back and used my Class on you one time! and then later you fucked me through Lily's magic! I'm friends with Tami ! It's me, Lucy!"

"O-Oh? Uhm. Hi?" said Fey, starting to recall that there was a friend of Tami who had used her Class on her while she bred Flora. Yes, she was remembering now: looking over her shoulder as she thrust into Flora to find the teenager, the teenager's hands coming down on her coat, a wash of energy rushing through her as her fur changed to a red colour.

She was pretty with curly golden blonde hair and freckles, long lashes and green eyes and small of stature. She had been bred, although her egg filled pregnancy was quite reasonable, only appearing nine months pregnant. She wore a white blouse that strained over her large chest, and an equestrian riding jacket over top, unbuttoned and open as it was clearly too small to cover her chest and belly.

Below that she wore a pair of skin tight riding leggings. The leggings outlined the teenager's loins, the swollen shape of her muff, her nub clit, and then bridging over her moderate gape. Of course she was also increasingly wet since nearing Fey, the pink of her pussy showing through the soaked fabric and dark stains running down her thighs.

"Hi…" said Lucy looking up with longing 'fuck-me' eyes. Here was a girl who had a deep desire to be thoroughly bred, Fey could tell.

Which was a tragedy in a way. She had come here after Fey, seeking what unique wonder Fey could make a girl feel, and it seemed likely she would die for it.

"I'm sorry you came here," sighed Fey. "You're probably going to die."

"Uhm, I have been leveling up like crazy you know, since we did it…"

"And you can do something about these monsters?" said Fey, a little hope rising.

"No, but maybe you can," said Lucy as she placed her hands flat against Fey's back. "GEAR TWO!!"

A jolt of electricity shot through Fey and she gasped aloud. What was this? It was like something was being unleashed deep within her, a damn exploding. Power surged through her body, pure virile POWER.

She lifted her hands and curled them into fists and just that motion felt DENSE. Like she herself was as heavy and sturdy as tons and tons of iron, and in fact she was becoming denser as her body started to increase in size, growing larger as her coat slipped to a rust red colour. Her fur was gently steaming as her body heat spiked, her skin flushing as her core became a furnace of power.

She couldn't help but let out a groan as her limbs tensed with the feeling of growth, a feeling like that of absorbing a male, but different, as if fuelled from within rather than from without, internal instead of external, her stance becoming wider as her legs lengthened and her rib cages expanded, her fingers scrabbled at her chest as her breasts swelled, stretching her already over stretched blouse further. The golden bracelets on her wrists, which had become too small with her recent growth, were strained further, and seemed on the verge of breaking, before they shimmered and suddenly expanded, magically compensating for Fey's growth, trying to adapt and suppress her might.

She passed nine foot two inches, then three, then four, her tail whipping back and forth excitedly as her body filled out, hooves pawing at the ground.

Her growth topped out at nine foot six inches, a staggering amount of growth.

She felt… good. Really really good. Whatever this Skill was that the teenager had used on her it was unlocking potential she didn't know she had.

The steaming she-stallion licked her lip and glanced at the nearest Jötunn who were staring at her in shock.

She felt… aggressive. Dominant. How dare these monsters take her girls from her. The Lead Feathers too, the griffin girls were a flock of needy pussies in desperate need of a real breeding, a thirst that only she could quench.

She glanced over her shoulder at Lucy and her expression made clear she wanted the teenager away for what she was about to do.

"Uh, I'll leave you to it!" yelped the teenager dropping off her back and scuttling over to her horse which had become quite a bit smaller and no longer had a red coat.

Fey's posture and body language had changed completely and she looked up at the surprised Jötunn with calm confidence.

This seemed to piss them off a great deal.

The nearest Jötunn snarled like a wood saw and swung a fist, a punch on target to smash through Fey's head.

Fey,

Moved.

To say it was a counter punch would be an understatement. Her much smaller fist connected with the Jötunn's much larger fist and the Jötunn's fist went concave.

A ragged scream filled the air as the Jötunn's middle two fingers dislocated and then tore from their ligament, bones splitting and shattering as they met Fey's fist that could finally, at last, hold up under the sheer amount of force Fey could put behind it. And she put a lot of force behind it.

The force of the impact rippled up the Jötunn's arm, first dislocating his wrist, and then ripping his radius and ulna from the humerus with such force that the bones ripped through the Jötunn skin at the elbow, the stark white of bone bursting free in a shower of blue blood.

The Jötunn fell to his knees with a cry of pain, grabbing for his arm in distress. But Fey didn't stop or even slow and her arm shot forward grabbing hold of his neck even as the other Jötunn roared and grabbed for her, kicking and punching and hurling insults.

She let them. It hurt, but nothing like before, her ribs were immutable under their efforts, and what little harm they did do was instantly healed.

She reached with her other hand and grabbed hold of the nearest Jötunn's fist, yanking him down onto his knees where she took hold of his throat too, her arm like a solid steel bar.

Both jotun knelt either side of her as she held them like that, and already their virility was being syphoned away even as the Jötunn punched and kicked and howled in frustration. She ignored it all and only grew larger, passing nine foot six inches, then finally nine foot eight inches as the Jötunn she held lost feet of height, their feet leaving the ground as she held them in the air dangling, and then they were nothing but small babbling cute things.

She tossed them aside and with a dominant growl grabbed hold of the next, pulling them down onto their knees she grabbed hold of their heads and pushed them against her body before leaning over top and grabbing hold of the next, hauling on their arms and pulling them down against the first two so that all four Jötunn were pressed against her steaming flesh.

They cried out in shock as they started to shrink against her, struggling, but unable to pull away from the incredibly strong centaur who was inching larger, becoming even stronger, taking everything from them.

Fey groaned as her body put on even more mass, reaching past nine foot nine, then ten, eleven, then finally reaching ten feet in height as they became nothing against her, dropping away from her and running away with their hands in the air, babbling in confusion.

Fey's breath steamed in the air from the sheer amount of heat she was producing now, along with her body, a light cloud of mist drifting around her.

Becoming massive, a centaur larger and more overwhelming than all other centaurs was hardly something Fey would normally want, but like this, with such a feeling of power and domination running through her?

She wanted more. More!

She grabbed for the nearest Jötunn, ripping their glove away and gripping hold of their fingers, yes! Yes! She could feel the—

Wait, nothing was happening. She blinked down at the large craggy fist and then up at the bearded Jötunn who was looking down at her in surprise.

For half a moment Fey thought she had somehow lost her ability to absorb virility, but then she realised.

This Jötunn was female. Even the goddam female Jötunn had beards!

A furious female Jötunn fist collided with the side of her head and jerked it to the side. It was hardly a problem however, and she righted her head, pushing the fist back with just the muscles of her neck.

It seemed she couldn't simply absorb this Jötunn who wanted to destroy her band. No matter, she could simply do things the old fashioned way. These monsters who apparently originated from hell would get what was coming to them, even though what she was about to do was extremely unhealery and really quite violent.

She readied her fist to punch the Jötunn as hard as she could when a weight settled on her shoulders. Fey grunted in shock as the female Jötunn stumbled back from her in alarm and her hooves sank an inch into the earth, then two inches as her body felt like it became insanely heavy, so much weight hanging off her frame that she could barely move.

She jerkily raised her head to find the anti-mage Jötunn looking down at her, looking over her with extreme interest. He had the staff in his hand and the crystal topping it was glowing bright. The cause for the immense weight on her frame suddenly made sense, this was Flora's power again. The dregs of what had been used to launch her through the forest at some ungodly speed was now being used to pin her in place.

"Such tasty heat is emanating from your body little centaur, or should be, slightly less little centaur. I think this one will take you all for myself. A night alone together as you become cold and still and oh so silent as I bask and subsume your ebbing life heat." The anti-mage licked his lips and looked Fey over as if she were a beautifully cooked stuffed turkey.

Fey most certainly did not like the way he was looking at her.

"N-No thank you. I'd rather spend a night in a pigsty than spend a night with you," she managed to get out as her legs dramatically shook and trembled under the immense force pushing her down.

"Who said you had a choice little-

Fey stopped faking how heavy the weight on her was and lunged for the anti-mage, her hand reaching out for his bare skin, the gaps in his patchwork clothing.

The anti-mage jerked back in surprise, shocked that Fey could still move under so many tons and tons of force, he was fast however and dodged out of her reach, wary of what her touch could do having seen it in action.

Unfortunately for him the motion had been just a feint, and Fey's other hand grabbed hold of the staff which had moved as the anti-mage shifted his center of balance. Her hand grabbed hold of the tree trunk like staff and brought it in just as she brought her head in an incredibly violent heat butt.

CRACK!

Her head struck the wood with such force that the wood shattered, exploding out away from the impact point and snapping the staff in two.

The anti-mage looked on open mouthed as his staff was destroyed and then in even more shock as Fey launched an uppercut into his wrist. A similar more gristly crack to the breaking wood filled the air as the anti-mage's wrist shattered and he cried out in agony, the remainder of the staff crashing to the ground as he fell on his ass, his floppy pointed hat nearly falling from his head.

He looked up at Fey, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Fey glared down at him. Raised a hoof. And then stamped it down on the great red crystal that capped the staff.

It shattered into a million pieces in a massive wash of heat that dried and frazzled the air for a hundred meters.

"What have you done?!" screeched the Jötunn, scrambling forward and grabbing at the shards of red scattered across the ground with his good hand, all that was left of his staff.

After a moment he realised it was pointless and trembling with rage he rose to his feet.

"Ours don't often kill without endothermic harvest first, but for you, not so little centaur, ours will make an exception." He brushed his hand over his hip and what Fey had assumed was some kind of leather carrying case on his hip was revealed to be a scabbard as the Jötunn unsheathed a butcher's cleaver, a great slab of steel with a jagged yet razor sharp edge. The other Jötunn unsheathed similar cleavers, the scrape of steel on leather filling the air over and over. It was clear now that the Jötunn had been holding back, valuing capture of heat over purely killing their prey. But that was no longer the case, and Fey felt sure anything that followed would be infinitely more deadly.

"We will deal with you in the mos-"

"It's not me who you should be worried about dealing with," snapped Fey. "I didn't break your staff so I could fight you."

Fey turned to look over her band who were looking at her in awed disbelief, and apparently  in Ellaria's case, extremely horny desire.

Beside them was a limp pink-haired gnome, unconscious and drooling slightly like a passed out drunkard.

Fey was sure it would only take a little to wake her.

"Flora! The staff is destroyed! You can use your Class freely now!"

"Hwmbm…" mumbled the gnome and sunk into a deeper sleep, looking practically comatose.

Okay, maybe it would take more than a little to wake the gnome.

"If you kick these monster's asses I'll give you a coupon that lets you do whatever you want in bed with me for an entire night!" She cried.

"RAAARAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" screamed Flora as she practically erupted from her sleep like a dormant super-volcano, her eyes rolling all over the place as spittle flung from her mouth. The bindings holding her ripped to shreds instantaneously and she rocketed skyward like a cork out of a bottle. Unfortunately for the entire tribe of Jötunn that upwards flight also included them, as well as dozens of entire trees and tents ripped from the earth.

There was a lot of screaming as the Jötunn fell into the sky.

Fey breathed out a sigh of relief and checked to see everyone was okay. The two bands were looking up in shock as their captors got further and further away, disappearing into distant galleon clouds miles above, their panicked screams getting quieter and quieter with the distance.

"That gnome is… surprisingly strong," mumbled Lush, her eyes round as saucers.

"I, uh, think she was a little more motivated than normal,'' said Fey as she approached Ellaria.

The elf brushed off the ropes that had bound her, the things falling apart as embers burned through them. She looked up at Fey.

"I knew you would come."

Fey grinned. "Of course."

"Except… I did not expect you to use a goddam succubus."

Fey froze.

Shit.

"UHm. I- I- D-Didn't have a choice!"

Ellaria glared at the churned up earth that the succubus had disappeared into and then back to Fey with her hands on her hips. She had to lean her head back more than usual with Fey's new height having grown an entire foot. A ten foot tall centaur was no joke.

"Using a demon for gain will get us in trouble with the guild."

She paused and looked over Fey's now significantly larger body, her red coat shifting over rippling stallion muscle that seemed ready to run for miles… or breed without stop for days.

"So you're lucky that I feel like I'm going to melt from how fucking aroused I am right now or I would be v-very annoyed with you."

Fey blinked and looked down at the elf. She had one hand pressed against her shorts and was squirming her hips, her thighs rubbing together. She wasn't the only one. Lush was looking over her body like a starved person finding a feast, the twins too, the two of them practically drooling.

"Goddamit are all of you just a bunch of thirsty size queens?! I just saved you all!" cried Fey.

"Uhm, that just makes it even hotter," mumbled Lily as her body scanned along Fey's new size as though trying to drink it in.

"You're like a h-hero to us!" whispered Kayla, looking awed.

Fey froze hearing that. What the hell was Kayla talking about?! She had only risked her life battling giant monsters to save them from a horrible fate- wait, shit, that did sound a lot like a hero.

She bit her lip. She didn't think she had ever seen her band looking at her like this, at least not altogether at once. The sheer naked sexual desire for her was so thick in the air that you could cut it with a knife and place it between two slices of bread and she was sure she could practically smell their wetness, their quivering gapes begging to be filled and stretched out further with a larger more dominant Fey.

Seeing her grow and risk her life for them in such a way certainly had a profound effect, and they weren't the only ones. The nineteen griff girls were snatching glances at her in a way they hadn't before, not to mention Lush who looked ready to strip naked then and there before climbing her like a tree.

Fey nervously scratched her cheek with a finger.

"M-Maybe we should find somewhere to rest?"

"Oh I know just the place!" came a voice and Fey turned to find Lucy. The teenager was leading her horse along as she approached, its coat no longer red and the horse a fair bit smaller.

Which reminded Fey. She glanced down at her own red coat which was still faintly steaming.

"This is your Class affecting me?"

"Mhmm! It's usually meant for horses but for some reason it works on you too! Oh n-no I mean—! I didn't mean to compare you to a horse, I don't mean, I didn't I- I-"

"It's okay, uhm, Lucy," mumbled Fey.

The girl visibly deflated with relief.

"S-Sorry, I'll turn it off, just a sec."

Fey blinked and then looked down at her body as the red started to seep from her fur and then disappear altogether, and with a gasp of surprise she started to lose height, her body easing back and dropping in mass in a cloud of billowing steam.

She looked down at herself and guessed that she had lost maybe six inches of height, the height she had gained when the Skill had first been used on her, but it seemed she had kept the height gained from absorbing the Jötunn as she was currently nine foot and six inches.

Her gaze moved from her now smaller body to the band who were looking at her now smaller body in great dismay, especially Ellaria who looked like someone had snatched the most wonderful cake in the world away from her just as she was about to tuck in, her lips parted, frozen in dismay.

"H-hey, you can bring that back right, right?!" cried Lily, glancing between Fey and Lucy.

"Uhm, yes, I would only need to use the Skill again."

Fey felt an almost wry sense of amusement as all of the girls there sagged in relief, including many of the griff girls, although they tried to hide it.

"Well that's good to hear," mumbled Ellaria, then glancing around as if realising what she'd just said, "I mean, uh, perhaps we should follow Lucy to this place of hers and then have Fey check us all over for injury, yes?"

The others hesitantly nodded, including the griffin girls as they untied the last of their binds.

There were a few more awkward moments after that, Lush and several other of the griffin girls asking to be carried for one, but they eventually moved off, stepping away from the churned up earth and the torn up trees. There was still a slight scent of sulphur in the air and Fey was glad to get away from the place.

As they were leaving the clearing she thought she saw a distant set of dots in the sky violently smash against the side of a mountain, a plume of pulverised stone drifting into the air from the meteoric impact. It seemed Flora really wanted that coupon.

She wondered what the hell had happened to Kelnixi, pun unintended, their contract was broken, surely? The succubus had failed to do as she had been contracted to do so the contract was void. Either way she doubted that she would be seeing the succubus again. It seemed that it was quite difficult to leave hell, which was why the succubus had been so utterly against going back.

Lucy led them through the forest along with her horse, chatting about her journey from Bine and how she had tracked Fey to Draconica, hearing they had gone on a job she had followed after, eventually finding the destroyed caravan and realising something terrible had happened she had raced through the damaged forest, following the trail of broken trees.

As she was speaking they popped out of a treeline and found themselves on an open and flat grassy field with a large oak tree in the center, daffodils and bluebells clustered around the base as sapphire butterflies fluttered through the warm air. The sun beat down over head as fluffy white cloud scudded across the sky.

Fey shaded her eyes and looked around. Pretty and restful, Lucy had found a good spot to gather themselves and recuperate. The weight of no less than five gossiping griffin girls including Lush on her back was quite significant considering their unusual weight so she asked them to drop down. Not so easy with pregnancies pressed up against each other but they managed it in the end.

The shade the tree provided acted like a magnet and the group of girls drifted toward it before flopping down on the grass in tired relief, which was ideal for Fey as she was able to go around and check on them all.

Some of the girls had been quite badly injured, but it seemed that the healers in the Lead Feathers had managed to heal the worst of it long before Fey arrived. Still, she surged her own much more powerful healing through them and cleaned up any scars of micro fractures, making them twitch and gasp aloud in surprise as they were reinvigorated, dampening bad effects from the pulp a few had been fed too.

Fey finished up and then flopped down on her back by the enormous tree, the sheer relief at having somehow gotten away alive and with both bands intact washing over her. Being an adventurer was fucking scary really way too often, this was supposed to have been an easy job!

"Ella this was supposed to have been an easy job! What happened!"

The elf was sitting cross-legged in the grass beside her, idly observing Fey's body."

"Humm, it is curious isn't it? From what the anti-mage said they had some kind of benefactor… one with the ability to 'summon' a great quantity of humans for the Jötunn."

"You don't think that goblin…?"

"I do, and I think it's no coincidence that we found this only a few days ride from Draconica, a city of dragons, dragons that goblin seems to have some kind of grudge against judging by what we overheard with the Kobogons. That one is planning something. I hate to think what else he has been up to, this was no doubt only a part of it."

With a thump Flora crashed back down to earth. She looked wild eyed for a moment, like a ravenous animalistic thing, but then she smoothed her skirt and pink hair and coughed politely into her fist.

"Ahem, I believe the Jötunn have been dealt with."

"What did you do with them? Wait, wait, actually I don't want to know," said Fey.

"Let's just say that flapping your arms really hard isn't a substitute for wings, and being really really big and heavy is not great for landing gracefully."

"At least those monsters are dead and the local villages are safe," said Ellaria with a sigh. "That means we're done what we came here to do and the job is over."

"Excellent," said Flora with a grin. "Fey, I believe I will now be claiming that coupon for one night of epic sex and—"

"Ah."

Flora paused. "What do you mean 'ah?'"

Fey guiltily avoided Flora's gaze. "Uhm, I didn't say it would be usable during your ban F-Flora. I can't go against our captain."

Flora stared at her. "Are you freaking kidding me?!!?"

"S-Sorry! I just couldn't think of anything else to wake you and everything was happening so fast that I didn't think!"

Flora spread her arms in open mouthed disgust.

"Ella, make an exception for this!"

"Nope."

"AAAGHHHHHH!!!!!" screamed the gnome in frustration as she flopped back on the grass and kicked her legs in a small tantrum. She gave up after a moment and went limp, letting out a long groan of frustration.

Fey could see under her  short skirt from where she lay and it appeared she was also frustrated down there too as her pussy was incredibly swollen and glistening wet with desire.

Okay she felt a little bad. The gnome was clearly going stir crazy from lack of sex.

Speaking of which. She glanced down to find Lucy and Lush draped naked across her lower half along with Kayla spread eagled on her chest trying her best to desperately hug her huge horse chest and failing miserably. Even Lily was there, her bears having rotated her down so she could hug her pumpkin sized balls, rubbing her face all over them.

She hadn't realised how physically fighting for their lives would make her girls feel. Well, that and her new growth making their imaginations run wild.

A hand came down and tapped on Lucy's shoulder. She glanced up in surprise to find Ellaria.

"Ahem. While we are here I had thought it a good idea to see this ability of yours, to ah, check that it isn't harming by bandmate. Erm, what did you say your name was again?"

"Lucy. I'm one of Tami's friends, but uh, not a merchant like Ruby and Sarah and Tami, I'm a noble which is uh, b-better?… Uhm, oh, and I used to be part of the Size Queen Tea Club."

"The what?"

Lucy looked a little guilty. "I uhm, believe the club tried to kidnap Fey when you were fighting Lady Alexandria. But I wasn't part of that! I left and switched sides, I'm part of, or I was part of, the Fey Hunting Club!"

"That isn't much better!"

Ellaria frowned at the teenager who wilted like a leaf under the Elf's fierce gaze.

"It's fine Lucy, you clearly weren't part of that, and were just in the tea club for uh—"

"Access to enormous cocks."

"Uh… right, th-that."

Ellaria waved her hand in the air. "Fine, I believe it, but can we get back to the issue at hand?" she licked her lip. "Let's see Fey's size with your Class working its magic on her."

Lucy blushed and bit her lip. "S-sure."

To say the girls watched with extreme intensity as Lucy pressed her hand against Fey's stomach would be an understatement, their gaze was practically welded to the sight.

"G-Gear two!" cried Lucy.

It took a moment for the skill to start working, but then Fey rapidly began to feel it surging through her. Unlocking her potential, unleashing her, setting her loose.

Kayla squealed on her chest as steam started to seep from her body, and her skin flushed as she began to heat up, then her fur started to change colour, becoming an aesthetically pleasing rust red just as her body began to swell and grow, causing all those laying against her to gasp in surprise as her barrel expanded. Fey let out a soft groan herself. She would be lying if she said it didn't feel really good, and she stretched her arms out and openly moaned with her eyes squeezed shut as her body grew in inches, soon surpassing nine foot nine, and then reaching ten foot in height, truly an enormous centaur who now overshadowed even centaurs who took after carthorses.

She cracked an eye to see all of her girls looking her over, and then their gaze being magnetically drawn down to her sheath.

She was almost never flaccid so it was quite a rare thing to see her cock sheathed. It seemed her penis was still proportionately outgrowing her body, at least judging by the size of her sheath which was a truly massive thing that sat fat and heavy between her legs the girth of it quite astonishing, far girthier than a melon. It filled in between her thighs, which Fey supposed wasn't surprising considering the sheer ridiculous amount of cock flesh it contained.

It steamed even more so than the rest of her body, a fat thing  that strained to contain her.

Lush lost control first and with a joyful squeal lunged for it, both hands slapping down on the surface as she pressed her face and beak against it.

"Mhnnf! Do you have any idea! Hngfff! How freaking hot that was to see knowing what it feels like to have you in me!"

Fey suspected the others agreed, as they seemed liable to lunge for her sheath at any moment. Ellaria was blushing so hard that she looked like she was about to start steaming too.

It seemed those who knew what being bred was like really loved seeing her grow larger.

Hopeless Size Queens the lot of them, she internally sighed.

"Is this the limit of your Skill?" croaked Ellaria, looking faint.

"Oh no! It can go up lots if I level more!" said Lucy "Each step up in 'Gear' unleashes more natural potential in the rider's equine steed, which means more speed, strength, aggressiveness, size, and, uhm, breeding potential for broodmares and studs."

That last bit caused a few hearts to skip a beat. Ellaria's cheeks went strawberry red and her eyes glittered with excitement. Fey struggled to imagine the elf looking happier if she had just stumbled across an entire cavern full of treasure.

After a moment Lush's hands were joined by a more hesitant Lucy's, their hands fondling the great mass of flesh, and then joined with Kayla's smaller hands stroking over the opening to her sheath.

Their motions became more intense and Fey moaned out loud, turning the heads of the scattering of griff girls around them.

Maybe she deserved a little relief after everything, and it wasn't like Olanelis hadn't done the same thing with them in public. Her cock seemed to agree as her sheath swelled in size, struggling to contain her massing size.

Lush cooed as the flesh expanded beneath her hands, and Kayla gasped as her small hands dipped inside the sheath's opening, feeling the boiling hot wet flesh within, the otterkin pushed her hands further, her breath coming in pants as her excitement rose.

"F-fuck Kayla" groaned Fey as her small hands slipped into the mass of slippery folds, stroking across the tip of her growing hidden penis, fondling across the incredibly sensitive rim, tracing her urethra.

The three sets of hand massaging her sheath was incredibly intense, not to mention Lily lapping at her gradually filling balls.

"Hnn! K-Keep going!" she moaned as the motions increased, Lucy and Lush licking and nipping at her sensitive flesh as Kayla wiggled forward and pressed her face against the opening to her sheath, open-mouth snogging her precum slick folds, dipping her tongue as deep as she could into the mass as she drew heady breaths, the scent of glorious horse dick making her moan into the throbbing pulsing shape, a stallion musk so strong it made her tremble.

Fey had the perfect view of the otterkin's hips perked up in the air, her pussy quivering wildly with each lungful of her sheath's scent, each breath causing a little micro squirt to sprinkle fluid across her rust red coat.

It was a lot of attention for one centaur to deal with and Fey's fists curled in the grass as her loins were stimulated to an ever higher degree.

Already her sheathe had doubled in size and was pressing up against her inner thighs, monstrous amounts of dick barely contained by the thing, straining taut as more and more blood pumped into her building erection.

She could see the tip of her dick now, the flesh of her sheathe stretched tight around the rim, valiantly holding on for dear life, on the verge of failing to contain her.

In the end it only took one lick from Kayla up her urethra for her sheath to lose its battle.

Her cock surged and with an obscene wet SCHLUUUUURRRRKKK her immensity spilled free, crashing into Kayla who let out a yelp as it pushed her head out of the way and slammed into her chest, physically shoving and rolling her up Fey's barrel as she flailed in a panic.

Fey cried out as so much mass was freed, the feeling of being let loose was indescribable and the summer air washed over her hot wet shaft in the most wonderful way.

Practically panting, Fey looked down to see how much she had grown. With the addition of Lucy's [Gear Two] on top of her recent absorption… it was a lot, a freaking lot. What must have been four foot and ten inches of penis was resting heavily on her barrel, poking up between her front legs, Fifty fucking eight inches of horse cock, and not slim horse cock, she'd grown in girth too, giving her a mind boggling volume of cock flesh, a staggering amount of dick, a dick not just to destroy pussy, but to make apocalyptic ruin of it.

It was a genuinely intimidating sight, and her girls moments before eagerly leering at her loins, excited to see how much larger she was, were suddenly having second thoughts.

That was a lot of cock. A fucking lot of cock.

"Holy shit," breathed Lush, her beak trembling as she looked up and down the monster of a horse penis.

Lucy licked her lips. "Th-that's quite the effect, I d-didn't realise how much m-more it would…"

"How much more cock your Skill would unleash?"

Fey glanced up to see Ellaria standing ramrod straight, her fists balled, her cheeks flushed bright red as she avoided looking down, avoiding looking at Fey's length. It took Fey a moment to notice the expanding wet patch around Ellaria's crotch. The elf had come just from seeing Fey like this, squirting into her panties, little drips of herself drizzling down between her thighs. The sight made Fey's cock twitch, throbbing harder.

She didn't think she had ever seen the elf any closer to giving up her self imposed prohibition on being bred. She looked ready to jump her then and then and begin thrusting herself onto horse dick. It was that or physically explode.

So instead the elf turned on her heel and marched away. Striding over to a nearby tree root that arced from the ground she sat primly on it. Pulling free her romance novel she shakily opened it. Fey could literally see the elf trembling as she maintained her god-like self control, barely staying on top of her desire to jump Fey's bones.

It was hard to understand why the beautiful elf held herself back sometimes. To experience Fey at a larger size without prior stretching for one, but also to make their first true time together special, and more specifically, alone. That was hardly going to happen surrounded by nineteen pregnant griffin girls and the rest of their band, so this situation was obviously quite hard on her. They simply couldn't be together right now, and so the elf struggled mightily with her immense sexual desire for the centaur.

Fey wondered if she was big enough now for the elven size queen. Would she soon be breeding her closest lover? The thought caused a small spurt of pre to splash over Kayla who was still on the tip of her dick. She yelped and cleared her eyes, blinking the fluid away.

The otterkin noticed something was wrong.

"H-hey, Fey, there's something wrong with your sheath!"

Fey blinked and then looked down between her back legs.

It was true.

Her sheath hadn't been fully pulled out with her erection, in fact it was still there, about half the size, except, It was strange, it was resting on top of her cock.

Lush glanced between Kayla and the mysterious sheath.

"No way… No freaking way…"

Together Lush and Lucy reached out and grabbed hold of the opening and together they hauled back.

Fey cried out as the same feeling of release was repeated, masses and masses of flesh under pressure let free and they all watched in disbelief as a second penis slipped from her sheath with a wet sound and a gush of precum.

Her second length grew up over top of her first, slippery flesh gliding over slippery flesh, bouncing off the medial ring as her second erection swelled until it finally reached the exact same length as her first cock, one fifty eight inch cock resting atop the other.

"Wh-what the hell Lucy!" cried Fey looking down at her two cocks in dismay.

Lucy scratched her cheek. "Uhm, I didn't say what form the potential would take. Stallions tend to have problems with endurance when mating, so uh, the Skill let's one length rest while the other is used and then switch back and forth to increase successful reproduction rates. It's a very useful advantage for commercial equestrian stables. Uhm, I guess it transferred to you too? D-Don't worry it should go back to normal once my Skill ends!"

Fey stared at the horse mad teenager. If there ever was an Affinity for a horse type Class then this girl had it she was sure.

Together her now two cocks put a shocking amount of weight on her barrel. Abruptly having twice as much dick felt incredible to say the least, and as one tensed and rubbed against the other the other tensed in response, stimulating each other, veins and bumps grinding together.

"Hnnnn!" cried out Ellaria at the arousing sight as she went cross eyed and squirted once again, spraying through her clothing as her hands clenched, bending the pages of her book. The elf was really struggling to maintain her composure now, and she hid her blushing face with the book as her hips frantically squirmed. Fey got the feeling she was going to be in for a rough time if things continued.

The arrival of a second penis hadn't gone unnoticed and the crowd of griffin girls scattered around them were staring and whispering. Not to mention Flora who was standing staring with her jaw nearly on the floor. Her pussy was practically raining at the sight, her legs drenched.

She instantly turned to Ellaria, "You said I'm banned from Fey's penis, not penises therefore the ban is void as it is not what you said it was and I legally have free access to Fey's cocks," said the gnome in full lawyer mode.

"Urf, hnfff, A-Absolutely not." groaned Ellaria as she buried her head in the book and squeezed her thighs together tight.

"What? why?!?" said Flora, throwing her hands in the air.

"Because, oh gods, you wouldn't learn your lesson otherwise, mmff!"

The gnome made furious sounds of outrage and stormed away with her hands curled into fists.

Comparatively, Lucy and Lush didn't say anything, they moved like they had made a written prearranged agreement, instantly becoming Size Queen allies in dick. As one they made their move for the tips.

Kayla was the only obstacle, clinging to both tips at once in shock, but with two girls bearing down on her she didn't stand a chance and with a yelp she was pushed aside.

Fey found the two teenagers squirming between her front legs. Her cocks were so large that they needed to partly lie on her upper half, the soft down of Lush's back pressing against her stomach as Lucy straddled her on top, Fey's chest practically resting against their heads, their rears presented before her cocks, and their breasts and twinned pregnant bellies squished against each other.

Of the two Lucy had the smaller gape, the last time she had been stretched out being when Fey had used Lily's limit break to breed far too many girls when they were fighting Lady Alexandria, Lucy along with that number. Lush's gape was bigger, but before the sheer monstrous size Fey had grown to she seemed small and her pussy quivered with nervous desire before the plate like heads of her dicks.

Gently, every so gently, the two girls eased their hips back, their thighs spreading wide around the tips, inner thighs scraping against the edges. In Lucy's case Fey's girth was easily more than twice that of the teenager's thigh, although not quite as much with Lush who had especially thick thighs. Either way it was a tremendous amount of dick for the two teenage size queens, although that was hardly going to stop them.

Fey let out small sounds as their soft rears eased up against her sensitive tips. Her cocks were slippery with precum and the two teenagers struggled to stay on target, their rears becoming dampened with wet and Fey had a perfect if obscured view over her own chest as the two teenagers lay atop each other breasts pressed together as they struggled to drive their hips onto nearly five feet of horse dick. Her's and Lush's eyes momentarily meant, electricity shooting between their gaze. It was hard to forget the words the teenager had spoken to her, made in a moment of passion or not, Fey did truly want to make her happy. If Lush wanted extreme amounts of horse dick, then she was eager to give it to her.

Of course they couldn't quite get the leverage for penetration, especially not Lush, and they were left desperately thrusting themselves, trying to push themselves down, or dig their feet into the long grass to get leverage.

No chance. Not at the size Fey was now. She could feel their pussies desperately mouthing at the tips of her dicks, practically bawling lubricant as they tried to take her. Size queens or not, this was clearly just too much for the two teenagers.

So Fey obviously had to help.

She reached down and took hold of Lush's arms, her larger hands wrapping around at the elbow. Lucy seemed to realise what was happening and grabbed hold, entwining her arms with Lush's and holding onto Fey's wrists.

And then she pushed them down.

A scream ripped from the griffin girl's beak as her pussy suddenly pressed hard against the vast tip and then bloomed outward as her labia was made to stretch and make way for Fey's enormity, her changing, stretching out further than ever before, becoming even more sensitive with even more surface area to experience horse dick.

With a SCHL-POP! the griffin girl's pussy engulfed the tip and then a fraction of a moment later joined by Lucy in a double SCHL-POP-POP! their labias stretched paper thin around twin heads.

“AIIIIIEEE!!"

“AAAIIIEE!!"

A double howl filled the air as the two teenagers came together, hot sprays of fem honey shooting up between them, their twinned pregnancies becoming soaked with wet and slippery as their tummies pressed tight against each other, pussies filled with horse dick, the bulges that rimmed the tip marked out in their preggers belly as scraping over each others belly buttons, squeezing their pussy walls against hardness and stimulating them further.

Their bare legs and thighs sprayed down with slippery cunt cream thrashed and kicked, ankles drumming against Fey's horse chest as the hung onto Fey for dear life, pleasure unlike any female had ever experienced before sent white hot flashes shooting up and down their quivering bodies as fireworks exploded across their minds, chaining cluster orgasms just from penetration, their pussies stretched, with more surface and denser pleasure clusters, it was a recipe for mind melting bliss and the two girls screamed and howled and thrashed, speared helpless on too much dick.

It took some time for the pair to recover from their penetration, in fact Lucy passed out on top of Lush and had to be shaken awake only for her to continue groaning and moaning as the feeling of being so stretched crashed over her once more.

Fey wondered if the two were going to give up after that, they looked like they'd just run a marathon, coated in each other's sweat and slick, taking deep panted breaths. Their thighs occasionally violently quivering as aftershock orgasms shot through them.

Of course Fey herself couldn't be satisfied with just this. She gripped their arms and once more began to push.

It was slow at first, the two limp and floppy girls hardly helped, but after they began to understand what she was doing their backs straightened and Fey was better able to push them down.

Inch by gradual inch their hips started to ease further along her shafts, straining pussies swallowing more and more horse dick. She had to go slow because if she went any faster Lucy would pass out, the teenager struggling to acclimatise to such extreme ecstasy.

Foot after foot of dick slipped and squeezed into their stretched cunts, until she could feel their womb-doors, the entrance to their depths, against the tip of her penises, their cervix's quivering against her hardness, their innermost sanctuaries just beyond. Not that she had to try very hard to push beyond, the two teenagers wombs were screaming out for horse cock, their pussies bent toward the single task for hauling as much dick into their small bodies as possible, and they succeeded, as with a dual twin muffled slurp sound their cervix's slipped around and her two cocks lurched into their eager wombs, their twin pregger's bellies lurching from their abdomens with the shape of her dicks, thrusting up against their breasts and parting them. The extreme stimulation caused both girls to start lactating, smearing milk across each other's breasts and bulging bellies.

Their voices rose ever higher, quivering against each other as their bodies were filled and dominated by fat centaur cock.

Fey gave them a little time to acclimatise before pushing them down further, their ankles and thighs squirming frantically against her two dicks, toes catching on her thick medial rings and causing her to gasp aloud.

Their bulging bellies rose from between their parted breasts, each massive bulge larger than their heads, pressing over their collar bones and touching up beneath their chins where they stopped as their pussies had come to a hard stop against Fey's medial rings.

A hard stop that caused a reaction. Both girls screamed into their bulging bellies as they squirted, cunt honey sprayed over each other's bodies, their lubricant actively mingling in and out of each other's cunts.

Fey wasn't sheathed to the base, but good god, just being sunk inside double pussy up to the halfway point felt so much better, countless sensitive spots, stimulated by fluttering insides, except twice over, with two cocks she experienced it twice.

With a cry of need she gripped hold of the girls forearms and hauled them up.

With an obscene wet double queef that shattered the calm air of the field she pulled them from her dicks, two overly stretched labias being pulled out behind hips, stretching paper thin over every shape, perfectly outlining every crevice and bump of her dick.

The teenagers howled and squirted, their legs thrashing and kicking desperately trying to pull themselves back onto her dicks but unable to oppose Fey's immense strength that moved them with ease.

Fey quickly moved into a steady sawing motion, the pair of girls holding desperately onto her arms as she held onto them and moved their bodies up and down her shafts electing earth shattering orgasm with every motion. Electricity shot up and down Lucy's spine in bolts of pleasurable lightning. Her pussy was being reshaped and moulded to Fey's new size in real time, straining taut around every groove and bump, moulded to her overwhelming girth, made unutterably more sensitive.

It was everything she ever wanted and Lucy's heart beat in time with Fey's throbbing cock, pounding like a blacksmith's hammer as she was so utterly filled with dick, so at the mercy of incomprehensible pleasure, the stiff length scraping past her labia and cervix and walls and stimulating her in ways that just weren't possible before, each inch of dick sliding past her insides setting of its own spectacular dopamine-firework and causing her whole body to convulse and twitch, her belly made for dick.

Fey groaned, being submerged in dual pussy, moving her girls over and over her lengths, masturbating herself with her girls. It was a difficult angle to thrust them  back and forth, but she was so strong that she was able to piston the two teenagers with ease anyway, plunging their folds onto her shaft, slamming their sloppy muffs against her fat medial rings with a double wet sound .

"Oh gawwwd h-harderrrrrr!" howled Lush.

"HNNYAAA F-faster!'" screamed Lucy.

And Fey did as they asked, taking advantage of her new found strength to thrust her two girls onto herself like sleeves for her dicks, slam-fucking them up and down, physically masturbating herself with the two teenagers, their pussies crashing  up against her medials repeatedly. It wasn't full penetration, but it was damned close to her dream to be able to move her girls herself, and the sensation of both pussies more than made up for lack of full penetration.

In fact the feeling of both pussies at once was freaking incredible! And she quickly found herself becoming addicted to the sensation of dual folds wrapped around her lengths, stimulating her not once but twice over.

The wet claps of pussy on fat medial ring filled the air as red and puffy teenage cunny crashed up against it, the quelching SCHLORK! slap! SKLAK! splap SLRTCH! slap! sounds filling the warm summer air along with the increasingly desperate moans of the two teenagers, their bodies sliding over Fey as the rough pistoning drove them onto dick, faster, harder, more! The scent of sex and horny teenagers filled the air as the girls howled together in chorus, their clits rubbing against each other as spurts of pussy juice splashed over each other.

"Its too much keened" Lucy, her eyes rolling up in her head as her legs spasmed out of control

"I- I can't!" wailed Lush as her breasts spritzed milk in the air

"Oh— Oh gods I'm near— I'm gonna— HNYAAAAA!" cried Fey.

The two girls let out twin screams as Fey's balls hiked up, jerking from Lily's hug and unleashing an ungodly load down the now dual cum paths she possessed. Both cocks swelled as her hyper virile load roared up her shafts and unleashed into the teenager's wombs in an explosion of seed.

Their bellies, ballooned. The two girls were immediately split apart as their midriffs took on tens of gallons of cum in an instant, the shape of Fey's dicks lost as their softness pressed against each other in the most wondrous way. The two howling their joy at being bred and impregnated just as their wombs howled in tandem, squirting and squirting and spraying down their legs in floods of cunt honey, splashing over Fey's barrel in a sloppy tsunami.

Of course, it didn't take long for Fey to realise she had made a terrible mistake. She wasn't used to having two penises, otherwise she would never have let the teenagers face belly to belly.

Her front legs were spread apart as Lush's tummy billowed outward, barrels of cum already pushing her to new ever greater heights of pregnancy.

But this of course meant that Lucy was pushed up too just as her cum tummy inflated with horse spunt. She was lifted away, and Fey's second penis was angled up with her, the flailing teenager slapping at her massing tummy as her slipper legs kicked and flailed, pusher her body to be vertical, and into a position where all the weight of cum that was filling her was suddenly a drag downward on her body.

And particularly on her pussy pressed right against the medial ring,

Splop!

"AAIEEEEEE!!!"

Screamed Lucy as her pussy lips slopped over the media ring and her body continued down, being driven onto more and more dick, medial ring passing her cervix as she slammed down to the base, the first girl to ever take all of Fey's new size.

Not that she was capable of feeling that, the teenager blacked out as she was unable to handle what she was feeling, and the two teenager's bellies continued to fill larger and larger.