Chapter 66 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Fey comes upon the Jötunn encampment along with her thirty foot tall weaponised succubus. They make a plan, but before the succubus could make good on her contractual obligations, a hand of hell reaches through the earth's crust, takes hold of the succubus, and drags her back down to the pit.

Fey thinks herself quite doomed as a result, but fortunately, before she gets the snot beaten out of her, Lucy arrives, the teenager having travelled all the way from Bine and having tracked the band down and caught up to them at just the right moment. Fey is gifted Lucy's Gear Two Skill and grows larger and stronger which allows her to create the small opportunity she had been looking for to turn the tables. She smashes the mage Jötunn's staff, and Flora takes care of the rest by dropping them into the sky.

They retreat to a small glade to recover from their ordeal where Lucy shows off her ability on Fey, revealing that Fey had grown a second length as a natural part of the Class. Of course this requires immediate and enthusiastic testing.

Now, chapter 66:

Fey couldn't quite see the tree, but she could hear it.

Above her Lush's cumbelly covered all, the soft thing spilling over her body entirely and touching the ground on either side, and, presumably, the great tree they had all been lying in the shade of.

The tree didn't sound like it was having a very good time. In fact it sounded like a number of its boughs were splitting and breaking as the teenager's tummy shoved them up, perhaps even the trunk of the tree failing against the teenager's mass.

It was dark and warm under the cummy expanse, and she could feel her lengths inside of two wonderful places, the softest of sensations.

It wasn't a bad place to be honest.

She glanced down between her cleavage and caught sight of the top of a head resting on her stomach, Lush.

"M-Maybe this was a bad idea to do with your band around. I don't think many of them will be very happy to see what was supposed to be a secret."

A soft groan and then a slurred voice came from underneath the muffling cum belly, the teenager drunk on pleasure and too much cum once again.

"Mysh band thing, will be split. Cause they won't think the same thingy."

"Uhm, is that dangerous?"

"Hnfff, nuuuu, we talked for hoooours while captured, and I gots half to agree with me, that yoo are way better, and our alpha suuuurrcccckkksss. The pro-Olly faction are sho shtuuupid, he ishnt coming backs."

That sounded dangerous in another way to Fey's alarm.

"Will the side who thinks he is coming back, be uhm, angry with me, I guess Olanelis will be angry no matter what once he finds out."

"I dunno, hnf, Feey do you wanna know how preggers I am nooow?" whined the teenager, sounding both incredibly needy and horny.

"M-maybe later..."

It sounded like Olanelis abandoning the griffin girls to their doom had created two factions. One that still believed in him, and the other that were furious with him for abandoning them.

This sounded a lot like internal band politics, which if she were honest felt a little like she was prying into something she wasn't supposed to hear about. A band captain abandoning their band like that was… a huge fucking deal, to put it mildly, and something that the Adventurer's Guild would be interested in punishing harshly. She half wondered if the Lead Feathers would survive this as an intact band, or end up disbanded.

She could hear muffled voices raised in alarm, the various griffin girls no doubt, shocked by the size that Lush and Lucy had been filled to, and above the squawking and chattering was a more commanding voice, giving instructions that were soon made good on.

The great wobbling weight slowly lifted away and bright summer light poured back in from around the soft belly, brighter and brighter as Lush was lifted away until she was floating above and Fey was left by herself lying on the grass.

She blinked in the sunlight cast upon her through the dappled leaves of the tree, a pleasing golden pattern marked on her skin and coat. It seemed that the tree had survived mostly intact and—

"No Flora! Don't roll them away like bowling balls!" came a voice.

She looked down to see Lush rolling across the glade, an enormous cum belly gently travelling across the grass until she crashed up against another huge cum belly already at the wood line, Lucy, the horse obsessed teenager lying atop her throne of a cum belly, which rippled and sloshed as Lush impacted.

"Hey, you said put them over there, you didn't say how."

An exasperated sound came from Ellaria, but after a moment thinking about arguing she gave up and went back to her novel.

"I think you might have caught some attention," mumbled Kayla as she wandered up beside Fey.

Fey glanced around. It appeared she was right, most of the griffin girls were staring at her in wide eyed disbelief, or more specifically her still erect penises and swollen balls. Apparently Lush hadn't quite readied them for seeing what she was capable of in the flesh, and they were absolutely flabbergasted to see one of their own expand to contain a monstrous lake of seed, and be extremely Extremely happy about it too.

The nearest girl looked like she couldn't contain herself any longer, literally shaking where she sat, until finally she broke and she shot to her feet and stormed over.

"In the name of our hallowed goddess I demand to be serviced like Lush!"

Fey blinked and looked up at the girl. She was on the shorter side for the band, and she wore a semi transparent aquamarine silk dress that was trimmed with tiny jewels and hemmed with golden thread that twinkled in the sunlight. The light fabric fluttered around her hips and hung in drapes from her chest and pregnancy. Beneath the silk she wore little, a gold trimmed white bra and panties, all completely visible to anyone looking, although if she cared she didn't show it, in fact she seemed quite assured in her attire, tiny gold trinkets carrying strange symbology threaded throughout the feathers on her head, and a number of string-chain necklaces around her neck.

Fey knew this one, not that they had spoken, but the others had pointed to her when she was inspecting them for injury. This was one of the Lead Feathers healers, one of two that the band possessed.

"Uhm, hi? It's Dusk right? The healer?" said Fey, recalling the name the others had pointed her out as.

"You are smarter and more aware than our Alpha told us. Olanelis underestimated you." her eyes flicked down to her lower body. "Underestimated you greatly."

Kayla waved to get her attention and the healer looked down at the small otterkin.

"Uhm, I'm sure Fey would be happy to uh, service you, but won't Olanelis be kind of angry with you?"

"I no longer care what that pompous ass thinks, he abandoned us!" she practically bristled.

"He did not abandon us!" came a second voice and Fey turned to find the second healer of the Lead Feathers approaching, she wearing similar semi transparent silks to the first, her belly and breasts lifting the fabric out from her body.

Fey was starting to get the vague impression that their clothing was some sort of uniform.

"Olanelis simply strategically retreated in the face of insurmountable odds. Clearly his plan was to enact an assassination during the night on the anti-mage, or simply destroy his staff as this centaur did! And then he would have saved us If this centaur hadn't interfered with his plan!!"

"He wouldn't, and he couldn't. A captain should never abandon their team. He came across something he thought we were certain to die to and abandoned us, didn't even try to help anyone else escape. He's a coward when it comes down to it, his nerve broke."

"If we could never win, then retreating was the best option! We can't fight an anti-mage while outnumbered and out-powered, you know that!"

"He's as spineless as he is in a fight as he is in bed. There's always been moments, when it looked like he was going to run, it's just this time he really did. That's not something a captain should do. If it was a retreat and not running for his life, then he should have ordered someone else to retreat while he held them off!!"

"You lack faith!"

"Hmmf. Hardly. And speaking of faith." Dusk turned back to Fey, her eyes taking in the massive pair of dicks. "I intend to make an offering to our goddess of life, healing… and fertility."

Ah. Thought Fey. These two weren't just healers. They were Clerics. Those with a Class linked to one of the many gods or goddesses. The strange symbology threaded through their jewellery and clothing suddenly made a lot more sense.

"You wouldn't dare!" squawked the other. "Olanelis would—

"Olanelis can suck a fat fart, he doesn't give a damn about any of us. Now, I ask of you centaur, will you service me like our Lush, create a monument to life in my body? Make of me a temple to fertility?"

"Uh…"

Fey glanced down at her cocks. They were still rock hard and throbbing. Gently bobbing up and down as they collided with each other. It seemed Lucy wasn't going to Gear her down anytime soon judging by the figure slumped limp on her massive stomach by the tree line, and admittedly she did want to feel more, feel more of her new wondrous size twice over.

"...yes?"

The griffin girl smiled sweetly, momentarily squeezing her eyes shut. And then she leapt like a pouncing tiger, landing on Fey's upper midriff and wiggling around, her soft rear rubbing against Fey's skin.

"I did think Lush was talking nonsense," she purred up at Fey, bright aquamarine eyes sparkling like sunshine on water, "All that talk of being pregnant with thousands, of taking a dick of such size. But seeing it happen, I simply must make with you an offering to our Goddess, it just has to be done when you are dedicated to a goddess of fertility you see, you will be my ultimate tribute." She glanced over at Moonquill. "And you Moonquill will be consigned to ignominy, our godess will forget you as my star rises, I will receive all of her gifts from now on."

Fey wasn't quite sure what she was talking about, but she did like that the cleric was currently straddling her upper stomach. She could feel the heat of her loins and the soaked through panties on her belly, smearing her slightly sticky lubricant across her bare smooth skin. The semi transparent silk draped around the griff girl's thighs and Fey's midriff hid little from view.

"I will enjoy watching you flail and make a fool of yourself. I saw how those two struggled." harrumphed Moonquill.

"Nay, I shall be as elegance in of itself. A bright motherly matron riding in perfect control and extracting the seed her body desires."

"Are you two going to bicker forever or are you actually going to do it?" said Kayla watching with her hands on her hips.

Dusk shot her an annoyed look but raised her rear and began to back up.

Her wide bottom gently pressed against the upper cock, the silk draped over it a barrier between incredibly soft flesh and the incredibly hard flesh.

Kayla jumped up and helpfully tugged the silk up over her hips so that it hung down around her waist, and then grabbed hold of her soaking panties with both hands, pulling them down to her knees and revealing her swollen muff.

"Thanks" mutteredd the cleric as her pussy came to press fully against the wide surface, kissing it with wet heat.

Kayla smiled up at her, apparently happy to help. Fey got the feeling the otterkin had fallen in love with introducing new girls to being bred.

Dusk struggled for a bit, pushing and ramming her rear against the plate like tip, but not getting anywhere, only succeeding in smearing leftover cum over her plump rear in sticky wet patches.

After a moment Fey leaned down and grabbed hold of the griffin girl's shoulders as Kayla jumped up and helped guide her hips.

The griff girl only had a moment to raise her eyebrows in surprise before a shocking amount of force was applied to her shoulders and with a squawk her rear slammed up against the tip, her pussy blooming and expanding as her softness was crushed against the unforgiving hardness, her cheeks pushed aside by the massive tool,

With a shriek and a SHLURP! Her labia slipped around the tip and the nobbled tip entered her massively expanded passage.

The screaming and howling and thrashing that followed gave Lucy and Lush a run for their money, and the griffin girl blacked out from pleasure twice before awakening a second later and immediately squirting and screaming again, spraying feminine fluids up Fey's stomach.

Penetration… penetration seemed to have a significantly greater effect on a girl at her new size, thought Fey, especially on someone new to being bred by her. The jump from the pathetic amount of pleasure they could feel normally to the astronomical amount Fey could cause seemed impossible to deal with for a normal girl while remaining composed now.

Eventually however the cleric managed to stop spasming and was left panting and slumped on Fey, her hips perked up in the air above her head by the dick she was impaled on.

"Th-that—!" she managed to choke out, pure shock in her voice.

"That was an unsightly embarrassment and a humiliation to our goddess," snarked Moonquill.

Dusk glared up at her from where she was flopped, her head resting on Fey's upper stomach, drool on her beak.

"Y-You could do no better!"

"You can think so if you wish, but that doesn't make it true."

Kayla was looking up at an increasingly horny Fey, whose fingers were gripping the griff girl all the tighter.

"Ah, I think you might want to hold on and—"

Fey leaned forward and thrust her arms, shoving the griffin girl down onto her dick in one go, two feet of dick sawing into her unprepared pussy and slopping into her egg filled womb.

Her dick shoved the metal feeling eggs aside and pushed up further, tenting out the top of her belly and slapping aside her breasts, the semi transparent silk draping over the distension in the most erotic of ways.

The noises in response that followed from Dusk were impressive, and if this goddess really did like fertility then Fey thought she would probably be impressed by the sheer variety of sounds coming out of her beak.

It seemed she was acclimatising at least a little as this time the griffin girl didn't black out from orgasm overload and managed to remain conscious as she thrashed like a wild thing.

Moonquill's soft laughter filled the air as Dusk finally came to a stop, limp and resting atop Fey's lower dick as she was speared on the upper.

"S-stop laughing you feather brain," she panted.

"You are the picture of elegance Dusk, truly a graceful priestess in ritual ceremony, and not a sweaty sex addled mess."

"If you think you can do better then join me! There's two cocks! and you will be ten times worse!"

Moonquill tittered. "I am not you Dusk, I am not some milk sop that cannot handle the third domain of our goddess."

"Then prove it!" spat Dusk from where she lay.

Moonquill paused at this, glancing down at the remaining bare cock. She seemed to hesitate, clearly thinking of her Alpha and what he might think of her doing such a thing.

"I thought not, you mindless talon lickers can't think for yourselves, you have no minds of your own!"

Moonquill licked her beak nervously. "I see what you are trying to do, but nevertheless, I will take… special exception here, purely to put you in your place. I am certain Olanelis will understand this as a necessity to put your blossoming and ill advised rebel faction down. Best to crush your esteem publicly."

Moonquill stepped closer, already stepping out of her panties and flicking them aside into the long grass.

Fey could admit to herself she enjoyed it when a confident and cocky girl over-estimated herself, it was just that more arousing when their facade broke and they turned into a screaming squirting mess.

Monquill awkwardly straddled Fey as she hiked up her semi transparent silk dress only to find a large hand coming down on her shoulder. She looked down in surprise.

"Sorry," said Fey, "but I can't wait."

The griff girl found herself being manhandled into position, her pussy placed against Fey's lower cock-tip as Kayla helpfully lined up her exposed hips.

With a scream she was roughly thrust onto cock, squealing and squirting over Dusk in great hot gushes.

This time Fey didn't even give time to recover and she pushed the second griff girl down on her lower cock until the two girls' pregnancies were pressed together, one on top the other, their distended dick bulges rising from the tops of each pregnancy.

Moonquill only blacked out seven times, impressive given how suddenly she had been penetrated.

It was Dusk's turn to laugh looking down at the twitching shuddering griff girl, her fingers clutching desperately at her tummy bulged out with dick.

"You unwashed rat-pigeon," groaned Moonquill. "You think this is funny?"

"Yes, actually. For once knocked off your high horse, or should I say, high centaur. Karma for that permanent stick jammed up your ass!"

Moonquill made a squawk of outrage and grabbed for her.

The two furious griff girls wrestled momentarily, their bellies squishing together and slipping over each other as their breasts slapped against dick bulge. They had started to lactate and a mess of milk made the semi transparent silk dresses even more transparent.

But the motions of course ground Fey's dicks against their walls and they soon were forced to stop, shuddering and squealing as they clutched at each other, no longer wrestling but holding on to each other for dear life as their bodies were rocked by truly colossal orgasm, their bulging bellies pressed together, pussies squeezed inside and out by dick.

"Y-you can't handle this!"

"No you can't handle this!"

"Uhm, you could just prove it, who ever gets Fey to cum first is the one who can… handle her?" said Kayla from the side, looking over the two griffin girls sheathed on horse dick like living cock sleeves.

Dusk seemed to consider this.

"She's right. You can't even move yourself."

"I- I can!"

"Cute, but no. Watch and learn."

Dusk began rocking her hips, and to Fey's surprise actually managed to start edging backwards. Her feet gripping at Fey's barrel, toes scrunched up as she thrust herself along, her pussy slipping over finger thick veins and wrinkles, slopping over the medial ring with a wet pop and then continuing down, her labia becoming even more stretched out as she pushed and shoved herself down to the base, and she only needed to pause for breath six times! She was surprisingly strong, a side effect of lugging around her naturally dense weight Fey supposed.

As she eased herself back she wrapped her arms around her bulging belly and then with difficulty hauled Fey's cock up. By the time she reached the base Fey's penis was pointed vertically in the air between her legs, a four foot ten column of dick-meat pushing out the girl's belly, and then the semi transparent silk dress on top, the silk flitting and fluttering as it rested over the tip, the frilly rim hanging part way down the column as it was tented up from Dusk's body.

Dusk smugly ground her hips down against the base and then leaned around the side of her proudly standing belly bulge to see Moonquill.

Moonquill was quite a lot damper since Dusk's descent, sprayed down repeatedly with Dusk's frequent and enthusiastic excitement, her semi-transparent silk now a lot more transparent with wet.

She glared back at her.

"Cheater."

"Hardly. Just better able to serve our goddess than you are. Feel free to catch up."

Moonquill scowled but made no move to start thrusting herself down. Instead she raised her hands and pressed them against her tummy.

"I just need to be the one to make her cum right to prove I'm right? Right? "

Her hand began to glow with a soft green light and Fey gasped as a tingling sensation touched her shaft sheathed inside Moonquill's belly. She knew what this was, Moonquill was pushing healing magic into her dick, except harmonising it to touch nerve endings, stimulating them as though they were being touched.

The griffin girl began running her glowing hands up and down her bulging belly and Fey cried out. It felt like she was being given the most incredible hand job at the same time as being inside of a pussy, an intensive buzzy feeling that rolled up and down her dick. She could already feel her body responding.

"You accuse me of cheating and then do this!?"

"Sh-shut up!

"Stop it! Stop cheating!"

"No!"

Dusk looked absolutely livid with what Moonquill was doing, but there was nothing she could do, and Moonquill had a clear head start in stimulating the cock she was speared on, impossible for her to catch up, impossible for her to be the one to push Fey over the edge.

So instead she leaned forward and grabbed hold of the lower cock resting on her barrel.

Fey wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it. Dusk dug her heels into her barrel, and then heaaaaved. Nothing happened at first, but then slowly, ever so slowly, the lower cock started to rise.

Fey's brow rose. The griff girls were naturally strong but she didn't know if they were this strong. She half wondered if Dusk was using her healing based Cleric Skill on her muscles to unlock natural limitations a person's body put on them to avoid muscle tearing, only lifted in moments of desperation, like how a mother could lift a fallen cart if her child had fallen beneath it, momentarily becoming impossibly strong.

Either way Moonquill squawked in distress as she was raised from her barrel in the air, both Fey's cocks were now angled skyward between her back legs.

Unfortunately for Moonquill, this meant that she was now at the top of Fey's dick, and in addition, she was a griffin, which meant she weighed far more than she looked.

With a ragged scream her weight took hold and in one long drop she slammed all the way to the base, her belly bulging up above her head as her pregnancy crashed against Dusk's, their breasts and belly rippled wildly with the impact.

Moonquill's eyes rolled into her head as the orgasmic impact sent white hot flashes surging through her body, squirting and spasming as she was fully sheathed on dick, her hands flailing and no longer masturbating fey.

Of course, Dusk took full advantage of her opponent's momentary distraction, slapping her own hands onto her own belly bulge and quickly powering healing magic through her palms and fingers.

In moments she was running her own hands up and down and Fey was gasping aloud, her back arching as she was jerked off by the healer, frantically trying to get Fey to cum.

It was a short moment, but already Fey could feel her cock stiffening under the stimulation, her balls clenching.

And then Moonquill realised what had happened and with a frustrated howl went back to frantically masturbating her own belly bulge.

The two griffin girls were leaning around their belly bulges, giving each other death glares as they ran their glowing hands up and down their distended stomachs.

Faster and faster and faster, their hands a blur, Fey eyes going round as what felt like a hand job from pairs of hands jerked her off.

And then they started to lift their hips, not far, only six inches, but the lift-slam lift-slam lift-slam, as the two clerics bent their entries bodies to the task of pleasuring her was too much and with a shriek Fey slapped her hands down on the grass and thrust her hips.

"Here it comes," cried Kayla who was keeping an eye on Fey's balls. They bucked up against her rear, clenching and squeezing as they disgorged their contents into her shafts.

Cum surged up her two 58 inch cocks and exploded into a pair of wombs, thick and heavy breeding batter, incredible virility colliding with welcoming fertility.

The two girls screamed together, but this time they managed to hold some semblance of sanity, perhaps driven by their competition.

"Oh fucckkk what is this!"

"Oh goddess the, she's, I- there's hundreds!"

Fey was given a sudden reminder that the griffin species naturally knew how pregnant they were. It wasn't just Lush who had such an awareness.

"This is impossible, this amount— it's— it's not—!" moaned Dusk aloud, her arms hugging at her swelling tummy.

"There must be four hundred eggs!" groaned Moonquill as her belly spilled outward.

"F-five hundred and thirty three, I- I have more!" yelled Dusk.

There was a pause, hearing that claim, and then Moonquill slapped her hands back on her expanding belly, shooting healing magic through to Fey's shaft.

Fey cried out and more cum shot into Moonquill's belly as her cock bucked and stiffened, the flexing causing more centaur semen to surge into Moonquill than Dusk.

"S-six hundred!" the griff girl gasped, spittle flying from her beak as her womb stretched to contain Fey's load.

"Dam you!" shrieked Dusk and she slapped her hands down and copied, shooting green light in her belly that was now rising up between the two. More cum surged into Dusk and Moonquill was slammed back against Fey's horse barrel as her belly grew and grew, but neither girl stopped or slowed, both pushing more and more healing into their bellies, trying to draw more gallons of baby batter into their wombs, fighting to take more of Fey's seed.

"One thousand four hundreds forty six eggs seeded!" Cried Moonquill.

"One thousand four hundred twenty! I'm catching back up you bitch!" came a muffled reply from Dusk.

Moonquill screeched and shoved her hands harder against her belly, cum billowed into her womb, the pulsing hose of seed coming faster and faster, every ova her body produced in real time instantly multi-inseminated as uncountable sperm swarmed them.

"Sixteen thousand and seventy four!"

"Eighteen thousand nineteen!"

"Two thousand one hundred thirty eight!"

The yelling girls' voices were lost as their two bellies ballooned out and up, Fey's dicks splitting apart once again by overly filled girl.

Soon enough Fey found herself again with a cum belly rolling over her from the bottom up, the soft mass cutting out the light as her balls growled, surging ever more barrels of horse jizz into gasping thirsty puss and waiting womb.

Fortunately she didn't have to wait long this time, and as soon as she felt the last of her load emptied into the pair they were rising being lifted away, their clinging pussies unable to keep her inside as they were pulled off her cocks which slapped back down on her barrel with an impressive double thump.

The two girls were still yelling, surging healing into their bodies for god knows what reason.

"Three thousand eight hundred and- and- six! and- Oh goddess, it's not working anymore!

"Four thousand and fourteen! Huff huff. I win!"

"No, no! just wait I can—!"

"No you can't! You can't catch up any more, I can feel it, it's slowed way down, and I have way more of her seed than you, it's over!"

Dusk glared daggers at the smug looking Moonquill who was hanging off her enormous thirty foot wide belly which had come to a rest on the long grass, the warm summer sun shining down on her white and cream fur.

"The loyalists win. We are simply better." said Moonquill even more smugly. "Rebels lose. The goddess has clearly chosen us for her divine favour and as such I choose the path our band should take. Olanelis merely retreated to come rescue us later. He is still our captain and Alpha. We will return to the Jötunn encampment and wait for him to find us. It is quite simple and there really is no reason to speak of what happened ever again."

"Are you suggesting a cover up?! He betrayed us, and we should report him to the damned guild!" cried Dusk, clearly frustrated that her ploy had backfired. She looked like she wanted to do something, anything, but she was helpless to even move, trapped by her own body.

For the first time Fey got a look at what her newly grown cocks could do to a girl. The two clerics' pussies were truly ravaged, stretched out and expanded by her dicks. Enlarged to take her sheer size, their cunts hung open as caverns between their thighs, they twitched and quivered, pink and swollen fuck holes, yet somehow adorable, especially the cute little donuts of their cervixes seen at the back.

Their pussies had been marked as hers, permanently shaped to take her alone.

A murmur had gone up from the other griffin girls at the proclamation of the loyalist's win and Dusk was looking increasingly angry.

"And besides, none of this counted because you cheated!"

"Learn to take a loss gracefully, as a follower you make our goddess look bad." sniffed Moonquill.

"Uhm, if it matters Lush is a lot more pregnant and I don't think she wants to be with Olanelis," mumbled Fey, recalling that these two weren't the first.

There was a pause and then Dusk brightened up. "She's right, Lush is already preggers with the goddess's blessing and she's done it twice! Therefore the rebels win in the eyes of the goddess! Loyalists are in the wrong! We will make the report to the AG!"

Moonquill ground her beak together.

"She wasn't part of our contest."

"Uhm, we could compromise!" said Kayla brightly, "Lush's preggers doesn't count, but anyone who wants to step up and be bred can add their number to the tally!" She held up a note pad which had the numbers of eggs the two clerics had mentioned. One side had the loyalists at 4014 noted as Monquill, the other the rebels at 3806 noted as Dusk, as well as a checkmark noting Moonquill as the winner.

The two bird girls stared at the notepad.

"...Fine." said Moonquill after a moment. "As long as Lush does not count toward the tally."

"If this will decide things then very well." said Dusk.

Their eyes darted over the audience.

"You! You and You!"

"You there, and you and you!"

Fingers jabbed out and a collection of slightly confused griff girls realised they had been selected. They climbed to their feet and wandered over.

"You three, shall be the deciders of our course of action, the determining fate of our band, to report our shitty captain or not." said Dusk "Go and compete for the greater pregnancy."

"You three shall be the ones to salvage our wayward members of our band. Show them that the goddess of life, healing, and fertility is on our side through competitive pregnancy. Show them that the goddess wants us to remain faithful to our Alpha."

The six griffin girls seemed to grasp what was wanted of them and they turned and approached Fey.

"Uh," said Fey, as the determined, and in most cases, visibly excited pregnant girls approached. She wasn't quite sure how things had ended up this way, but with her current level of horniness it was difficult to complain.

She soon found herself being swarmed, even by the loyalist side, who seemed more than a little eager to explore her body no matter the outcome. The griffin girls ran their hands over her muscles and chest in open beaked awe, feeling the heat her slightly steaming rust redcoat emitted, the sheer size of her, then inevitably being drawn toward the pair of dicks stacked along her barrel.

The first of many hands touched at the upper most dick, exclamations at the even greater heat of the thing, and then giggling as it bucked into their hands, pushing them away. To say they were curiously playing with her length would be an accurate statement.

Before they could go much further however Kayla jumped up on Fey's barrel with her notepad.

"Wait, wait! Time out!"

The collection of curious girls paused and turned to look at her.

"This is a competition right? That means you've got to compete, you can't just hug her willy all day."

"She's right, you know. But if none of you loyalist losers are willing to step up then team screw Olanelis will happily take both cocks for ourselves," said one.

A griff girl with blue feathers scattered throughout her white plumage scowled at this.

"Oh shut up Hestia, did you really think you're going to be allowed to win like that?"

Hestia, the one who had  spoken, scowled back at her. She had rings pierced through her feathers and wore red and blue clothing, what looked like a lute strapped to her hip. Her body was white feathered but a frill of pink feathers rose from her head.

Kayla looked between them.

"So are you two competing first?"

"Yes!" said Hestia happily.

"...Yes." said the one with a scattering of blue feathers on her head.

Kayla smiled pleasantly."

"Awesome. Looks like we have our competitors, Hestia the uh, Bard?"

"Mhmm! Bards are way underestimated as adventures, we're actually a super powerful class."

"R-Right, and—

"Brightclaw." snapped Brightclaw, glaring at Hestia.

"And Brightclaw. Hestia and Brightclaw of the Lead feathers, competing for the pride of their vying factions! This way please," said Kayla gesturing at the two tips with her notebook.

The two griff girls gave each other one last glare and then moved over to Fey's front, stripping their clothing as they went and carefully placing clothing and sticky wet underclothing to the side.

Hestia clambered up on Fey's upper half and dropped down, her back lying on Fey's stomach. She looked up in surprise to see Fey looking down at her between her cleavage.

A girl resting on her upper body, her legs spread, readying to take one of her penises, it was a frozen moment of sudden awareness of just how lewd an act was about to be committed, and both Fey and Hestia blushed at the same time, looking away and avoiding each other's gaze.

Not for long however as brightclaw straddled over top, her pregnant belly coming down on top of Hestia's belly, the sound of clacking eggs heard faintly within, and then engorged milky breasts coming together as Brightclaw lay fully on top. The slight lactation of them both trickled between Hestia's cleavage.

If the previous position had been awkward, this was even more so, and Hestia and brightclaw had no choice but to look into each other's eyes.

Bright coughed awkwardly.

"W-well, since we're doing this, p-prepare to get crushed."

"Y-you don't stand a chance!" replied Hestia, voice coming awkward just like their position.

The two girls' eyes drifted from each other back to the pair of enormous cocks resting behind their hips.

The cocks bucked, stiffening and jumping into the air, before slap-slapping back down, veins pulsing across their surface. The two cocks practically radiated eagerness to be inside of them.

The two griffin girls swallowed nervously.

And then flinched as a large pair of hands came down on their shoulders.

"H-hold on tight, okay?" said Fey.

The two girls looked up at her, but then hesitantly grabbed hold of her forearms, gripping her wrists and arms tight.

Kayla popped up beside them. "And we're ready folks! Hestia versus Brightclaw! ROUND 2 of the loyalists versus the rebels begins!"

Fey tensed her arms and thrust, shoving the two girls down onto her waiting cocks, their thighs spreading around the broad tips as they crashed up against their glistening wet pussies.

The two girls screamed as they were driven down, pussies spreading wider and wider, their fingers clawing at Fey's arms as they held onto dear life until with a sCHLURRK! P-splop-pop! She penetrated both at the same time.

Both of them blacked out immediately, eyes rolling up in their heads, even as they continued to squirt and gush, but Fey continued to push them down, groaning as the sensastian of their spasming insides rippled over her dicks. She watched in fascination as their bellies rose, the shapes of her dicks rising from the top of their pregnancies to part their engorged milky breasts which spilled more milk than ever. She could feel the sensation of their eggs too, the metal feeling things making a ring around her dick just beyond each cervix. It was a strangely pleasurable feeling, the pressure of each egg grinding against her penises driving her excitement higher.

Their pussies slammed up against the fat medial rings with a schlappt! wet sound, rivulets of their juices running down either side of Fey's barrel to the grass below as they made an incredible mess.

The impact brought both girls back to consciousness and they both woke and immediately began thrashing and shrill screaming, squirting wildly, sprays of cunt honey shooting out meters from between them as their slippery legs slapped and kicked, their ankles colliding and scrabbling against Fey's dicks.

Eventually they recovered, if a little dazed, Brightclaw on top flopped on her dick bulge and Hestia below spread eagled on Fey's horse chest.

"Fuuuuucckkkk" groaned Hestia below.

"Oh gods I thought I was gonna die," moaned Brightclaw on top. "I can't, it- it's too much."

"Does our contestant tap out?" said Kayla, popping up brightly beside her.

"Don't you dare quit brightclaw!" cried Moonquill from across the grass. Both Dusk and Moonquill were watching intently from atop their massive cumbellies.

Hearing that Brightclaw seemed to set her resolve, pure will rising within.

With a grunt she dug her hands against Fey's barrel and drove herself backwards, a girl determined to take vast quantities of dick, no matter how her body just wanted to stop and endlessly tremble with pleasure.

With a splop! her puss engulfed the medial ring and she drove herself down further, nearing the base.

She made it a few more inches, but then just had to stop, panting and slumped on top.

Hestia looked down at her from around her bulging belly, beak open in surprise.

She tried to kick at Fey's barrel digging in her ankles then trying to drag herself further down onto dick, then when that failed she tried to grip Fey's dick with her ankles, but that failed too. She was on her back and had no good way to drag herself down, she lacked the angle and was stuck above the medial.

Brighclaw let out a breathy laugh from where she was further down.

"I've practically already won, ha, ha…" she panted, covered from head to toe in sweat.

It did seem that way to Fey, there was so much more pussy straining and clenching around Fey's upper shaft, and brightclaw could actually shift her hips back and forth with the advantage of leverage, Hestia didn't stand a chance as things were.

Which Hestia seemed to realise as she looked down at the other grif girl around her distended belly.

It was already over.

The loyalists had won.

they would cover up what Olanelis did.

But then, Hestia's hand lifted, and then came down, straining down over the side of Fey's barrel… and snatching up the lute she had left there just in case.

She readeid it and awkwardly raised it above her face, placing the base of the lute on the tip of her dick bulged belly.

Fey wasn't sure what to expect, but the girl she was inside of playing an instrument during sex wasn't one of them.

Hestia's hand came down on strings and she strummed.

An eep! Escaped Fey's mouth as what felt like a flowing pulsing vibration flowed from the instrument, down into Hestia's distended tummy and then was transmitted deep into her cock, a kind of vibration that didn't just stimulate the surface but penetrated all the way through.

Strum-strum! Hestia played, and markings on the lute began to glow with a faint purple light.

Each musical vibration sunk into Fey's cock, each pluck of various strings creating a different feel that stimulated her, building like a crescendo, or in this case, an ejaculation.

"Oh g-gawwddd!" moaned Fey, a little drool appearing on her lip as her head rolled back. "It feels amazing!"

"Hey! Hey! S-Stop that!" cried Brightclaw leaning around her distended stomach and trying to see what Hestia was doing. "Stop cheating!"

"I'm not cheating, I'm winning!"

Brightclaw made a sound of outrage, but then lifted her own hands, slapping them down on Fey's cock. Blue light snapped and crackled for a moment, before electricity shot through, conducted into her belly bulge.

"AH!!" cried out Fey, as electricity coursed into her cock. It wasn't a strong current, but it caused her cock to stiffen and buck as her length was stimulated, lifting up and slapping down on the cock below.

It was a different feeling from the vibrations, not as pleasant, but Fey would be lying if she didn't say it was doing the job of  causing her cock to react, her cock getting stiffer and stiffer, and bucking wildly. It affected brightclaw's body too, her tight passage rippling and milking at Fey's length desperate for a drink.

The two sensations together, vibrations and electricity played up and down her lengths.

It was a lot for one centaur to deal with.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna, I think I'm gonna—!"

"It's me! Do it for me! Cum for me!" cried out Brightclaw, thrusting herself all the way to the base before dragging herself forward on hands and knees and throwing herself back over and over, pulsing electricity through Fey's length all the while, making her length by far the stiffer of the two.

Hestia looked down in distress. It was clear who was going to cause Fey to ejaculate first, and almost certainly receive more of her load.

No matter how frantically Hestia played her lute now, Fey could feel her upper cock rising to release faster. The combination of desperate thrusting and electrical stimulation doing the job.

So Hestia used her remaining option.

She opened her beak.

And sang.

Fey cried out as the vibrations along her lower dick became ten times stronger, the very air shimmering around them like a desert heat haze, the grass rippling outwards in waves across the entire field as Hestia sang her heart out, a beautifully melodic sound that did utterly unspeakable pleasures to Fey's cock.

"OH GOD!"

Her lower shaft went over the edge and her balls hiked up, instantly releasing a fresh boiling hot load.

Her lower shaft, ready and waiting, took the brunt of it, even though her upper took much of it too. Both cocks became girthier as tens of gallons of spunt surged up and into the two grif girl's waiting wombs, liquid cream that their pussies howled for.

The singing transformed into a ragged scream of pleasure as Hestia's belly ballooned outward.

"OOOOOeEEEAA!!!!"

"AHHNNNnnnNNNNNgh!"

Their bellies deformed around the cum and Hestia's lute was violently jerked from her hands, bouncing away and landing in the long grass.

"Oh god I can feel it! There's hundreds!" cried Hestia, her hands slapping onto her womb as her pregnancy multiplied.

The two girl moaned and writhed as their bellies were packed full of breeding sperm, the pressure building in their cores as their bodies took on tens of gallons of jizz in moments, their super charged ovaries producing countless eggs to be fertilised, and then going into overdrive to keep up with the endlessly increasing tidal wave of cum, their bellies becoming very warm to the touch as Fey filled them up.

"Quickly! Tell me!" cried Kayla darting up around them, her quill scribbling frantically on the notepad.

"I- I feel five hundred and sixty three new ones in meeee!"

"Eight hundred sixty six!"

"Seven hundred ninety three!"

"One thousand and forty five!"

The numbers kept rising as gallons of furious sperm sought out and buried every ova they could find, an orgy of insemination in their wombs.

"Fifteen hundred and three and Fuck you!"

"Eighteen hundred twenty three! Impregnate me harder Fey!!!"

"Two thousand and twelve! More give more more!"

Fey cried out as electricity once more surged into her shaft causing it to buck and unload harder than her other shaft, brightclaw's belly surging out past Hestia, easily catching up and overtaking.

An outraged squawk came from Hestia and she opened her beak and sang into her cum belly, a melodic song forcibly driven into it, vibration shooting through the lake of seed within and focusing down Fey's lower cock, stimulating it more than ever before.

Fey gasped aloud, the dual stimulation while also cumming at the same time was too much! The pace of cum roaring through her cocks redoubled and poured into both girls' pussies, their tummies ballooning outward, softness rolling across the grass, pressing against each other and fighting for room, and of course rolling over top of Fey.

Fey could still hear the muffled sound of Hestia singing with all her soul, pouring her heart into her voice, even her screams from hyper-orgasming repeatedly were artfully sewn into the song, becoming part of the rhythm.

By the time the two girls were being lifted away Fey didn't have to be told to know who won. She looked to see a very smug Hestia resting on the grass, her now thirty five foot wide belly larger than brightclaws thirty foot belly. The other griffin girls who had been forced away from her body by the two inflating with horse cum rushed back, practically leaping on Fey, mostly on her balls, tongues lapping as hands fondled, or at least hands that were free, many were being thrust into shorts. Many of them had begun openly lactating too, their blouses featuring dark wet stains that ran down their fronts. The audience had apparently appreciated the two girls' arousing efforts.

Preggers with 2908 vs 3421! Cried Kayla, frantically signing the numbers off.

"N-no! Wait I'm still becoming more pregnant!" Cried Brightclaw, frantically waving at Kayla from where she hung from her own cum belly.

Kayla nodded wisely. "Of course you are, but so is Hestia, and you can't catch up with her any longer, you, uh, don't have the seed for it."

Nuuoo you liee!" wailed brightclaw.

She kicked and thrashed, her feet and fists slamming against her belly which rippled with the impact.

But her tantrum didn't matter. The rebels had already won the round.

"THE REBELS WIN ROUND 2!" cried Kayla, the enthusiastic referee. "The two sides are currently in a draw!"

A murmur went up from the girls, the ones rubbing themselves against Fey's body, and those lying around the grass too.

… Fey noted vaguely that there were fewer lying around and more tending her body, filling Hestia and Moonquill had only lead to more than the previous six girls on her. She had even acquired a pair nuzzling at her breasts.

Moonquill the loyalist cleric scowled down at Kayla.

"This hardly seems fair. She used her class."

"And you two didn't? Using classes to stimulate Fey is completely fair game," said Kayla putting her foot down.

"Fine, if that is the case." She turned to the girls who were worshipping Fey's body. "Rhea! Would you show these mutineers how it's done? You are always boasting of your bed play with Olanelis, so surely this should be a piece of cake for you."

One of the girls looked up from lapping at Fey's balls. "Yes ma'am!"

"Oh no you don't," said Dusk. "Dysis, stop your sister!"

Fey blinked as a second girl rose from her balls, a pair to the first, wearing the exact same clothes, her feathers styled in the exact same way and wearing the same jewellery. They even had the same breast size and hip width, not to mention the same sized belly. They were also both gorgeous with sky blue gold flecked eyes and pristine snow white feathers and fur, their curves incredibly aesthetically pleasing, their pregnant bellies somehow fitting perfectly with their swooping curves.

They were twins, clearly.

"Uh, h-hey," said Fey as the twins smiled up at her.

"Classes are okay, yes?"

"Yes, classes are okay?"

Said the twins, their voices of the exact same tone. It was a little disconcerting seeing the twinned griffin girls act so similarly, kneeling before Fey's back legs.

"Uhm, yes?" said Fey, unsure where this was going.

The two girls smiled, squeezing their eyes shut, and then to Fey's astonishment rose into the air.

"Flora?"

"Aint me." muttered the gnome. She was lying on her side away from the tree, and grumpily looking directly away from competition. She scratched her ass.

"Y-you can fly then? As part of your Class? I thought griffins couldn't fly!"

"Lots of griffins end up getting a Class to fly."

"Is kind of natural for griffins to obsess about it."

"Since we have wings, the Class Affinity comes easily."

"But we can't lift our own body weight."

"Sadly it is still not enough."

"We cannot go high."

The way they spoke in tandem didn't help with the disorientation either.

Fey watched as the pair rose up into the air, the wind blowing around them, reaching maybe nine feet above the ground before their rise started to sputter out, straining to lift their heavy bodies. They eased back down as the wind weakened, their feet touching back down to earth.

"It's commonly found that a Class just isn't enough to defeat our dense flesh and bone."

"But we make do, as Aeromancers."

"I.. see?" said Fey. It seemed the pair didn't mind their failure to truly fly.

They smiled adorably together then raised their hands.

The wind drew in, sheeting across Fey's coat, ruffling her red fur, and centring on her cocks.

Her brow rose in surprise as the pair of cocks rose up into the air, being physically held by the wind spiralling up and down the lengths. It was a pleasant sensation, gentle and cupping.

Like that the two girls once more rose up into the air, their clothing coming apart around their bodies, clasps plucked apart by the fingers of the wind and pulled away, blouse and bra, panties and shorts, slipped from limb and torso and expertly folded as they did so.

Their nethers were bared to the world, slick with wet, swollen and ready for dick, a testament to the attention they had lavished on Fey's balls.

Fey couldn't say she minded the additional breeding, although she had her doubts about girls freaking duelling over her!!

Kayla held her notepad up. "Round 3 begins now! Dysis the Aeromancer versus her twin sister Rhea, the, uh, also Aeromancer!"

Her cocks were arranged vertically and then angled, twisting, so that the tips were parallel with her back legs. She was given a full view as the two griffin girls came together, their fingers entwined as their bellies and pleasing breasts squeezed and pressed at each other in the most visually wonderful way, little smears of milk being marked across each other.

Like that the two twins descended onto her shafts, the wind swirling around them carrying and moving them with smooth grace.

Fey whimpered as their softness touched down on the tips, their thighs clenching down on either side of her shafts, plump rears and swollen loins.

It was a good view, seeing two beautiful girls facing each other, holding hands, as they rested on the tips of her dicks, and Fey could feel her desire rising, her balls straining larger in response to the touch.

"Hnff, I- I'm ready, any t-time," she managed to get out. The truth was, she was more than ready. Being played with by all these griffin girls, they had no idea of the beast that lay within her, a beast that was becoming increasingly aware.

Dysis wiggled her hips, fingers shifting as they interlocked with her sisters.

"Sister, we are close in so many ways, but in this, I will destroy you."

Rhea licked her beak, hungry to get started, competitive. "You can try."

With a howl of wind the girls' support was removed and their full weight came down on the tips. They cried out, and then cried out louder as the wind returned and drove down on top of them, taking hold of their bodies and thrusting them down onto the tips, their legs hauled down either side of the tips.

With a lurid shclurrk! Dysis dropped down first, her pussy engulfing the tip as she screamed.

"You looooossse!"

"N-Not yet!" cried Rhea.

Fey gasped as what felt like tendrils of wind snaked up around the tip of her dick, slipping below and taking hold of Rhea's pussy lips stuck on top. With a ragged scream her pussy was forcibly stretched wider, straining and stretching over the tip, spreading until with an airy wet schluprrp her pussy engulfed the tip and she dropped down with her sister, catching up as she was slowly descending, the wind roaring around them, their squirting pussies spraying into the wind, the fluid instantly being blown away in a fine spray.

They descend together like that, belly and breasts wobbling as their pussies yawned wider, their natural weight and the wind pushing them down further and further until their belly bugles were parting their breasts and they could no longer see each other eye to eye, instead having to lean around.

The gaze they gave each other was fierce! She was used to Kayla and Lily, but these kind of twins took competition to the next level. Her medial ring barely slowed them, and the two dropped lower, reaching near the base, her cocks returning to a more natural position, before the wind reversed direction and they began to rise.

The feeling of their insides was as pleasing as they were to look at.

"S-sister, you always stole Olanelis from me, hogged his willy for yourself, got all of his attention... This won't be the same!"

Dysis thrust out her hand as she was rising and Fey yelped as she felt the wind circling her exposed shaft suddenly rush up and crash against Rhea's pussy.

The griff girl yelped along with Fey as tendrils of wind slipped by her labia, shooting up through her pussy and rushing into her womb.

To Fey's shock her belly started to inflate, bulging outward like a balloon, which might not have been so bad but her womb walls were shifted away from her cock!

Dysis, whose womb was still clenched tight, immediately became the favoured of the two girls to win, her insides frantically squeezing and rippling just as Rhea was prevented from doing the same, her womb an awkward balloon of air that she struggled with.

Rhea shrieked with outrage, absolutely furious about the trick.

It wasn't hard to see what was coming, and Dysis cried out as wind crashed into her pussy too, slipping past and slipping into her womb, her dick bulge becoming soft in shape as her belly inflated with air, pushing flesh away from flesh.

Fey's mouth fell open. It was quite an unusual sensation to experience what they were doing. She could feel their labia's, and pussy walls and the seal of their cervixes, but beyond that it felt like her dicks were exposed to thin air, the insides of their wombs a void.

The strategy the two were taking on wasn't to stimulate Fey, but to instead sabotage their opponent.

With a dual scream they reached the tips and were slammed back down, their ballooned womb expanding out with the addition of more cock along with the air. As they crashed over the medial ring the most indescribable pair of double queefs ripped through the air.

But that was only a sample of what was to come. As the two girls rose back their pussies released far more air from their wombs, creating a juddering stop-start wetly queefing orchestra, especially loud as they slopped over the miedials, their squirting spray blown aside by the escaping air, until their wombs were half the inflated size they had been.

Furious, the two girls focused on refilling each other's bodies, fighting to make it that much harder to stimulate Fey.

Each rise and screaming fall was now accompanied by their pusses evacuating air in the lewdest wettest music imaginable, and it seemed like they might remain like that, being pistoned up and down, making obscenely erotic sounds, but neither quite able to stimulate Fey enough to get her to ejaculate.

That is until Dysis slapped her hand onto her inflated belly.

Fey felt as the air inside her womb churned, spiralling around her cock and then constricting down, compressing and squeezing and massaging at her cock.

It was a brilliant play, and as they slammed back Fey got the full brunt up and down her shaft, every square inch of penis being stimulated, jerking up and down, like a wind cock sleeve within Dysis's womb.

Rhea had failed to notice what Dysis was subtly doing because she was so lost in ecstasy, and that was what sealed her fate.

Fey groaned aloud as her cock within Dysis bucked and stiffened, stimulated then pushed over the edge.

"She's coming!" cried Kayla as her balls being licked by no less than five girls rose up in the air, hiking up and releasing

This time the difference was much greater, and Dysis's belly rapidly expanded with seed, crashing into a shocked Rhea and pushing her back.

"Oh gods there's so freaking many! Th-Three hundred and eighty!"

Kayla leapt forward and began furiously scribbling as Dysis inflated with seed, smooshing Rheas' slower growing belly with her much more dominant cum belly.

1200, 1600, 1800, 2000, 2500, the howled numbers climbed as Kayla furiously scribbled, until the sounds were muffled by cum belly, yet still they screamed for more and more and higher and higher, wombs in rapture as thousands of rapidly produced ova were inseminated.

And then it was done and once more Fey was momentarily in the dark before the great weights were being lifted from her, an especially loud cacophony of queefing as her cocks were pulled from their pussies.

It was visibly clear who was the winner as Dysis had a cum belly easily a third larger than her sisters.

Faint little queefs could still be heard coming from their gapes, the trapped air inside sometimes escaping, goopy bubbles of cum burbling from their cervixes in a very cute way.

"Rebel win again!" cried Dusk.

There were now six cumflated girls arranged on the grass before the tree, not counting Lucy and Lush.

Dusk and Moonquill the clerics, Hestia the bard and Brightclaw the electromancer, and then newly added the twins Dysis and Rhea, who, now Fey was looking, had completely passed out. The twins lay limp across their cum gorged bodies, occasionally quivering as little burbling wet queefs continually escaped their pussies, lewd background music in the summer sun.

Moonquill glared acidic daggers at Dusk, practically shaking with anger.

"This hardly counts as the overall win, simply a minor setback." She snapped her fingers and pointed. "Bloom, I know you do not approve of this, and I know you have an infamous talent for leaving those you bed unable to walk in the morning. There was good reason our Alpha only lay with you on occasion, that is, you turned his balls into raisins!"

Fey expected to find that one of the girls fondling her body or licking her balls was next to step up, but instead one of those still sitting amongst the grass lifted her head.

She was a slightly frazzled looking griffin with a yellow beak and her cream feathers scorched and burned in places, and heterochromia; one eye blue and one eye green. Nevertheless, she wore her leather apron well, the rectangle of leather clinging over her extremely large breasts, showing off an enormous amount of side boob that spilled deliciously out from either side. The apron swooped down over her rounded pregnant belly also spilling out the sides, and then under, strapped to her monstrously thick thighs. Fey struggled to imagine clothing that could contain a girl quite as enormously thick as this one, perhaps that was why she wore the apron and little else.

She looked up from what she was doing and Fey caught sight of a collection of glass vials spread out on a picnic blanket. She was still pouring one bright coloured liquid to mix into another as she looked, a red smoke wisping from the glass opening. A second smaller griffin girl also wearing just an apron sat across from her, also cross-legged, her back to Fey.

"Hmm, Moonquill, I do not like to get involved with your bickering and needless squabbles."

"Not busy enough, and don't think I haven't been watching you carefully prepare your alchemical brews for this. You knew very well I was going to ask. Come, show these inexperienced novices how it's done."

"...Very well."

The griff girl began gathering together her potions in readiness.

"That's… an interesting pick" murmured Dusk. Her gaze drifted over the various remaining girls, most of them trying to catch her gaze, practically begging to be chosen. But in the end there was one more than the others that caught her attention.

The griffin girl sitting across from the alchemist rose and waved her hands in the air while jumping up and down. "Ooh pick me Dusk! Pick me!"

Dusk pursed her lips. "I hardly think so Sweetpea, you are fifteen levels below Bloom. You don't stand a chance."

The girl who was jumping up and down was younger than the alchemist, a blue eyed and bubbly, bushy tailed teenager with perky breasts, her nipples standing out through her tightly clad apron, her chest bounced up and down mesmerizingly with her enthusiastic hops.

"This is like the one time I can beat her, I promise! A Potioner is way better than an Alchemist when it comes to this kind of thing!"

Moonquill blinked hearing that and turned back to stare at the teenager.

"What absolute bird shi—"

"I pick her." said Dusk.

Moonquill's head snapped around and scowled darkly at Dusk. "What do you think you are doing?"

"I can tell when you are worried Moonquill, and you didn't want me to pick her, therefore I picked her."

Moonquill's scowl deepened.

"Yay!" cried Sweetpea thrusting her fists into the air. She turned and grabbed up a number of potions, tying them together in a bundle with string and skipped over to Fey, practically shoving the others out of the way, all while smiling happily.

"Bagsie tops!" she said, slapping a hand down on Fey's top cock.

Bloom gave her an unamused look as she approached.

"A simple class like yours is unsuited for a subject such as this. In my academic estimation I would recommend you capitulate before we begin, otherwise things may get out of hand. For instance, I do not wish to be near you when one of your potions blows up in your face."

Fey thought that was rather rich coming from the alchemist who had just as many scorched feathers as Sweetpea did.

The teenager smiled sweetly, lifting her own apron in the air and giving it a shake, the potions in the pockets rattling.

"Don't worry I quadruple uber checked mine, can't say the same for yours though, saw quite a few mistakes gosh! Easy for an alchemist past her prime!"

Bloom's expression soured.

"We both prepared as we watched the other compete, knowing what was coming. But you underestimated what we shall be dealing with and thus have already lost. You simply do not have the requisite concentration embedded into your inferior potions, you also created far too few."

"Overpowering ingredients overwhelms efficiency, and I simply need less to get the same effects as you." said Sweetpea sweetly as she flicked the cork from a bottle and downed it, her neck bobbing up and down as she drank the bright purple liquid. The effect of the potion was rapid, the muscles on her bare arms expanding and becoming defined, her body taking on an athletic appearance.

"Hmm. I think not. But very well. Perhaps this will be a learning experience for you, a chance to temper that innocent arrogance you carry around like a donkey's baggage." Bloom carefully lifted Fey's upper cock and began pouring the contents of a clear potion over her lower cock to Fey's increasing alarm. The stuff was tingly!

"Merely imbibing instead of direct application was your first mistake of course," mused Bloom.

"Oh that was just the start," said Sweetpea as she poured a potion down between her cleavage and beneath her apron, a wash of pink fluid pouring down her front and over her abdomen. After a moment the liquid sunk into her flesh leaving no visible mark behind.

To Fey's dismay the two girls seemed to be one upping each other, spreading increasingly alarmingly coloured potions either over Fey's dicks, or onto their bodies. Bloom even went as far as drenching her fingers in the stuff and then fingering herself openly, lifting her apron and giving Fey full view as she slipped her hand into her cunny.

Her cocks bucked at the sight, slapping together, the potions they were coated from top to bottom in splattering as they collided.

The potions massaged into her dicks felt awfully strange, and her cocks both practically buzzed as the fluid slowly sunk into her flesh and disappeared leaving no visible sign of what had been done. Her cocks strained harder than ever, as stiff as diamonds, thick with turgidity, as girthy as when she was ejaculating, inches thicker than normal. Her balls hadn't escaped either, multiple potions poured over them causing the surface to roil and shift, the sperm inside disturbed and agitated, the girls who had been disturbed from fondling and licking surging back in to attend these more aggressive testacles.

This time there was no levitating ability to aid, but if that slowed the two girls it didnt show, the both of them climbing up onto Fey.

Kayla's voice marked the end of the preparations. "The up and comer Sweetpea the Potioner versus veteran Alchemist Bloom! ROUND FOURRRR!!"

Sweetpea first lifted Fey's upper cock, angling it up to her rear as she stood in front of it, lifting the heavy weight with ease, the expanded muscles in her arms bulging.

She had to stand up on tiptoes to get the angle on it, but in the end she managed, able to wield her weight and new muscles to throw her rear onto the tip, her pussy parting reluctantly, then popping wetly around the nobbled tip. She keened as she took the thing, but to Fey's shock she managed to remain standing and didn't even black out!

She cracked one eye and glanced up at Fey, giving her a small smile.

"Pleasure suppression potions! Like this I can actually use my strength without stopping to cum my brains out every five seconds like the others."

Fey had to admit that was quite a clever approach, with this Sweetpea merely felt what Fey was able to do to a girl when she hadn't been quite so large.

Bloom tilted her head as she looked her competitor up and down.

"A simplistic approach, appropriate for a mind such as yours."

She stepped up before Sweetpea and frowned as she realised she was in the way of reaching the lower cock.

Sweetpea gave her a smug look.

"It's okay, your excellency, you can just crawl between my legs!" she said in a mocking voice as she spread her feet, allowing space for Bloom to reach the other cock.

The alchemist scowled, but got onto her hands and knees and backwards crawled into the space.

It was an awkward position to squeeze into, especially with how extremely wide and thick the alchemist's hips were, but somehow she made it, then using her feet, she lifted the cock into the air, aiming it up at her incredibly plump rear.

Fey expected her to struggle a great deal here too as the angle was terrible to push herself onto, but to her surprise she touched down and then her pussy lips were engulfing the head less than a second later, her pussy parting with extreme elasticity, easily engulfing the cock head and clamping down around it.

The alchemist struggled for a moment with the sensation, a shiver running up and down her body, her arms shaking violently as she grit her beak and squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to scream her ecstasy as unspeakable pleasure washed through her, orgasmic rapturous stars exploding across her mind.

"Tolerance potion failing you?" said Sweetpea. "Hah, guess you didn't make it strong enough."

"I- I used literally the strongest ingredients I have, how is this—!

"You just picked the wrong approach," gloated Sweetpea as she began thrusting her hips back, "So you're already at a disadvantage to little ol' me!"

The teenager humped herself down happily, thrusting inches of cock into her pussy at a time, and barely needing to stop and shudder as suppressed cluster orgasms made her body shiver. Her apron was pushed up as the soft shape of Feys dick tented from her pregnancy, the leather caught on top, as her heavy milky breasts spilled out bare on either side, parted by her stomach's deformation.

Her pussy came down, and her belly rose until she crashed into the medial ring, where she promptly stopped, looking down and blinking in surprise as her pussy strained against it, pushing but unable to stretch further.

"Hah! You young fool, looks like you chose poorly after all!"

The alchemist grinned gleefully and began backing up on her hands and knees.

Her pussy was so malleable that Fey sunk into her easily, her pussy supple and stretchy enough that she barely needed to strain to push herself onto horse dick. She reached the fat medial ring, and simply slid over top, easily engulfing and swallowing the thick thing as she continued to descend down, her apron flopping over the dick bulge and folding on top her breasts.

Of course as she moved further down, her back came up against Fey's upper dick, and slowly started to push it up vertically.

Sweetpea cried out as her heels were forcibly dragged back along Fey's barrel, her body lifted along with Fey's cock.

It wasn't long until the angle gave her all she needed for her weight to take effect and with a loud splop! Her pussy slipped over the medial and she crashed all the way down to the bottom with a ragged howl, slammed to the base just as Bloom reached the bottom, apron flipped over top and rumpling on top her chest too, fallen into her cleavage.

The two girls were left sitting at the base of Fey's cocks, their bellies tented out far above their heads. The teenager was behind, her pregnant belly pressed up tight against Bloom's back, her feet touching the alchemist's thighs.

Fey was impressed, they had both managed to make it to the base under their own steam.

But now the true battle began.

Sweetpea managed to move first, her reduced sensitivity allowing her to shakily get her feet underneath her. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, she began to rise, pushing herself up the column of dick she was a sleeve too, veins and bumps slopping from her straining labia, exposing Fey's length back to the air.

From Fey's point of view she could only see a pair of breasts spread either side of a dick bulge behind a dick bulge, breasts that slowly rose as the owner struggled upwards.

But Bloom wasn't about to let her go unopposed and after a moment she managed to start rising too, needing far less strength due to her supple body she actually rose faster than Sweetpea.

They both reached the medial rings at the same time and with a dual wail slopped over the top, the both over them squirting as the thing scraped roughly over unimaginably sensitive nerve clusters. Sweetpea squirted messily up Bloom's back, eliciting a squawk of anger.

"D-Do you mind?!"

"Hnff, can you just give in, you damned useless alchemist!"

"Never!"

Bloom grabbed for her thigh and ripped free a vial from her thigh strap, sticking the cork in her mouth and tipping it free she splashed the vibrant contents over her dick bulge, the colourful liquid rapidly sinking into her flesh out of view.

Fey moaned aloud as the grif girl's insides gripped down, as though a powerful sucking vacuum was being applied to her insides squeezing down on her dick.

Combined with the strange sensitivity of her penis which had been lathered with various potions it was an indescribable feeling, like edging on the verge of a climax, but a constant continual feeling, as though she was on the verge of cumming but couldn't quite reach it.

This gave the alchemist a distinct advantage and she made use of it, jumping up onto her tip toes with a yell before lifting up her feet entirely from Fey's barrel, allowing herself to freefall.

Her enormous weight drag-slammed her all the way to the bottom of her shaft in one brutal motion, enormously fat ass wobbling like jelly, stretchy pussy slopping around her length with ease, engulfing her dick in one go as it sucked and sucked at her cock, the vacuum like a mouth slurping on her length.

"AAAHNN!!" she squealed, eyelids fluttering as her breasts sprinkled milk and hot cunt honey spritzed over Fey's barrel.

Sweetpea leaned to the side to see Fey, an expression of dismay crossing her face, clearly realising that she was on track to lose, and very quickly.

She scrambled for the potions on her thigh straps and in the pockets of her apron and ripped free a dozen vials, the tips trapped between her fingers. She thrust them into her beak clamped down and ripped her hands away, all of the corks pulling free at once as in the same motion she poured their multi coloured contents over her belly bulge.

Fey shrieked as a hurricane of sensation passed into her shaft and Sweetpea's belly started to visibly ripple from the outside with a mind of its own, moving in long rippling waves from the bottom of her belly bulge to the top as if possessed, all while Fey's dick was somehow made even more sensitive.

Sweetpea let out a joyful sound and kicked her legs into the air, plunging back down her shaft in freefall, using her weight and slamming to the base, enveloping Fey fully, her womb and pussy moving impossibly, like a giant pumping device.

As that was happening Bloom was rising back up and up, reaching tip toe before slamming back down too, crashing to the base just in front of Sweetpea, belly and tits wobbling with the brutal impact.

She looked over her shoulder and up at the dick bulge behind her, seeing the surface physically rippling in a very unnatural way.

"Tch. Such trite techniques."

"Techniques that are going to beat you!" squealed Sweetpea.

And she was right, the tables had been turned once again, and now the teenager held the upper hand, her motions eliciting a much stronger reaction from Fey.

The teenager would defeat the Alchemist, she would win, and Bloom would lose, her pride as an alchemist dragged through the mud.

No.

Not happening.

Whatever it took.

Bloom reached for her thigh, once more seeking a potion, but as she was lifting the bottle free a foot stanked around her hip and lashed out.

The bottle was kicked from her hand and went flying into long grass out of sight.

"Hnff! Sorry about that, it's hard to control myself like this!" came Sweetpea's voice from behind.

Bloom looked like she wanted to breathe venomous fire, her eyes alight with anger as she stared at her now empty hand.

With a cry she grabbed all over her remaining potions at once, ripping free the corks one by one before splashing them over her belly bulge. She reached the last potion, a bright clear potion, simply looking like water. She opened her mouth, and tipped the bottle back, about to sip. But then she hesitated.

The foot lashed out, crashing into a bottle and flinging it from Bloom's hand. It sailed through the air and crashed down on Fey's upper half, the contents exploding in front of the bottle with the impact and splashed up over Fey's breasts, over chest, and over her face, going into her open mouth.

Fey sputtered and swallowed, the liquid going into her mouth even as the liquid splashed over her skin sunk into her flesh, the entire contents of the bottle absorbed into her body.

"Uh.." said Bloom, looking at her empty hand then up at Fey.

The reaction came slow at first.

"I- I feel really weird," moaned Fey as she writhed, her fingers forming fists and curling into the long grass.

Her heart rate rose, and her cheeks flushed red, the steam slowly seeping from her body due to Lucy Skill redoubled and she began to pant.

"- I feel h-hot! hotter!"

Bloom sat frozen unsure what to do even as Sweetpea continued to bounce behind.

It wasn't long before the first buck, and uncontrolled thrust up, Fey's back hips jerking skyward, roughly bucking up into the girls so violently that Bloom was launched up into the air, and with how loose her pussy was she slipped up Fey's cock with ease. Nearly reaching the tip before she came crashing back down with a scream, eyes rolling up into her head as she squealed and squirted, milk spraying wildly from her breasts, shooting across the grass and over the griffin girls.

"Wh-what is she doing?!" cried Sweetpea as she experienced similar.

Fey didn't answer, only openly moaning, her eyelids fluttering as she bucked one more, bouncing both girls up in the air only to come crashing back down under their own weight.

"Hngff- I may h-have made a mistake!" Bloom managed to rush out between earth shattering orgasm.

Slam! Fey's hips thrust into the air as though rocket propelled, her immense strength allowing her to hump her back hips up into the air along with the girls.

They came crashing down once more, sweetpea spraying her ecstasy up Bloom's back once again.

"What do you mean?!" she shrieked, hanging onto her belly bulge for dear life. "You've made her go freaking crazy!!"

Fey groaned, and thrust even harder.

"Need! Need to cum!" she cried out, panicky.

They slammed back down to the bottom, both girls spasming and shuddering as countless millions of nerve clusters were scraped and stimulated by far too much dick.

"Wh-what was that potion?!" yelled Kayla from the side.

Bloom gaped aloud as she crashed back down once more, her pussy becoming swollen and red with the impact.

"A sip was supposed to force me into a heat!" she managed to get out in the moment before Fey bucked one more. "But all of it went to her!"

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" squeaked Kayla, eyes as round as saucers.

"AHNN! I said it put her into heat! Centaurs have heats! Just like a lot of species! OHFuUUcKKTHISISGOODDICK!!" she cried as she came back down.

It does what?!" squeaked Kayla in an even higher pitch.

Kayla stared. The very idea of Fey in a heat was an utterly terrifying concept to hear.

The centaur lived in a constant state of arousal and bred what was frankly an obscene amount of girls as the normal state of things. A Fey going into heat like Vivi had, a state of multiplied horniness, was something that didn't even bear thinking about.

"Oh... shit." she whispered.

Things were about to seriously get out of hand.

"OH GODS ABOVE!" shrieked Fey as her penises, both pushed into a hyper sensitive state by the potions became stiffer and stiffer, putting on ever more girth as blood pounded into them, the veins along their length swelling in size and vascularity as her whole body heaved, her erections straining to the absolute limit.

The two girls screamed as their pussies stretched further around cock, then louder still as Fey bucked her hips up so hard that her entire horse back left the ground, leaving only her human back, thrusting up into the air a half dozen feet, two girl screaming at the top of their lungs as they were launched to the very tips of her cocks before slamming back down under their own immense weight, crashing to the absolute base in one go.

Fey screamed, her clit winking madly and pussy spraying like a hose from behind her airborne balls, her mare juices fountaining over the upturned faces of the nearby astonished griffin girls.

And then her balls themselves, each massive thing riddled with pounding veins and bigger than ever, lurched up, unloading unimaginable amounts of seed into her dual shafts.

The two potion makers howled as their bellies ballooned outwards, surging at a much faster pace than any before. They barely had time to scream before their voices were muffled by their own growing bodies, spilling outward uncontrollably as lakes of seed roared into their wombs.

In seconds their bellies had covered over Fey and the other griff girls scattered amongst the grasses and pressed into the boughs above.

Kayla scampered away, running and nearly tripping as the wall of bellies rolled over the grass behind her, like tsunamis of cum tummy, about to squish and trap her.

Fortunately she managed to just escape the growing tide, leaping for safety as Fey finally reached her limit.

She turned and stared up at the mass.

That was a lot of girl. The two bellies had pushed aside the tree, rising nearly to the same height as its top most point.

And then the bellies started to move, shifting.

She snapped around to Flora

"Wait! Stop! I don't think it's a good idea to free Fey right now!"

Flora looked at her, puzzled.

"I'm not doing that…"

Kayla slowly turned back to see the bellies being pushed away from the tree, a great cloud of steam rolling from beneath them as a simply enormous centaur pushed the mind boggling weight away with raw strength.

A wild eyed Fey became visible pushing the great bellies, each breath creating a cloud of steam, steam and heat rising from her coat and shimmering the air, her eyes wild.

"MOAR!" she roared.