Chapter 69 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: The breeding competition finally comes to an end when Fey drinks a powerful anti-heat potion to suppress her raging heat. They are left with eighteen incredibly cum filled griffin girl's plus Lucy, who are all promptly drained via the steel ring portal back to Bine.

They quickly set off back to Draconica as the anti-heat potion will only work for a short amount of time due to the sheer strength of Fey's heat. But on the way back they discover that all of the griffin girl's are developing far faster than expected, pregnancies growing significantly in only a short time. Flora finally agrees to transport them and they are carried through the air, until they take a break at a roadside inn.

There Fey accidentally stumbles across Olanelis while she has an invisible Beakaboo on her. The resulting tug of war results in the Lead Feather's finally abandoning their traitorous Captain, and for said Captain getting pinned below an invisible stable yard sized cumbelly.

Now, chapter  69:

Fey nommed happily from her over sized plate of cheese and crusted bread and leafy greens and roasted root vegetables all drizzled in a tasty dressing of the inn's own recipe.

It was common enough fare for roadside inns, but the quantity wasn't. There was more than enough supplied for a hungry Fey, which at her size meant a minor banquet. The owners apparently had experience with larger customers because they hadn't batted an eyelid when Fey had ordered so much, and had even brought out the big plates for her.

A dozen empty plates and bowls were stacked around her.

It wasn't her fault! It was just she hadn't felt so ravenous in a long time! The strain of her heat, plus the amount of times she had fucked the Lead Feathers, and finally the sudden growth spurt, had left her as hungry as an otterkin and she put away everything the inn paraded out for her and then some.

Of course she wouldn't be eating at all if Flora and Ellaria hadn't acted quickly, passing her one of the remaining heat suppressant potions while she was still inside of Beakaboo to once more tamp down the forest fires of her heat which had roared back to life. She was thankful for their quick thinking otherwise Beakaboo wouldn't be the only one the size of a stable yard right now.

Speaking of the griffin girls, they might have joined her inside the inn, but there was a genuine concern that they might become too pregnant to fit out back through the doors. It was hard not to notice how quickly they were developing, a side effect of being already pregnant? Their bodies readied? Or maybe just an aspect of their species? She wasn't sure, but it was fast! And they were big!

Not that Fey could talk. The door frame was currently broken in several places as she had squeezed through, barely fitting her back hips and leaving the door bent on its hinges. She had tried to ignore the stares that had gotten as she rushed over to the nearest table and sat down to hide her semi-flaccid length.

But that didn't stop the other customers of the inn glancing in her direction, centaurs were rare and a centaur as large as she was unheard of.

Of course, at first they looked at her, but then their gaze was inevitably drawn to the one who had ordered the same as the large centaur, the smol otterkin sitting in a chair with her legs dangling across from her with a belly so large that it nearly touched the ground. Strange, but what was stranger still was that the otterkin was somehow out eating the enormous centaur, putting away plate after plate that arrived at the table, a person a fraction of the centaur's size was devouring more than her, practically drinking down the food into a black hole of a stomach, and apparently enjoying it a lot too judging by the breathy moans and squirming.

A small squad of teddy bears kept this one steadily supplied with food, food that just kept disappearing into her with no noticeable change in her body size.

Of course those at a certain angle had their gaze distracted a third time, specifically by the enormous pair of testicles that rested on the ground behind where the centaur sat on the floor, the things resting heavily against the floorboards like a dual pair of oversized pumpkins, dark and veined and foreboding, which was an especially difficult sight to look away from for the female part of the audience.

All three sights made it so that Fey and Lily were a constant source of distraction for the inn's guests, and even the barmaids who supplied them, causing fidgeting and desperately valiant attempts not to stare.

Fey didn't mind, she was doing her own share of nosey-ness for once, specifically eavesdropping on the drama unravelling outside. The sound of arguing voices and the pleasured whimper of Beakaboo as Flora drained her into the portal ring drifted through the broken doorway, and then the source of the drama was at last freed from his cum belly prison as most of Beakaboo was emptied.

Olanelis rose to his feet, his face a snarl of anger.

"You attack me! After all I've done for you, you attack me?!"

Fey leaned a little to the side and peeked through the open doorway into the stable yard to see an enraged Olanelis standing before a dozen very preggers griffin girls.

He apparently still had no clue about what had happened.

Which… was maybe understandable. Beakaboo had been invisible, and her Skill had masked Fey's cock until Fey had pulled free of her, something Olanelis had been too furious to notice as he struggled beneath Beakaboo's invisible immensity.

If someone had never seen how large Fey could make a girl they would never believe or even understand such a thing. It had to be seen to be believed, and Olanelis had not seen anything, so he simply did not believe.

Stormnail put her hands on her hips, all four of them.

"We did not attack you. You simply got Fey off and were completely oblivious to it."

"What are you talking about? You used some kind of Skill on me I've never heard of is all!" He snapped at the four armed griffin girl. He had to look up a little as she was six inches taller than Olanelis's impressive nine foot.

Of course, he couldn't stand as close as he might have, while Fey had been eating lunch the griffin girls had grown substantially and Stormnail's belly stood out proud from her body, hanging and pressing against her muscular thighs as she expanded in real time with Fey's eggs, her belly straining around the surging mass of life growing within her.

The fact that he couldn't get in their faces, and that he was surrounded by inexplicably growing and rising pregnancies only seemed to piss him off more.

"And why are you getting bigger!? I'm starting to think that centaur wasn't lying, the Jötunn did do something to you." He paused, suddenly suspicious, "In fact none of your stories make any sense, there is no possible way you could have escaped the Jötunn, the very idea that country bumpkin cart-puller could have saved you all is so laughable it hurts."

"Mhnff! W-well she did!" cried an invisible Beakaboo as the last of Fey's cum was squeezed from her body into the portal ring. "Sh-she saved us, and now she's my new, hnff, Alpha!"

Olanelis slowly turned to stare at Beakaboo.

Or at least he tried too, he wasn't exactly sure where the invisible girl was standing. He made his best approximation, staring deathly daggers in her general direction.

"You can't change your Alpha Beakaboo. You have no other who will take you. Males of our kind are far far FAR too rare. The nesting guilds will come for you and they will make your life hell until you return to me," he spat the last words with a smile. "There's no choice for you, there never has been."

"Oh yeah!?" cried Beakaboo, from around a foot below and to the side of the spot of ground Olanelis was staring at. "Well the nesting guilds just want eggs right? Well, we've got freaking eggs! Fey gave us all of them that we could ever want!"

The words appeared to go in through one of Olanelis's ears and out the other, completely failing to comprehend or believe what was said. And why would he? Interspecies reproduction was perfectly impossible. Obviously.

"You speak lies with every breath. No, something happened that you aren't saying, you didn't escape the Jötunn, they let you go, you… you Allied with them!"

"Birdshit!" cried Stormnail.

Olanelis didn't waste a moment, he spun around strode up to her, jabbing out a finger and poking her in the belly.

"And how do you explain this!?" he hissed, "You allowed that Jötunn mage to do something to you, something twisted and evil, some vile disgusting monster magic, and you happily accepted it! Eagerly even, judging by how you are all hiding what happened. Why are protecting the Jötunn?!"

Stormnail snarled and thrust her hips forward suddenly. Her massive pregnancy, which nearly hung down to her knees, crashed into Olanelis and bounced him back stumbling across the flagstones.

"I am an Adventurer Olanelis, the fact you would even merely suggest I would cavort with monsters is a deathly insult, you egg rotted coward!"

He came to a stop with a look of shock on his face, the last of her words ringing in his ears. He looked down at his body, warmed from the great heat radiating from Stormnail's growing belly, heat from her dual wombs going into overdrive.

"You bird brained bitch!" he roared and charged toward her.

He didn't get far before Dusk stepped in and thrust her hips, and then Moonquill too, bringing the large griffin male to a stop as he stumbled against their massive gravidity, having to put his hands down on their bellies to stop himself from falling.

"You think you're special because there are so few griffin males, but you're wrong, you're not special, you're just a spoiled and selfish asshole who thinks we are disposable mindless tools just because there are way more of us than you!" lashed Dusk.

Behind him more of the girls pressed in, making angry cawing sounds, pushing at him until he was surrounded by pregnancy on every side, thrusting into him, keeping him off balance.

"G-get off of me!" he cried, struggling to push them back as they crowded in.

Fey chewed on the last of her salad. Admittedly she was eavesdropping on what was pretty clearly some very juicy private band drama, which was not a very nice thing to do, but they were being very loud, so it was kind of difficult not to.

She watched a pregnant griffin girl rush past the open door with her belly so large that the bottom of it was below her knees. Not that she seemed to mind, the griffin girls were so used to lugging around their own incredibly dense bodies and immensely heavy lead like bones that the addition of mega pregnancies meant very little to them.

Still, she had eaten quickly for a reason, it would not be long before their pregnancies were so large that their feet would no longer reach the ground leaving them immobile no matter how strong they were.

It was time to leave.

Fey arose.

"Aw, are we going already?" said Lily.

Fey glanced over the stacks of plates surrounding the otterkin. Just how large had her breasts become in the dragon silk cave? Fey found herself wondering. Lily seemed to really like growing.

"You're fortunate Stormnail let us use the Lead Feather's tab or you would have gotten nothing, now don't push it Lily, you've already eaten more than I have and I'm way bigger than you!"

"Fiiine."

Lily vaguely waved a hand as she wiggled forward and a carpet of teddy bears lifted her white dragon silk clad belly from the ground as she rose over top, lying on her belly as they transported her from the inn followed by stares from the other customers.

Fey herself rose to her hooves and nearly bashed her head on the ceiling.

Getting this large was starting to come with more and more difficulties fitting inside of buildings she thought as she pursed her lips.

Her half flaccid cock hanging down between her knees and her double pumpkins sized balls also drew a lot of looks of course as she squeezed back out of the inn, breaking the door frame further with a wooden crunch until she popped back into the fresh air.

Outside the yells of the griffin girls and the angry bellowing of Olanelis washed over her.

"I'm going to put all of you before the Guild council for aiding the enemy, for siding with monsters! And that's before I set the nesting guild's wrath at you!" he shrieked.

Stormnail scoffed, "You think the AG will believe you once they've found out what you did? Leaving us to die? Abandoning us in the middle of a fight? The most forbidden thing a captain can ever do?"

"Yes! I am the Captain! So they'll believe me over you, especially when your story is irrational nonsense!"

"Uhm, S-Stormnail, maybe it's a good time to get going?" said Fey quietly.

Stormnail turned to find Fey waiting patiently along with the rest of Magic Mog around her.

"We can't stay, remember? You're all growing way too quickly, and I need more anti-heat potions as soon as possible." said Fey, fidgeting a bit. It was true that her heat was simply biding its time, waiting to come roaring back to life. She could feel it simmering just beneath the surface ready to burst into flames.

Stormnail clearly wanted to stay and argue with Olanelis forever, if only because it was incredibly cathartic after so many years of being mistreated, but she knew that Fey was right, and didn't want to put her in a difficult position.

She turned back to her ex-Alpha.

"You can bellow and yell all you like Olanelis, but it's not going to matter, because we're going to get back to the AG first, they'll hear our side of the story long before yours. Flora?"

With that all of the griffin girls started to levitate, floating up into the air and accelerating as they spread their wings and began awkwardly flapping, looking for all the world like they were flying away in the most unnatural way possible, like hatchlings from a bird's nest learning to fly.

Olanelis watched them rocket up into the blue, his beak hanging open. Then drawing in a breath he roared his fury, unable to do anything but jump up and down on the spot and watch as his harem floated away into the cloudless sky. Only able to scream about calling down the Adventurers Guild and the Nesting Guilds and possibly even Dragons down on their heads, promising adventuring bans and fines and prison and fiery deaths and worse.

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The journey back didn't take long via Flora, only requiring a few stops to give her a break, and then the vast city of Draconica was sprawling across the horizon ahead of them, a wash of white stone and red tiles dotted with the ancient and crueller black stone architecture of the city it had been built atop of. Miles and miles of the vast outer city walls stretched out either side, winding across the grassy plain, and in the distance could be seen great mountains cradling enormous glaciers. Dragons dotted the sky, and in the center of the city lay their Queen, which Fey carefully avoided looking at.

It was the city of dragons.

Which to Fey's dismay, also meant that they were flying into the flight paths of said dragons travelling into the city.

She let out a scream of fright as a torrent of air crashed into the flock of griffin girls sending everyone tumbling end over end through the air before Flora arrested their motions.

The giant red dragon that passed them by had barely given them a second look as he flicked them aside with his wing wash! Had he done that on purpose?! Fey's fear of dragons grew further.

The griffin girls, however, seemed to love it, letting out whoops of excitement as they tumbled and spun, flapping madly and uselessly. To them, flight by Flora was the greatest thing ever, and they made sounds of disappointment as Ellaria commanded Flora bring them back down to earth for safety's sake. Getting run down by a dragon not looking where it was going would be an ignoble end to the band known as Magic Mog.

One by one their feet gently touched down on one of the many roads into the city, much to the shock and surprise of those queuing to get in.

Fey wasn't sure what surprised them more, the fact that they had descended out of the sky, or that the griffin girls were now so pregnant that their cream furred bellies now touched or nearly touched the ground while they were standing.

Stormnail put her four hands on her hips and eyed the queue with a frown. She then turned to Ellaria. Her belly, the weight of which barely seemed to bother her, turned with her, and knocked three people and a horse off the side of the road.

Fey looked in dismay at the people struggling to their feet along with a confused horse. Stormnail hadn't even seen what she'd done because her pregnancy was so large, far larger than any of the other girls. The result of having two separate wombs in her body Fey supposed.

"It's peak time. Normally our band gets hand waved through as we are noted gold rankers, but with what's happened, without the captain we are registered with, there might be a problem."

"But aren't you the captain now?" said Fey

Stormnail sighed and rubbed her beak. "It's not that simple, the bureaucracy of the AG isn't just going to let me be the new captain because I say so… But still, the guards have seen us often enough, they should know to let us pass and skip the queue. Come."

She turned, nearly knocking Dusk over and began striding down the road. Which was a disaster waiting to happen in Fey' opinion as the top of her pregnancy, as it rested on the ground, was at head level with Stormnail and she could barely see anything over the top of it.

People frantically rushed and leaped to get out of her way as she strode onwards, her belly a battering ram.

After a moment of glancing at each other the others followed. Lucy with a slight pregnancy, still only appearing the size of a nine months human, the Lead Feathers who all had bellies that nearly touched the ground, or did actually rest on the ground, then Magic Mog.

They made a procession like that and the long line of caravans and carts and merchants and weary travellers boggled at them as they passed, although half of them seemed more annoyed that they were queue skipping than anything.

Fey caught up to Stormnail as she was angrily talking to a rather flustered looking city guard, who along with a dozen others were blocking the great tunnel entrance through the city walls.

He looked even more flustered as more of the enormously pregnant griffin girls piled in, peeking around Stormnail's belly then sidling forward until there was an intimidating wall of pregnancy standing before the line of guards blocking the way.

The guard standing before Stormnail nervously shuffled some papers.

"Th-the Lead Feathers, I presume, you have ah, changed substantially since we last had you through." The paper shuffling paused as he stared at the enormous round sphere resting against the ground before him, a belly button popped into an outie at head height. He couldn't even see Stormnail behind it.

"Yes, obviously. Now allow us into the city as per our agreement."

The guard nervously scratched his bearded chin. "W-well, the thing is, you don't seem to have your Captain with you and uh, you appear to have acquired some… substantial… cargo."

"Cargo?! Cargo?!?" came the angry caws of the griffin girls. The wall of pregnancy drew closer, closing in on the increasingly alarmed line of guards. They white knuckle gripped their spears and hesitantly took a step back.

Adventurers were very dangerous people normally, this new strange angry pregnancy feature was something they didn't know how to react to.

"Y-Yes! And since you don't have your Captain with you it is written under regulation three B subheading forty five that we need to in-inspect the, uhm… c-cargo?"

He paused as he looked around at the wall of pregnancies, wondering just how that was supposed to happen.

"Listen buddy, unless you want to crawl inside of my vagina that simply ain't happening. Now let us through! Our Captain is already in the city waiting for us!" Stormnail took an aggressive step forward and the guard had to scramble back to avoid being run down by her size.

"Th-there is no record of Captain Olanelis entering the city and—"

"Then you made a mistake! Why are you keeping him waiting? Do you know how hormonal and temperamental being this pregnant can make a girl!? Do you want to be responsible for what happens next!" roared Stormnail, taking another step forward.

The line of guards backed up further, looking absolutely terrified as the griffin girl's pushed forward, yelling and shouting.

"D-dear gods j-just let them through boss," muttered one of the guards

"I swear they are getting bigger as we speak," muttered another. "This ain't my pay grade."

The leader wiped sweat from his brow, his hand shaky.

"Ah, it appears that there may have been a mistake with the paperwork," he said, shuffling through the papers in his hands, dropping half a dozen unnoticed. He licked his lip and swallowed. "Th-this can be someone else's problem! Please go through! Quickly now!"

The griffin girls cheered and surged forward to the horror of the line of guards who had to full body dive to get out of the way as the Lead Feathers charged through the tunnel and into Draconica.

Magic Mog followed after them looking a little bemused. The guards were so cowed that they didn't even think to ask if they weren't with them.

"You know, it's quite nice seeing the guards getting bullied like that," mused Vivi, "Usually it's the guards bullying us adventures, getting digs in where they can just to make our lives difficult."

"I wonder why in the world they might hold such a grudge," sighed Ellaria.

"I just hope we don't get in trouble," mumbled Fey.

It seemed unlikely that they would make the trip back to the AG unnoticed, a crowd of so many extremely pregnant girls was never not going to draw attention, especially as they were all strutting proudly through the streets with their pregnancies on full display, practically preening in fact. The lead feathers truly had nothing to hide, and even felt pride that they had a new Alpha in Fey, proud enough to want to display what she had done to them to everyone.

Perhaps this was a griffin thing? Either way, they were drawing a lot of eyes, and already some idle and bored city folk had started following after their procession, curious if there was going to be drama to watch.

By the time they reached the AG there were over a hundred hangers on walking with them, and the griffin girls had become even larger, now all of their pregnancies were touching the ground, or rather brushing against it. Fey noted that they were leaning back slightly to lift their bellies up just enough that it didn't impede their walking.

They almost seemed to be adapting, and not just in posture. None of them had complained about the weight of their size, nor did it seem to affect them even slightly.

In fact they had more trouble fitting through the large double doors of the AG than they did making their way through the city, the crowd of hangers on left disappointed and dispersing that there was little to see. It was almost like their strength was proportional to their body weight, and since they were becoming increasingly pregnant and heavy, their raw physical strength was massively increasing to match that equally.

Fey frowned. Had Olanelis kept this band permanently preggers because it was an advantage in battle?

The way in might have been relatively smooth, but the inside of the guild was a disaster scene, and would have been what the crowd was looking for. Fey winced as Stormnail turned and crushed a table and chairs, splashing drinks over those nearby. It apparently was hard for the griffin girls to judge just how far their bellies extended from their bodies and they kept accidentally sending people flying as they turned. The beginnings of a bar brawl were staring before one of the clerks hurried over and drew them aside.

Thankfully things quickly calmed down after that as both Ellaria and Stormnail talked with the clerk. After a time, the clerk led the two captains aside, clearly taking the Lead Feather's claims seriously. Fey had little doubt that Stormnail would soon be standing before the AG's council of the greatest captains. She hoped it wouldn't take too long, she had her doubts that Stormnail would be able to fit back out through the front door if it did.

As they were waiting for their captains the two bands started to drift off, the griffin girls collecting drinks from the bar with Flora leading the charge, and Vivi and Kayla flopping down at a table they grabbed. Vivi pulled out a deck of playing cards which were illustrated with art that looked suspiciously centaur themed. Lucy joined them when she caught up a moment later, she had gone to leave her horse at the inn she had been staying at.

Fey was left standing and twiddling her thumbs, feeling like she was standing out like a sore thumb herself amongst the hundreds of drinking and bawdy Adventurers in the guild hall.

She was considering joining Vivi in her card game when someone emerged into the main hall, or rather someones, a pair that Fey was extremely pleased to see.

Aeolith and Violet spotted her, which was an easy thing to do considering her size and made their way over.

To Fey's delight Violet actually looked mostly normal, and not at all like she was liable to pounce on those around her to drink their blood. In fact she stood straight with an intellect in her one glowing red eye and one glowing purple eye that hadn't been there before, her pleasing red hair no longer a mess, but combed and framing her pretty freckled face. She was wearing an oversized long sleeved blouse that hung over her hands, and along with her huge bloody red squirrel tail helped hide the tiny pair of succubus wings on her back.

Fey didn't even have to ask to know that she was no longer feral, it was obvious. Aside from that there was one other change, one of the small nub horns on her forehead, just seen behind her fringe, was different. The horn had changed colour, going from a demonic red to a white as pure as the driven snow.

"You healed her!" said Fey.

Aeolith put one hand on her waist and set her hips at a cocky angle.

"Well, you know how it is. All in a day's work for a freelance angel such as I."

"But it took more than a day."

"Yes, yes, multiple days work," she said, flapping the words away with her other hand. "In fact, you would not believe how incredibly difficult it was to draw her back to the light. An incredibly extremely difficult thing to do and you should talk about it lots and tell everyone what I, Aeolith the freelance angel, was able to do."

Fey clapped her hands together, "I thought we had lost her! This is amazing!"

Aeolith smiled angelically hearing that, lightly brushing a lock of golden angel hair from her face. "I will say that there may need to be a few more, ahem, okay, maybe a lot more sessions I will need to do with her, frequently and regularly, for the change to truly be permanent. So the treatment is far from finished yet, but the results speak for themselves I do believe."

"We did it a lot!" said Violet brightly.

"Ah-Ah y-yes, now no need to talk about any of the details Violet, the secret techniques of an angel must not be shared with mere mortals, it would be very dangerous, so you shouldn't tell anyone ever. Ever."

Violet seemed to consider this. "No technique details?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

She looked up at Fey and grinned, flashing a pair of vampiric fangs. "She was very enthusiastic and messy, sooo messy, and really really tasty. Did you know Angel's are very noisy?"

Aeolith's cheeks flushed beet red in an instant.

"That is also part of the secret technique!" she hissed.

Fey scratched her cheek and beamed. "I'm just happy that Violet is okay, it would have been decades until she could speak otherwise, how did you remove the vampirism exactly?"

"Well, it's, uh, technically still there, just uh, being balanced out, by, uh, something," She lowered her voice to a whispered mutter "I don't really fully understand it myself," then brightening up again "But it worked! And that's what matters! Please talk about my success frequently and loudly!"

"I, uhm will?" said Fey, "Saving someone from not one, but two terrible fates, is very impressive." said Fey, nodding her head. As a healer herself she could very well understand the pride that Aeolith was taking in her accomplishment.

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" preened Aeolith with a smug angelic smile. "Those who graduated with me are going to soil their angelic robes when they hear about this, an act worthy of an archangel!"

"And would you be an archangel young miss?"

Aeolith blinked and turned to find a group of people who had not been there before, a dozen tall hooded and robed figures wearing intricately patterned white ox masks. Fey frowned at them, the pattern on their robes was familiar, it reminded her of the clothing the Inari liked to wear, except a rich blue embroidered with flowing golden wheat patterns across the fabric.

Aeolith tilted her head. "I had not thought word of my impressive success would spread this quickly. Yes, mortals, how may I help you, how do you suffer so that I may save you from your ills?" she said graciously.

"We have been watching you ever since you arrived here. A mistaken summoning, an accident, pulling an angel down from the heavens, a majestic and vanishingly rare being, something of a mythic creature to most."

"Why yes, I AM majestic." said Aeolith, her wings unfurling behind her as if to emphasise her majesticness.

The speaker nodded.

"So become part of our zoo."

The smile faltered on Aeolith's face and her wings drooped a bit.

"I'm sorry? What was that?"

"We are in need and you help those in need. The midsummer menagerie is coming, and we have no valuable and rare creature to represent our clan. Thus you shall be that creature. You would be aiding us a great deal, look we even have a cage for you."

The figure pointed and Fey and Aeolith followed her finger to see a carriage out the open front doors of the AG, a carriage that looked suspiciously like a giant bird cage.

A vein appeared on Aeolith's forehead. It pulsed with angelic anger.

"I am not a zoo animal for you to put on display you filthy mortal!"

The figure failed to register her anger.

"Don't worry, we are willing to offer a substantial sum if you get in the cage."

"I will not get in the thrice damned to the fifth circle of hell cage you disrespectful dullard!" She cried, the feathers on her wings raising in anger. "Do you think your metal stamped into crude circles means anything to me?! An Angel of Hea- a Freelance Angel?!"

Still the figure did not seem even slightly set back.

"Okay." the figure said. "It was a long shot after all."

She gestured with her gloved hands and one of the others stepped forward. They produced a gallon sized bottle from beneath their robes and held it up in front of them.

Fey's brow rose as she realised that the bottle was entirely filled all the way up to the cap with bright red blood.

"Violet," said the first figure, "Would you become part of our menagerie so that we can crush the other Cardinals? We will give you this bottle of blood in exchange."

"Yes." said Violet, already reaching for the bottle of blood.

"Excellent. This way please."

Fey and Aeolith watched in stunned silence as the group of robed figures simply walked away with Violet who was holding the gallon of blood in her arms and looking quite happy about the deal.

"I thought you said you healed her!" cried Fey. "Why is she just walking away with a bottle of blood!?"

"I- I don't know! It was supposed to take, I- M-maybe there needed to be even more sessions, I thought it had basically worked!"

"Well freaking stop her!"

"Y-yes!" Aeolith dashed toward the front door with Fey hot behind.

Violet stepped free from the AG and half the robed figures turned and blocked the doorway, causing Fey and Aeolith to draw up short.

"Let us by, don't kidnap my ball warmer!" cried Fey,

"Yeah, give her tongue back!" snapped Aeolith.

"We are not kidnapping her," said one.

"She chose to come with us," said another.

"If you took her back now it is you who would be kidnapping her," said a third.

Fey watched as Violet happily stepped up inside the bird cage and began unscrewing the cap of the bottle of blood as the cage was closed.

A pair of the masked figures stepped up onto the front bench and drew the harness. What at first Fey thought had been horses stirred to life. They weren't horses. Fitting to the clans strange obsession with rare species they were being pulled by six legged scaled horse like things with jagged horns on their heads, and they were very very fast.

One moment the carriage was there, and the next it was out of sight, rocketing off down the street in an instant as Fey looked over the heads of those blocking the door in disbelief, only able to watch as Violet was happily carted away.

She was gone.

The masked figures stepped back from the door and filtered into the crowd leaving Fey and Aeolith standing there in shock.

"Y-You need to save her!" cried Aeolith rounding on Fey.

"M-me?! Aren't you the angel?"

"I- y-yes, I am, and we need to save her! I hadn't finished healing her, she could relapse without our, uh, regular healing sessions!"

Fey nodded. There was one advantage they had in their favour. Fey knew those Violet had left with, or at least vaguely knew of them. They were clearly one of the cardinals, one of the four clans that had claimed a small part of the city as their own in an area made up of four estates.

There was only one thing to do. She had to go speak to the Inari, the clan who had been hosting them during their stay in the city. They would surely be able to sort this misunderstanding out, and would no doubt be eager to help considering this was a rival clan's attempt to put an ace up its sleeve.

She glanced back. Of course she couldn't take the Lead Feathers with her, they were needed here while this mess with their band was sorted out. Nor could she take Ellaria as she hadn't returned yet. That left Flora, Vivi, the twins and Lucy.

Vivi was the most level headed and reasonable, at least when cool looking swords weren't involved. Flora was like an unstable explosive, unpredictable, not ideal in a critical negotiation situation. The twins were eager, but inexperienced. Lucy just wasn't an Adventurer and was even more inexperienced than the twins. Also someone needed to stay behind to explain to Ellaria what had happened.

She made her choice, and after some quick explanations. She drew Vivi and Kayla aside and set out with Aeolith.

Hopefully this would not take long. A quick trip over to the Inari Estate to fetch Violet and back, in and out.

Easy.

The team began to make their way down the street when the sound of slapping feet came from behind and Fey turned her head to find Lucy running to catch up. She drew up alongside Fey huffing and puffing.

"I can, be, help-ful!" she gasped out.

"But you aren't an adventurer, or a powerful angel, although this hopefully shouldn't be anything but a negotiation."

"I know, but you are an adventurer Fey, and I can make you stronger, so I should totally come along!" she wheezed.

Fey raised an eyebrow but in the end shrugged. She doubted they would need to muscle Violet away from the clan, but just in the small chance something did happen, it felt good to know she could become larger and stronger if needed, plus the transformation felt fucking amazing and she was always eager to experience it again.

Determination straightened her back and Fey strode forward.

It was time to retrieve her ball warming girl.

—

The team quickly made their way through the city, this time drawing far less attention due to the lack of the Lead Feathers, and so were able to arrive at the Inari estate faster than Fey would have thought.

She was surprised to find that there was someone waiting for her there already. In fact more than one someone. She slowed as she trotted down the street, which still had their caravans parked along it.

There was… a queue, a small one, but a queue all the same. A dozen girls were waiting patiently outside the red front door of the Inari estate, and at the very front was a sheepkin, one which to Fey's alarm she recognised.

It was the maid who had been in a deep heat when she had gone to check on Aeolith before they had headed out on the Jötunn job. A girl who had begged Fey to fuck her, which Fey unfortunately had to say no to because she had work, which had made the sheepkin clearly very unhappy, and Fey unhappy to leave a girl in such a state. So Fey had handed her a copy of the Fey Hunting Club's newsletter to hopefully help with her heat.

It seemed that the sheepkin had read that newsletter, as she held it to her chest, and taken a very great liking to it as she looked up at Fey with adoring eyes. Judging by the small queue she wasn't the only one. How many people had she shared it with?!

"You said you could uhm, help with my heat?" said the sheepkin, looking up at Fey as if she were a tall glass of water in a barren desert. She squeezed her thighs together and whimpered as Fey looked her over.

"Uh, I realise I might have offered something along those lines, but uhm, it's kind of inconvenient right now!"

Not to mention that she had her own gigantic freaking heat problems to deal with!! Perhaps her heat was karma for turning this sheepkin down when she was in need?

Thankfully Fey wasn't left to awkwardly explain why she couldn't fuck this girl senseless right now at this particular moment in time, despite really really wanting to.

The door opened revealing a startled Naomi.

The small shortstack girl looked at the sheepkin, then looked up at Fey. Her aquamarine eyes were framed with white hair, a contrast to her purple skin along with two long triangular purple ears poking from her locks either side of her head. Cute.

"Fey!"

Fey waved, pleased to see the bubbly shortstack again. "Heya!" It helped that Fey had rather pleasant memories of her time with Naomi and her two sisters.

Naomi wasted no time, and beckoned all of them inside. Fey trotted forward happily with her team as the sheepkin and her friends followed more hesitantly.

It was only after Fey stepped inside that she realised something was different, that is, not a single Feytaur had charged down the door in an effort to escape the second it was opened. In fact they seemed to be behaving extremely well, running around the grass or just lazing in the sun or even napping in piles.

As Fey had expected the Feytaurs had grown larger in the days she had been out of the city. The tallest was now two and a half foot tall, with most reaching two foot in height. She had expected them to grow more than this in so many days, so perhaps this was the limit?

In any case, with ten thousand of them at this size that created a lot less room inside of the estate, and everywhere Fey looked there were now Feytaurs taking up space, lazing on the grass, or visible through the sliding doors of the great many roomed house, or heaped in piles snoozing, or lazing on furniture.

The Feytaur hive hand also grown substantially, towering high into the air, and Fey watched with her brows rising as a pair of Feytaurs marched past with planks of wood strapped across their backs and nails in their fists, determinedly heading toward the mass of scaffolding. Feytaurs could be seen poking their heads from the miniature windows of the hive, many thousands able to squeeze into the compact space it presented.

It seemed like the Inari had improved on their already excellent training of the Feytaurs, teaching them ever more useful skills. In fact it appeared that the Inari's own home had been extended as Fey spotted a Feytaur crawling across what was clearly a brand new extension with a small hammer in her hand.

The difference between the crazy miniature centaurs who made it their life's mission to get in as much trouble as physically and possible, and the well behaved sight she saw now, was startling.

(She carefully ignored the violent food fight war currently occurring under the star peach tree.)

Apart from that they were amazing!

"This is amazing Naomi, they're so well behaved now!"

Naomi nodded. "Our clan was renowned for its excellent martial discipline and training back in Izril. A few ancient martial techniques here and there and they took to learning new things like fish to water, we've even shown them some basic cooking! Although that has been temporarily suspended after the sixty three separate fire incidents. But they are getting better!"

Fey beamed as she looked over her offspring. Her smile faltered a little as she noticed one of the few Feytaurs not wearing clothes, one sunbathing in a sunchair while holding a fruity drink with both hands and sipping it with a straw, a blonde haired Otterkin type Feytaur, an Ottaur.

She hadn't just developed in height, she had developed after Fey as well, and developed fast. She appeared as an older teenage otterkin anatomically, with a fully developed body, while still maintaining the almost chibi like round smolness of a Feytaur, with a hermaphrodite centaur-like lower body, her balls resting lightly on top of the otter tail emerging from the rear of her horse half.

A small worry sparked to life at the back of Fey's mind. She had been changed by the dungeon that had started it all, given a penis and balls, and the ability to impregnate other species. An impossibility.

Who was to say that her offspring wasn't part of that too? Perhaps Flora was right, and they were some kind of dangerous weapon. Or perhaps they weren't fully separate from Fey, and were just an extension of herself through the magic of the dungeon. Or perhaps they really were a new species, a very strange species, a species that was very goblin like in its rapid growth.

It was impossible to say, and the worry stayed.

Thus the only thing to do was to take her mind of it.

And the way to do that was obvious.

She had come here for a reason after all.

"Naomi, we need your help. One of the cardinals has taken a friend!"

Naomi patted a nearby Feytaur on the head. They murred and pressed up against her, enjoying the touch.

"Taken? Taken by force?"

"W-Well, not exactly, but this friend, she's ill and was kind of sort of tricked into being part of their, uh, menagerie?"

That drew Naomi's attention.

"This friend, is she special? Rare?"

"Yes! A very unusual mix, one of a kind."

"In that case we definitely need to get her out of their clutches, they might get a competitive edge! Which cardinal took them."

"Ah, they didn't say! But they had ox masks and—"

"That's… the Yako. Our direct neighbours." she nibbled on a fingernail in thought. "They won't answer, if you try knock. They don't answer to anyone but other Yako, not even those of us from the other clans can get a response, which is very annoying when we want to contact them, let me tell you."

"Then what do we do!" cried Fey, "We can't just leave Violet to her doom! She needs treatment!"

Naomi scratched her cheek and tilted her head in thought.

"Well, their estate is adjacent to ours, in fact we share the same wall, that's how we usually get around the problem when we really super duper need to talk, we simply hop the wall."

Aeolith frowned.

"You mean breaking and entering, you trespass into their home?"

Naomi looked up at Aeolith, who had been standing at the back of the group and did a double take.

"What… Why is there an… angel with you, Fey?" she said, a strange glint in her aquamarine eye.

Fey let out an internal groan. Of course the Inari would be just as interested in Aeolith as these Yako, she was a supremely rare being afterall.

"She's part of my, uh, team, to retrieve Violet. Please don't try to poach her Naomi, we don't have time for this!"

Naomi glanced between Fey and Aeolith a few times, and then with a monumental piece of self control, she sighed.

"Very well. I won't push. But yes, that is the only entrance in, which you describe as 'breaking and entering, which doesn't sound so great put that way, but it's not like you have any other choice." she grinned, "Plus, I kinda want to see an angel breaking and entering."

Aeolith scoffed. "I am an angel, I do not break and enter, I am simply pre-emptively invited."

"Sure. But perhaps a short tea break first after your journey, and a small chat about your future career paths miss angel, I'm sure it won't take very long."

"Naomi!"

Naomi scratched her cheek. "Very well. It's just over here."

Naomi led them across the estate as hoards of Feytaurs streamed across the grass, many of them crowding around the bemused sheepkin and her friends who were patting the Feytaur's heads with a hesitant curiosity.

A grove of trees grew up against the tall walls, and Fey's rescue team entered into its shadow. There were no Feytaurs here. On the other side Fey could see more of the trees. The wall was tall and had what was almost a small roof along its length, cylinder shaped roof tiles.

Someone had stacked a series of crates and boxes up nearby it, enough that someone might jump up from the top and be able to slip over top if they were moved, which Fey promptly did under Naomi's instruction, placing them up against the wall in a specific spot which Naomi carefully pointed out.

"That's good. They have a few enchantments on the walls, but this spot is missing them so it should be fine."

Fey nodded and her team readied to hop the wall.

Vivi got things done no nonsense of course, stepping up the boxes smoothly and then slipping over the top of the wall tiles like a professional adventurer navigating a dungeon, quickly followed by Lucy, who helped Kayla up and over, disappearing out of view.

Fey placed a hoof on one of the crates. It creaked alarmingly loudly. She glanced up at Aeolith standing on the wall with her hands on her hips.

"Well, are you coming or not?"

"Uhh."

The angel rolled her eyes before turning and hopping down onto the other side leaving only Fey behind.

Fey licked her lips and glanced at Naomi who made encouraging gestures.

"I'll be right behind!"

She awkwardly put her front hooves on top of the tile, and then bracing, leapt over the top in one go.

Leaves whipped past her body and face as she crashed down through the foliage. It was a far greater fall than she had thought, over twice the height the wall had been, and she gasped in surprise as the horrible feeling of the ground not being where she expected it to be shot through her.

Then with a heavy thud she impacted, her hooves sinking an inch into the earth.

She slowly opened her squeezed shut eyes and eased up from the tense position she had landed in.

She blinked and looked around.

The wall she had jumped down from was… missing.

In fact as she turned around anxiously on the spot she realised she wasn't at the edge of a small cluster of trees but deep within a misty pine forest with no wall or team in sight!

She stilled, and tried to slow her racing heart, breathing in and then out.

This was nothing, just some random spooky wall teleportation, y-yeah…

The concerning part was that no one else was in sight, it was just her.

Alone.

Well the first thing to do was to find someone, anyone. Clearly.

She hesitantly set out, walking slowly and carefully through the mist riddled forest, eyes darting side to side as she tried to spot any sign of life. It was also cold out, quite unlike the summer warmth, and she shivered as the misty air touched at her skin. Her half flaccid penis retracted fully under the chill.

Fortunately she didn't have long to walk before he heard something, a small voice crying for help.

Her pace increased, focusing in on the direction, until finally she spotted the source.

There was a girl in a tree. She was stuck on one of the boughs far above the ground and clinging on for dear life.

"Halp!" said Lucy.

Fey stepped forward and reached up for her. One nice thing about being so tall was that she could reach girls stranded in trees she supposed. She carefully helped the distressed teenager down and set her on the ground.

Lucy checked herself over.

"There was— I climbed the wall and suddenly I was just stuck in a tree in the middle of nowhere! I tried to yell not to come. Did you not hear me?"

Fey shook her head. Clearly something had happened. Naomi had said the wall was enchanted, maybe they had screwed up the placement of the crates and triggered it somehow.

She didn't want to consider it, but could this be a trap by the Inari? Or perhaps the Inari had been tricked themselves, sending Fey into a trap of some kind that would prevent her from being part of the Inari's menagerie.

The clans clearly wanted rare and interesting species to represent them at the midsummer menagerie. She wondered just how far they were willing to go…

In any case, she was now alone in the forest with Lucy, the teenage daughter of a noble family, an equestrian, and a girl who would be completely useless in a fight if it came to it.

So to keep her safe, and nearby so that she might use her Skills, Fey picked her up one more time and set her on her back.

This seemed to please Lucy a lot who ground her hips down against her back.

Like that she set out with the vague hope of finding more of her team in this strange damp forest.

At least she had company and didn't feel quite so alone.

Time passed as Fey trotted through the forest with Lucy chatting on her back. Lots of time. But no others appeared. There was only the forest's gloom, not even bird songs, just dead silence and the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze interjected with the earthy sounds of Fey's hooves crossing the forest floor.

Even Lucy's voice started to peter off after an hour of walking, becoming more worried, the safe feeling Fey provided her wearing away.

Fey was an Adventurer, and she had learned a thing or two since joining Magic Mog.

For one she knew that the places between civilisation, the tracts between walled cities and walled towns, could be horribly mind bendingly vast.

Forests that formed an unending ocean of trees that stretched hundreds or thousands of miles were common in some parts. Being dropped in the middle of such a thing would be a death sentence for ninety nine point nine percent of people, and even those who survived the exposure and monsters would take years to make their way out.

She very carefully avoided saying anything about that to Lucy.

If the yako wanted to remove her from competing in the menagerie then they may have just succeeded. She half wondered if the taking of Violet had been a trap from the start, bait to bring her over the wall, and into… wherever the hell this was.

Another half hour of walking later and Lucy perked up.

"Hey, It's getting brighter! Look!"

Fey looked up from her gloomy thoughts and realised she was correct, light was filtering through the trees and the mist had faded.

Not daring to believe it she rushed forward until the trees were parting around them and they were emerging out into bright summer sunlight.

A vast and shallow valley spread out before them filled end to end with golden wheat, field after field after field.

She hadn't known what to expect, but signs of civilization were an amazingly welcome sight to see.

"There's buildings down there! People!" said Lucy.

Even better.

Not waiting, Fey began moving, moving from a trot into a gallop as she practically sprinted down into the nearest field and through the golden wheat. A fence came up and she jumped it, leaping over the top as Lucy cried out on her back, only to squeak as her hips and nethers slammed down against Fey's back when she landed.

Fey was fast, and it didn't take long to reach the center of the valley and the small cluster of buildings.

It was a village of some kind, although as Fey neared her excitement fell a bit. While the buildings appeared to be in a good state, there wasn't a single person to be seen, and what had appeared to be people from a distance were just a handful of crude scarecrows readied to be placed in the fields. Something else occurred to her that had taken a moment to understand. This village had no walls, nothing at all to defend it in case of monster attack. Strange.

… perhaps that explained the lack of people.

Her rush became an uncertain trot as they passed by the buildings, a gentle breeze making sign boards creak.

The architecture of the village was familiar at least, it was the same as the Inari's estate, cylindrical roof tiles that hung far out over falls plus chunky timber and sliding doors.

At the end of the cluster of buildings was one more grand than any of the others. Two red columns forming an arch with a third roof-tiled piece bridging them was sat on the path to it.

Fey passed beneath the odd red arch, feeling increasingly unsure of what this place was. This too was empty, only what appeared to be strange styled stone statues of lions? And a great bronze bell set before what Fey got the distinct impression was some kind of sacred temple.

"Is it abandoned?" said Lucy.

"I… I don't know." She cleared her throat, suddenly dissatisfied. "H-HEY! If any of the, uhm, yako are here, please come out! And— and return Violet dammit!"

"Why though?" came a voice and Fey turned to find a girl stepping out from behind one of the red columns of the arch. Fey was certain there had been no one there when she had passed it and her nerves tightened up a notch.

The girl was obviously some kind of kin judging by the furred fox ears sticking from her hair. Both hair and ears were the same colour of gold as the wheat that rippled in the wind behind her. The golden fox tail waving behind only confirmed her kin nature.

Her clothes though, were like the Inari, unfamiliar, and in this case even more scant, the split on either side of her dress ran fully up to her waist, and the strips of cloth between dangled between her thighs. Her arms were fly exposed from the dress and were heavily tanned from the summer sun beating down over head.

She tilted her head in question and the small gold ball bells woven into her hair tinkled, merrily, a match to the look in her eyes, emerald green eyes with long eyelashes. her amusement was clear and accentuated by the red marks painted on her cheeks, like cat whiskers. It gave her an almost mischievous look.

"Uhh, b-because she was tricked into coming here?" said Fey.

A voice replied from alarmingly close behind.

"Was she really though? Or was she just starved because you didn't feed her?"

Lucy let out a small scream.

Fey's head snapped around to find a second girl, one similar in appearance to the first except with no red marks on her cheeks, and instead a piece of straw idly dangling from her mouth, a slightly younger sister if Fey had to guess.

She was sitting cross legged on Fey's rump like for all the world she belonged there.

"H-hey! It's uhm, v-very rude to ride a centaur without asking!" croaked out Fey, feeling very unsettled.

"Yeah! And give back uh, Violet? That freelance angel said she might freaking die of withdrawals if she doesn't get Violet back in for another uh, session or something. Do you want to kill an angel?!?"

"You can just ask her yourself if she wants to come back you know," mused the one with whiskers.

Fey turned in surprise to see her put her hand behind the arched pillar and pull an equally surprised Violet free. She held a now empty gallon bottle in her arms and was plastered in blood from the chin down.

She grinned happily.

For a plains centaur like Fey, a pair of fangs plus a lot of blood wasn't exactly the nicest thing in the world to see and her heart rate spiked on instinct.

"V-Violet, d-don't you want to come back, with us? Maybe? Possibly?"

Violet tilted her head. "Do you have blood?"

"Uh…"

"Can I have yours?"

"NO!

"Then why should I? These weird foxkin have lots of blood, it's great!"

The one with the whisker marks flicked her fingers up against Violet's chin. The blood vanished from her leaving her skin and clothing as though it had been freshly cleaned, even the blood in the bottle vanished into thin air leaving a sparkling freshly cleaned bottle behind.

"Please do not call us 'foxkin'. We are not that." she mused. "A foxkin would be but a servant in this land."

"And what land would that be? Where is this place?" said Fey.

"That's not important."

"Why did I know you were going to say that," sighed Fey, really these two liked being cryptic. "Violet, if you come back, I will give you uh, my… stuff…" said Fey, finishing awkwardly.

Both Violet and the 'foxkin' tilted their heads in question at Fey.

"Y-You know? S-Stuff, uhm, the stuff?"

"What is the stuff?" said Violet.

"Y-You used to like uhm, c-cuddling my r-rear spheres, and uh, probably liked what was…inside…" Fey managed to croak out. Really did she have to say this on the grounds of a freaking holy temple? It felt like blasphemy and heresy rolled into one.

"She does have something here sister," said the one sitting on her rump and leaning back to inspect Fey's balls much to Fey's distress. She squinted and frowned "Some powerful… thing… Wait, what is this?"

"Any who," said Fey trying to distract the foxkin with the piece of straw in her mouth, "Now that Violet has agreed to come with us in exchange for stuff we will be leaving, Violet please come with us!"

"No. They gave me a jar of blood, so you gotta give me the same. If you don't, I'm staying."

Fey stared at her as Lucy leaned in and whispered behind.

"Psst, Fey, If it's only that then, maybe you could, you know, do it into the bottle."

"I'm not freaking cumming in a bottle!!!" whisper-hissed Fey back over her shoulder.

"Sister, we should see this, the Inari have something we underestimated here, I can sense it. There's something wrong with this one's reproductive genitalia."

"Very well." The whiskered one turned and took the large glass bottle from Violet's grasp.

She held it up in front of her.

"You may cum in this bottle centaur."

"I'm not cumming in the bottle!!" cried Fey.

"Do you not want your friend?"

Fey put her hands over her face and groaned. Why couldn't things be simple? Now she had to cum in a bottle to save Violet from probably going feral again.

"........F-Fine."

She glanced around.

"But can we not do it here, I don't want to deface this temple with my, uh, stuff."

"I assure you that I can catch all that you produce in this vessel. It will be easy."

"No, no you can't," said Fey, her voice dropping into a more serious tone. "Not a chance. Zero."

The whiskered one seemed amused by this claim. "You have no idea of just who you are talking to Centaur, but very well."

She beckoned and Fey followed, feeling very relieved as they left the hallowed grounds of the temple and stepped out into the fields.

The whiskered one led them through the fields of wheat and Fey noticed that she was barefoot, feet gracefully stepping through the field yet remaining pristine, like it was the most natural thing in the world for her.

They came to a stop at what must have been the true center of the valley, a sea of waving golden wheat rippled in every direction as the hot sun beat down overhead, the sound of crickets buzzed through the fields adding to the rustle of the wind.

The sky above was an azure blue gradient with only a scattering of fluffy white clouds.

It was a stark contrast to the gloomy forest and Fey could admit she appreciated it, especially the way it heated her flanks.

"Okay, now cum in this bottle." said the whiskered one, holding it out as if she expected Fey to be able to cum on command right there on the spot.

Fey's cheeks reddened. "I can't just do that," she muttered. "It's not that easy."

"Hmm. You were always better with the livestock Yuki, my preference was the fields before everyone left."

"Pff fine." said the one with the bit of straw in her mouth. She rolled her eyes and then unfolded her long legs before gracefully slipping down the side of Fey's flank, her bare feet touching down amongst the wheat.

She leaned down and peered beneath Fey's barrel.

Unlike normally there wasn't much to be seen, the cold of the forest had seen to that, and all that was visible was an enormously fat sheath between Fey's thighs.

"The villagers would do this thing where they milked their bulls sometimes, to give to cows. They called it artificial insemination."

"Wh-what does that mean?"

"It means she is going to jerk you off with her hands Fey!" said Lucy helpfully. "It's a technique used all the time in big breeding stables with the best quality stallions!"

"...I… see? ooh!"

Fey gasped as a delicate hand came to rest on her sheath. The touch of her hand was quite strange, almost numbing.

The attention on her nethers had caught another's attention, one who no longer had a big bottle of blood to distract her.

Violet stared at Yuki massaging and pushing at Fey's sheath trying to make something happen. After a moment her curiousity got the better of her and she approached, leaning down and squinting at what she was doing, as though trying to recall something important. Then she frowned and stepped fully around Fey, coming face to face with Fey's massive ballsack which hung heavily against her rear and thighs, her tail draped over top of it.

"This…" mumbled Violet as she approached and reached out a hand.

"V-Violet!" squeaked Fey as first one hand then two touched against the hot surface, the skin pushing out as the sperm inside became agitated by a female touch.

"I remember these were nice." she mumbled as she pressed her cheek against them, the surface pressing back against her face.

"Th-that's good!" said Fey, pleased that her expert ball warming girl had remembered what she was very good at, but struggling to stop from fidgeting as Yuki's numbing hands stroked her sheathe.

The whiskered 'foxkin' held up the glass bottle helpfully.

That was the last straw, as it were, especially as things weren't going anywhere fast. Really, she would be standing in this field for the next freaking hour at the rate Yuki's hands were numbing her sheath!

"I- do we really have to be so clinical!" cried Fey, and both Violet and Yuki paused.

"I am not a cow to be milked of my sperm in the middle of a random field! There's more to this than just freaking artificial whatever insemi— insemana— Th-There's other things!"

Yuki drew back from Fey's loins.

"I believe the villagers called such a thing foreplay sister. A type of advanced indoor mating they took part in to ease the process of sex."

"How quaint. Very well, show us this foreplay centaur."

"Ah…"

Fey wasn't quite sure how to answer that, but she supposed she would feel a little less like a cow being milked by the local milkmaid if she were lying down.

She eased down to the straw field and then rolled onto her back as Lucy stepped free, the wheat spreading around her. It was surprisingly comfortable, especially with the bright sun now warming her underside and sheath. Her blonde hair spilled around her head as she eased back, trying her best to relax. It felt like a very natural place for a centaur to be.

Of course a second later Violet pounced, the part squirrelkin leaping onto her balls like a tiger and wrapping her arms around them fiercely as she buried her face in ballsack and drew in great huffing breaths of her scent.

It was quite nice having Violet back Fey could admit, she had grown used to having her on her balls, it was comfortable, like wearing a comfy sweater in winter while sipping a hot choco.

She looked down to find Lucy stood one one side of her barrel as Yuki stood on the other.

"This is Fey," said Lucy. Her hand moved to point at Fey's sheath, "And that is her penis."

Yuki squinted at the teenager. "I am aware of the mechanical nature of reproduction, girl."

"Are you? Because you seemed to be struggling. Here let me show you. Bring your hands down like this," said Lucy kneeling and reaching between Fey's thighs.

The teenager's fingers pressed and shifted against her sheath, stroking and petting the thing.

Lucy may have overestimated herself in Fey's opinion, she was already struggling with the sheer size of her sheath, the mass overwhelming her small hands.

But after a moment Yuki, looking determined, stepped up onto Fey's stomach and then plopped down, staring at Lucy's hand motions.

She studied what she was doing.

Then she reached out and her hand brushed against Lucy's in passing.

"Ow! What the hell! Why are your hands all staticy?!"

"It is a barrier, a pair of gloves for the artificial insem—"

"Well use your bare hands dammit!" said Lucy.

Yuki looked at her blankly, but after a moment seemed to dispel whatever the strange barrier was.

Her bare exposed hands touched against Fey's sheath for the first time. Both of them let out a breath at the feeling, the softness of the flesh on Yuki's hands and the delicate almost wonderful feeling of her hands on Fey's sheath. It definitely felt different than any touch Fey had felt before, but she struggled to describe how. These sisters were clearly special somehow.

Yuki and Lucy both began pushing and stroking at Fey's sheath, and this time got a much more rapid reaction.

The front of the sheath started to part, and Lucy dipped her fingers inside, which a curious Yuki copied, and together they heaved, spreading the opening, revealing part of the plate like tip.

Fey groaned as they increased their efforts, both of them now determined to release the beast, their fingers gripping and hooking around the entrance, pulling and spreading her sheath wider even as precum made the thing slippery.

With a cry of release from Fey and a wet SH-SHLUURRRP her cock surged free suddenly, swelling past Yuki's fingers which became instantly trapped between her dick and the flesh of her sheath and crashing into her midriff.

Yuki struggled to remove her fingers, but Fey's cock was stretching her sheath so wide that she couldn't and was unable to do anything as the half erect penis grew fatter and longer between her extended arms.

She boggled down as the plate like tip pressed pressed against her dress clad abdomen, the incredibly hot thing smearing precum over the cloth that then ran down between her thighs in rivulets as Fey continued to grow and grow, her cock trying to push Yuki back but unable to, so instead the slick cock tip began to rise, sliding up against her dress clad front, leaving a huge smear of precum up the front of her dress until the plate like tip crashed into her under boob setting her chest wobbling.

Of course that wasn't going to stop Fey's powerful erection, and after a moment the tip rose up, spreading her dress-clad breasts to either side until with a rush it slipped over the top, and in the same moment excitedly sprayed a cup full of pre.

Yuki spluttered as she got a full frontal load of pre straight into her shocked open mouth. She swallowed instinctively, her throat bobbing for a moment before she realised what she was doing and spat the rest free along with the bit of wheat.

Coughing and trying to draw breath, she found the tip of Fey's cock rising still further, the rim of the tip scraping up her neck, over her chin, until all she could see was the brutal nobbled tip rising up her face, over her nose, smearing precum across her beauty, until she was going cross eyed as she tried to take in the pillar of dick meet quite literally resting on her face.

She breathed raggedly, drawing air into her lungs, and the raw scent of she-stallion dick filled her, her mind going blank for a moment as her eyelids fluttered. The incredibly intense smell instantly caused her to soak through her panties, rivulets of her lubricant running down her inner thighs.

And then, finally, Fey's dick slipped fully free of her sheath, and with it Yuki's fingers were freed. She fell back against Fey and Fey's heavy dick slapped down on her torso.

She lay there like that for a moment, hands clutching nervelessly at the mass laying atop her, struggling to recover from the sheer shock of what had just happened.

"Uh, are you okay?" said Lucy.

"hhhhhffnnn…" half moaned Yuki.

She licked her lips, taking in more precum smeared across her face. She swallowed.

"This… is not what I expected… It's…"

Izuko frowned down at her. "What is it sister? I've never seen you like this before."

Yuki lifted her hand and scooped more precum into her mouth

"... Moon above, this stuff, it's like freaking catnip for my domain Izuko!"

"Well that's great but you completely missed the point! Look, you made her cum but you didn't catch a single drop of it in the bottle! Hey are you listening?! Stop eating it! Hey!"

Yuki ignored her and leaned her head in, eagerly lapping at Fey's urethra that was steadily drooling pre.

Lucy raised a hesitant hand and Izuko turned to glare at her.

"What?"

"She didn't cum."

"What do you mean girl?"

"Uhm, that isn't, ah semen," said Fey.

Lucy nodded, "It's true, that was all just precum."

Yuki removed her lips from the urethra and looked up at Lucy.

"Wait, are you saying this isn't even her full release? Not even when this place was at its peak has my domain felt so full and fulfilled, and you say that this wasn't even her cum?! Not even close to the real thing?!?!"

"Er… yes?" said Lucy, scratching her nose.

Yuki stared at her like she had grown a second head.

Then after a moment she shuffled back and began pulling at her clothing. In moments she had hiked her dress over her head and had pulled it free, discarding it in the straw to the side.

"Sister! What are you doing?!" cried Izuko.

"I want to feel like the old times again sister, I want to feel like the ripest harvest under a harvest moon, the most virile of breeding seasons, not this pale shadow of a domain."

Yuki was breathing hard purely from excitement, her chest rising and falling, skin fully exposed to the air, and revealing the tan lines of her dress, the farmers tan of her arms and legs and head ended and became perfect pale skin where her dress had been, creating sharp lines, the paleness of her breasts exposed to the sun, her aesthetically pleasing and immensely attractive body on full display, a beauty so natural that it felt good to look upon.

Even Lucy seemed impressed.

"I'm not sure you needed to get naked for this, but maybe it will make getting her off easier. Here, put your hands on her length like this."

Yuki followed as instructed and leaned forward, pressing both delicate hands against the throbbing surface, feeling the pulsing veins beneath her finger tips.

She paused.

"Are… centaurs supposed to be this big? This seems… unusual somehow."

"Oh no, Fey is way bigger than most centaurs, and even bigger with her thingy."

Yuki seemed to consider this statement.

"Good."

With that they began stroking at Fey's length, masturbating her vastness with their hands.

Fey lay back and closed her eyes and tried to get into it, she really did.

But after a few minutes she couldn't help but twitch her eyebrow.

The problem was that while Lucy pretended like she knew what she was doing, the truth was that she was clueless, an inexperienced teenager trying to take on a dick that was far beyond her capability.

And Yuki, for whatever reason, seemed even more clueless, and was doing some very strange things, including at one point patting the tip of her cock like it was a curious cat.

Fey's lips set in a flat line. It seemed the 'gloves' hadn't been the only thing that had been terrible about Yuki's attempts to get her off, she was very amateurish at best.

Really, this wasn't a hand job at all! It was more like she was being assaulted by a squad of blind people trying to work out just what it was they were touching!

With a sigh she opened her eyes and sat up. Then she politely coughed into her fist.

"Ahem, I'm sorry to interrupt, but uhm, I don't think this is going anywhere fast."

"No no, I think we're getting somewhere," said Lucy frantically massaging the top side like it was a washboard.

Fey bit her lip. How was she supposed to explain that they just sucked at this!

"I, uh, find it very hard to get off when not inside… someone… so, uhm, yeah."

She managed to get out. Which to be fair was mostly true.

Yuki paused and glanced back at her.

"Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting? You want to… but how!?"

"Yes?" said Fey, "D-don't worry about fitting, I've done it with Lucy before, she can tell you." and then lowering her voice, "Plus it will be waaaay less messy."

She was also very very attracted to Yuki, as was only natural, and the thought of ruining her made her cock stiffen, but she didn't say that part out loud.

"It's true, I've done it with her, and if you want to, you can. It'll work." said Lucy.

Yuki seemed to consider this, her eyes glancing along the four foot and four inches of horse dick before her, and then glancing down at her own body, trying to imagine fitting a cock inside of herself longer than her torso. Compared to the brutal blunt tool before her it was a strong contrast, a beauty, and a hulking beast of a dick.

"I… I want that, I want her to sow my field!"

"Sister! What's gotten into you?!"

"Don't sister me! You've been fine after everyone left, but me? I haven't been, I haven't gotten to bless anyone, I can't count how many years Izuko, nor feel a single iota of fulfilment for my domain! There's nothing here anymore! At least you have your fields! G-Guide me Lucy! Show me what to do!"

Lucy nodded, almost taking on a professional air, like Yuki was a mare to be seen to by a mighty stallion in her stables. Fey was strangely reminded of Kayla and Lily, the two otterkins abslutely loved guiding girls onto Fey, and seeing them sent to sexual heaven. Lucy seemed to have dropped into that role completely naturally. Maybe because of her equestrian interest, to her she was just seeing to her stallion's needs.

"Right, move your hips in, yes, closer, now spread your thighs, no don't worry about the size, I promise it will fit, okay, and push yourself onto the tip."

"Hngffh! This, there's no way, even with my abilities, this thing is freaking thicker than my leg!"

"Yes yes, but that's not going to stop you from taking it, you want this dick right? You want to be, uh, sown?"

"Fucking yes!" keened Yuki.

"Okay, now get a grip with your ankles, yes, use the medial ring to hold onto and then drag your body onto it, and then with your hands position them here, and here, yes, that's perfect positioning, okay now on one, two, three, HEAVE!!"

Lucy pushed at Yuki's shoulders as she full body hauled herself onto horse dick, her pussy squishing tight against the plate like surface, harder and harder until her pussy was spreading, being forced outward as inch after inch of hot dick pressed at her insides, her body parting to take Fey.

Yuki threw her head back and screamed as she slop-popped over the tip, her belly instantly bulging with dick, and a slim clear spray of her juices jetted from her pussy, arcing over Fey's body and splattering down on Violet.

Not that Violet seemed to mind, she happily licked herself and Fey's balls clean of Yuki's juices.

"Oh, oh, oh w-wow…" breathed Yuki, staring down at her flat stomach now distended with the shape of Fey. She hesitantly stroked her fingertips across her belly bulge as if unsure it was real, then increasingly pleased it was real as both her hands fondled the shape.

Lucy smiled with her eyes squeezed shut.

"And now the next step is full penetration!" she said as she took hold of Yuki's ankles.

"Uh, W-Wait hold, H-hold on a second, wa- AIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!"

Lucy was merciless and hauled Yuki down, dragging her over the medial ring without stop as her belly bulge extended over her head, sending her into full body spasms as she threw her head back and howled. It was quite messy of course, and Lucy was soaked through as Yuki repeatedly squirted and sprayed her down, her clit straining from its hood as her pussy went mad.

Her legs quickly became coated from top to bottom in her sloppy sticky juices, and as she kicked and thrashed her ankles slipped free from Lucy's grip and thrashed into the air, kicking and flailing wildly as Yuki spasmed with hyper orgasm, kicking Lucy aside as her eyes rolled up into her head.

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Yuki shuddered and quivered as she hugged the dick that filled her, more than filled her, stretched her beyond what she thought was possible, made her feel things that she had never imagined.

And then she flopped back spent.

It took her a moment to be able to speak.

"Oh… oh no, I think I've fallen in love, with this feeling," panted Yuki, her chest rising and falling in huge panted breaths, her breasts and belly now slick with her own lubricant from her out of control motions.

"Yuki, what— I've never seen you like this…" mumbled Izuko.

Yuki licked her lips, and managed to look around her dick bulge at her sister, who was standing and staring, clearly stunned by what had happened, the glass bottle dangling from one hand forgotten.

"Hah, if this was what doing it with the villagers was like then I would have done it non-stop. No, this is something else sister, this is something special."

Izuko looked over her sister, her body speared on dick, her tanned limbs limp, her pale breasts parted.

She bit her lip.

Her voice became small.

"Can… Can I join in?"

Yuki wiped at her forehead, still trying to catch her breath.

"Y-You'll just have to wait, there's no fucking way I'm leaving this dick."

"Oh, I can help with that too!" said Lucy brightly.

She leapt forward and took hold of Izuko's hand and then led the confused girl forward and had her undress, helping her tug the dress over her head exposing her pale naked torso, and her breasts, her nipples very noticeably erect, and a wetness to her inner thighs.

Then Lucy had her step up onto Fey and awkwardly sit at the base of Fey's dick, sitting atop the last few exposed inches not sleeved inside of Yuki, her clit only an inch away from sister's

"Are you ready Fey?" Said Lucy, placing both her hands flat on Fey's barrel.

Fey bit her lip and nodded. She knew what was coming even if the others didn't, and a shiver of pleasurable apprehension rolled through her body. Lucy's abilities were something Fey liked A LOT. The feeling of growing bigger and stronger, was just HNff! Not to mention the other benefits.

She wound her fingers into the straw around and braced as she felt Lucy begin to pump her skill into her, her body immediately reacting, a feeling like a morning stretch but times a hundred causing her to gasp and then moan.

The two sisters cried out in alarm as the centaur body below them suddenly began to grow and expand, the coat slipping to a rust red colour as Fey put on size, hot steam drifting from her skin and coat in the process.

However one sister's cries were noticeably louder than the other. Yuki screamed and flapped her hands at her belly as Fey's cock grew larger within her, stretching her walls further and pouring on the nerve endings, making her even more sensitive. Her pussy violently squirted against Izuko's bare front, hot cunt dew splashing up the undersides of her breasts. Izuko seemed shocked, but made no move to get up.

"Hnffff hnnnn!!!" Cried Fey, arching her back as she reached her full glorious size, both in height and size, fifty eight inches of horse cock now straining at Yuki's overly taxed pussy walls.

And then she was done. Gear Two of Lucy's Skill fully triggered.

"S-So she got bigger, so what? What are you expecting me to do with that?" said Izuko.

Lucy tapped her on the shoulder and drew her attention behind. She frowned in confusion as she found herself looking at Fey's sheath, except… different, it was like a second sheath was stacked on top and pressing against her rear.

With Lucy's help and guidance she got herself into position, pressing her bare pussy against the sheath, the wet heat of it licking at her sensitivity. She hooked her feet around Fey's legs as instructed and then watched perplexed as Lucy slipped her fingers into the second sheath.

A moment passed with Lucy grunting and tugging at the thing, clearly struggling.

"...What are you trying to do?" said Izuko.

"J-Just skipping the part where I- huff H-Have to, push, you, down!"

With a cry she managed to spread Fey's sheath wide enough that her swelling second cock was able to escape, escaping directly into the pussy placed in front of it.

Izuko squealed as Fey's erection grew into her, her pussy parting easily for the cock tip not yet at it's full size, and then spreading and spreading and spreading as Fey's cock poured on the girth and length, her belly rising from her front with each thump of Fey's heart, surging forward in seconds.

She nearly lost her grip on Fey's legs with her feet and Lucy had to grab for her to prevent her being pushed away from the sheath by the rapidly growing horse dick.

"Oh, Oh MOON! OooooOOOHHHH!!" she screamed as the cock did things! to her insides.

The two of them were left clutching at each other around their distended midriffs, fingers slick with nectar holding onto pale and tanned skin for dear life, their bare legs intertwined, toes parting around each other.

"HNN! Sister, I feel so- so-"

"Extremely fucking full?"

"Yes! It's like the harvest peak!"

Yuki squirmed against her sister, revelling in the feeling of having so much dick within her.

"Hnff, I- I want to do it Izuko. It's been so long, and there hasn't been anyone around to benefit from it. I need this."

Izuko lifted her head, looking momentarily startled. "Not on the crops, or the livestock, or the villagers, but… her?"

Yuki nodded and Izuko bit her lip.

They came to an unsaid agreement.

Helping each other, they began to rise, putting their bare feet against Fey's barrel and heaving back, angling her cocks vertically.

They rose up together like that, standing on Fey's barrel, twelve inches of dick left inside each of them, the rest clutched between their thighs and feet.

It was slow at first, a shaky hand lifting to embrace another, the both of them closing their eyes and turning, leaning down in opposite directions as they made strange shapes sweeping motions with their arms.

But soon, the two sisters had gotten into the groove and their feet moved expertly, sliding across Fey's barrel, as they twisted and turned, dancing while Fey's dicks were still inside of them, bending and moving in graceful motions. Most of the time. Sometimes Fey's cock tips would scrape against their insides in a certan way and a muffled moan would escape before they could clamp down on it, a spray of squirt sprinkling into the air.

But somehow their occasional squirting only added to the sight. They were performing perhaps the most graceful dance Fey had ever seen, the sort a priestess might perform in rite to her sacred goddess.

It wasn't just Fey's impression, ghost fire started to coalesce around them, balls of translucent white flame that curled and roiled as they floated at random points in the air for dozens of meters around them.

And then they began to sing, sing in a language Fey did not know, their skin glowing gold as a tingling feeling radiated through them, soft at first but then increasingly intense.

Fey could only describe it as fertility, they felt fertile, and that feeling spread, sinking from their cores down into her cocks, and from their into her body, sinking deep within her own core.

Their dance came to an end with a gasp, the both of them clutching at each other to stay upright as they squirted over each other's legs, smiling together at what they had accomplished.

Fey fidgeted.

Something felt wrong, something felt very very wrong.

Crack.

"Wh-what did you do?"

"Oh, we noticed that you have a very weak heat."

"Yes, so we thought to gift you our blessing of fertility and harvest during your season."

"We blessed your heat in effect."

"We haven't given our blessing to any being in countless years, so you in fact received the combined blessing of all those many seasons without a harvest, thus your heat took on all of it, a super blessing if you will, hundreds of times stronger than normal."

Fey's eyes slowly widened, like frost spreading across a winter pond, as the words entered her ears and she processed them.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" she shrieked.

C-Crack. The barrier of the anti-heat potion acquired a slight fracture.

"No need to thank us mortal."

"Yes, with this when you seed your chosen centaur lover she may bear as many as six children."

Izuko nodded her head wisely. "It may be more than that Yuki, this was our greatest blessing ever, I wouldn't be surprised if the lover of this one will have as many as seven children."

Fey stared at the two in horror. They had absolutely no idea what they had just done.

Crunch. Flame flickered from the anti-heat barrier. Fey could feel her body temperature drastically rising. Steam washed from her body.

"Now now, I'm sure that many children won't be too much of a burden, just think of the amount of life you can bring into the world now, seven entire lives, and okay, it's not for me to say if you do, but if you find a second centaur lover during this heat, you could even bring in another seven lives for a total of fourteen! Fourteen centaur babies!"

Izuko winked at Fey as if she was saying she would keep Fey's secret if she found a centaur mistress.

Fey could only look at the two with her mouth hanging open.

In retrospect, maybe some forewarning would have been wise.

She barely had any time left. And then she had none at all.

SMASH!

The anti-heat potions barrier shattered and the flames of a now turbo charged heat roared and howled within Fey, Screaming to breed, to breed and breed and breed, until there was no female left anywhere who wasn't permanently pregnant.

Fey cried out at the sheer strain, the sheer need to impregnate a girl making her body spasm, her back hips violently bucking up into the air, thrusting up into the two unknowing girls.

Their feet slipped and she thrust within, bucking up into them as they fell, feet of dick plunging into both, scraping by an incredible number of pleasure clusters in one, instantly throwing them over a mountain cliff into the most powerful orgasms of their lives.

Their legs went up into the air, flung out as they were bounced, droplets of their dew flicking from their toes, pussies lighting up with fire cracker chain orgasm.

The two sister's pride was shattered in an instant as they screamed and screamed at each other.

It wasn't enough, the two girls howling on her dicks as she frantically thrust up in the air like ragdoll fuck dolls, wasn't enough, and the tightness off their pussies was preventing Fey from properly sleeving them, their bodies bouncing of her medial rings.

Steam rolled of her as the maddening sensation of being unable to fuck them propoerly continued.

She couldn't take it!

With a cry she rolled onto her hooves and sprung up, catapulting a shocked Lucy away, the sisters below losing their minds as they were dragged along for the ride.

She already knew what to do and with a cry threw herself at the nearest field fence, front hooves coming down on top of it as she bucked her hips up against it. The two girls nearly bashed their heads against the wood, but retained enough sense to instead grab hold of the wooden horizontal beams, wrapping their arms around them.

Which of course provided Fey exactly what she needed.

A frame to go buck wild into them.

She drew her hips back, both pussies releasing a ripping queef and slurry of their cunt honey that splattered down on to the wheat below, the sounds only over taken by the twin howls of the sisters.

Then Fey heaved forward with a roar, stepping into her epic thrust, Four feet and ten inches of dick sawing into twin pale pussy, using the two girls as so much disposable dick sleeves to get herself off, their abdomens lurching from their bodies, smacking their breasts aside as they shot beyond their heads, the shapes of Fey's cocks silhouetted with in, sisters made obscene as they became living condoms, very very noisy living condoms.

Of course the problem with Fey's heat was that it was not just her cocks that were affected. Fey screamed as her pussy squirted, pints of her dew spraying out over her balls, and of course, into the open mouth of a certain squirrelkin still clinging to them.

Violet cried for joy as she drank Fey down, her throat bobbing, and then sputtering as she found Fey's production a little too much.

Not that was going to stop her, her tongue shot from her mouth and zipped into this new found source of tasty, thrusting straight into Fey's quivering pussy.

Fey howled as the thing passed within, and then more and more, foot after foot after knotting lashing writing tongue tentacle forcing its way into her pussy, filling the space and spreading her pussy walls, stretching her with meters of tongue, even as Violet leaned in and mouthed Her pulsing clitoris, wetly and messily suckling on it like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

The instinctual and masterful talent of Violet sent Fey into rapture, suddenly understanding Aeolith's like of Violet extremely and perfectly well. It was like her pussy was an instrument and Violet was playing her to some incredible climax!

Pints and Pints of Fey's juices exploded around Violet's head, even as Violet's stomach pushed outward with Fey's dew, yet the tongue still thrashed! and Fey screamed, her thrusts into the sisters become twice as rough, their pussy walls stimulated to the Nth degree, eliciting such powerful squirting orgasms from the sister that it shot out from under Fey for a dozen feet.

The sensations were all too much for Fey, a now extremely blessed heat, combined with the wonderful feeling of the sister's insides, combined with the insane things Violet was doing to her pussy left Fey in an almost rabid feral state, all she was able to think about was to fuck and breed and mate, to impregnate harder than she ever had before, to make these foolish sisters hers, to make them her fecund broodmares, to make this strange land hers, her territory. An Alpha laying claim with her potency, her virility, as was only natural.

The thought made her thrust even harder, both cocks swelling in girth, veins hardening, sending the sisters to even higher heights, their screams echoing across the valley.

"Fill uuuus!" they screamed. "Sow us with your seeeeed!"

"Oh god! Here it comes!" cried Fey, as her balls hiked up, crashing into her back legs hard enough to make her stumble as she slammed to the base, fully inside of them.

The fence immediately exploded as their wombs ballooned outward, already fighting each other for space.

The combined slickness of the two girls, slathered from head to foot in their own squirt, meant that they slipped and slid over each other, and as their bellies expanded with tens of gallons of jizzum, they were forcible rotated around Fey's lengths eliciting more screams, until Yuki was facing out one side of Fey, and Izuko the other

A moment later their bellies doubled and then tripled in size, crashing to the ground below as a rippling expanding mass of softness, then doubling in size again anchoring each girl in place.

Which gave fey all the leverage she needed to draw back and then thrust once more, her massively powerful she-stallion thighs pounding home against the squealing shrieking sister's rears, and with it an even greater surge of cum.

The sisters thrashed as they became as big as houses, two huge spherical masses sticking out either side of Fey. Not that she cared, she was lost to her heat, lost to pumping as much breeding batter into these needy wombs as she possibly could.

SCHLORK! SKLAAK! SLERRTCH!

She pounded away at the squealing girls, powerful muscles pistoning over and over relentlessly against them, each impact coming with a doubled up surge of ejaculation, ballooning their eager wombs out further.

"Oh gawwdd!!" wailed Fey as her loads just kept coming, each bigger than the last, the cum bellies either side of her growing and growing until they pressed at her sides, and around, until she couldn't see the sun and all was the roar of cum churning through their bellies and the growl of her balls as she pumped more and more and more into them, their bodies growing outward, rolling across the wheat, filling field after field with their mass, yet still Fey came, the blessed heat demanded it, her cocks piling on more girth to allow more cum through at once, blasting jets of cum into the lakes of girl either side of her.

It just seemed to get worse, her balls getting bigger with each thrust, more and more jizz, lakes and lakes of sperm being forced inside of these sisters, their frantic howls beneath growing ever louder as their bodies went mad, each powerful surge of cum accompanied with an ever more powerful orgasm.

Yet Fey only felt hornier, thrusting harder, faster, fucking them while cumming non-stop, desperately unloading all she had to give. They wouldn't just be pregnant after this, they would be pregnant 2.0, a new kind of pregnancy, an evolution of pregnancy.

Their voices reach a crescendo, Fey and the sister's voice entwining, becoming the final climax, the village crushed flat in an instant beneath their vastness!

And then it was over.

—

Fey opened her eyes and blinked. Her cheek was weirdly cold and she lifted her head to find she was resting against a damp tree root.

She looked around. No cum filled sisters. No sun filled fields of wheat.

She was back in the gloomy misty forest. Alone.

She sat up quickly, suddenly afraid it had all been a dream.

But no, she sighed in relief as she found Lucy and Violet sleeping atop her.

And not just them, Vivi and Aeolith were cuddled together in the cusp of a hill of tree roots with Kayla and Naomi snuggled between them.

And even better, she found that the wall of the Inari estate was right beside them running through the forest.

Without a moments thought she leapt to her hooves and grabbed the girls from the tree roots, scooping them up into her harms as an alarmed Violet and Lucy clung to her back, and with that she ran up the hill of roots and employing her great strength, she leapt for the wall, forcefully crashing through tree branches without a care, and leaping fully over.

She came down on the other side with a heavy BOOM!

Free.