Chapter 71 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Flora grapples with being overlooked by Fey in addition to her frustrating banishment from her. Determined to take action, she enacts a plan she had been contemplating during the band's last job, and with the help of the Inari, she successfully smuggles a piece of dragon silk onto the estate where the bunny with black market dairy expertise is being held captive.

Once inside the estate, she discovers that the bunny is being held by a pair of dragon sisters. She quickly uses the portal to the city of Bine to gather a selection of next generation 'toys' to trade for the bunny's freedom.

Unfortunately, dragons are notoriously possessive, and Flora is forced to put on a thorough and convincing demonstration of just how high quality the toys are.

Despite the challenge, she manages to escape with the black market bunny, even as the two dragons meet fiery discipline in her wake.

Now, chapter 71:

Fey crashed down on the shaded grass, girls tumbling from her arms and back as she staggered to catch her balance.

She had thankfully escaped, somehow, from whatever that distant place was over the wall, and had returned to Draconica. Not only that, but she realised she had returned successfully as she glanced down at Violet, the fluffy-tailed squirrelkin bouncing up to her feet.

All in all, it had been a successful mission, except for one small flaw that was rapidly becoming apparent: A great and terrible warmth was rising within her core, her skin flushing, her breath coming in pants, her eyes drawn to Violet's body. The squirrelkin had quite a nice body, a very nice body even, one that now Fey was looking, had become markedly more attractive since her transformation.

Alluring was an understatement.

Thump.

Her cock slapped up against her barrel, interrupting the other's chatter with the sound.

Fey let out a whimper. This was not good! She needed- She needed to be inside someone! Her heat hadn't been subdued by leaving the Yako's estate, it was still there!

And worse, she was surrounded by girls and none of them understood! None of them realised!

Well, not all of them.

Lucy stepped forward, her chest puffed out and her hands on her hips.

"I volunteer as tribute!"

The others froze hearing this. Then found their eyes drawn toward Fey. The centaur looked to be in an agitated state, as if her raging erection wasn't clue enough.

"I realise it will be very difficult to quell Fey's heat, but it's a sacrifice I am willing to make. It's okay if you all step back on this one, I will be taking this one for the team. Me and Fey. Alone."

"...Hey!" said Kayla after a moment, releasing what the teenager was trying to pull. "You can't just hog her all for yourself!"

Lucy wiped her brow and sighed, "I know it is a great task, and it will weigh heavy on me, but I cannot let you all shoulder such a burden, thus I—"

Vivi coughed politely into her fist.

"You know, I did bring along the anti-heat potions."

"Ohgoddamit," said Lucy, turning away in a strop.

Fey found herself more than a little thankful to her past self for thinking to bring along the experienced and sensible Vivi. She snatched the small vial that the fox girl offered up to her and downed it.

"I thought something like this might happen so I bought the last of the anti-heat potions with me." she said, opening a small pouch to show the rest, a collection of four small vials.

Fey barely noticed, too busy letting out a shudder of relief as the intense heat within her was soothed and subdued.

She somehow doubted Lucy would have been able to handle her in such a state, or all of them here put together for that matter. The potency of her heat was genuinely frightening now that it had been freaking blessed by the Yako! In fact, even when suppressed now, she felt all tingly, her pussy quivering wet, erection rock hard. She slowly managed to calm her breathing, her heartbeat slowing.

Still, the anti-heat potion was barely enough! The sexual tension within her was so strong!

Vivi tapped her chin as she looked up at her lover.

"Let me guess. The Yako?"

Fey nodded shakily.

Vivi hummed thoughtfully and then reached down beside the evil sword scabbarded on her hip, down to a cylinder hung below it wrapped in cloth. With one smooth motion, she unfurled the object and revealed what was inside. A Fey dildo, one of the dildos that Lucy had brought with her from Bine. Three feet and eight inches of bright pink rubber.

Fey's eyes snapped onto it. She had no choice, not like this. In a flash, she flung her hips around, spinning on the spot and turning her rear to Vivi even as she flagged her tail in the air, revealing her swollen pussy to all. "Go! Quickly! Put it inside meeeee!"

Vivi blinked, but then rising to the occasion, stepped forward and hefted the dildo.

With one smooth motion, she pushed it between Fey's thick lips, spreading her pussy with a dildo modelled on her own cock.

"Uhnffffff!" moaned Fey in one long eyelid-fluttering groan as foot after foot of dildo was eased between her vaginal walls, the middle ring scraping at her in the most wonderful way, until with one final jerk, Vivi slammed the base home, the wide thing plugging Fey's puss fully and entirely.

A shudder of relief rolled through Fey's body as she was filled with her own dildo, her pussy clenching down on it with incredibly powerful muscles for a moment before releasing, and with it Fey let out a weak little sigh.

So much better. With this, she could actually handle the heat again.

But still, those damned Yako! What the hell had they done to her?

Speaking of which.

Fey looked around at the group of girls. "Did any of you see the Yako? Or was it just us?"

Kayla nodded slowly as if recalling something half remembered, "Mine was a male, he was tall and had a big fluffy tail. He said that people no longer came to his island to be blessed anymore, so he gave all of it to me."

Fey stared. Just what was it that they had stumbled upon over the Inari's wall? The Yako's estate was either a mass hallucination... or something else.

Kayla continued with her story. "He said that there wasn't really anything left to use his blessing on as everybody had left his island, so he gave it to me."

Vivi nodded idly. "The old Yako on the mountain said that I could become much more preggers with her blessing." She shrugged. "So I said sure, go for it, sounds like fun."

"She told me that she would only give me her blessing if I gave up on Fey for the Menagerie. Hah! Fat chance!" scoffed Naomi. "So I told her to go stuff it. She didn't like that very much and threw me out the temple window."

The group turned to the angel, the last. She had her arms crossed. "What? You think I wouldn't accept a fertility blessing from a deity? Those things are freaking valuable! The other angels are going to just shit themselves with jealousy when they hear about this hah! Oh, the things I could trade it for, you have no idea!"

Fey tilted her head, unsure of what she had just heard. "Did you just say... deity?"

"What? Couldn't you tell? Hmpph. Well, I suppose they were pretty unimpressive for gods of the land. Too bad really, it must have been quite a cataclysm to kill or scare off all their little villages."

"You have no idea," muttered Naomi.

"What's that?" said Aeolith. But the Inari girl didn't reply.

Despite the messy process, Fey was quite pleased with the result. She had set out to retrieve Violet and had done so successfully, the slightly mad squirrelkin was now safe and sound so she could receive proper treatment for her vampire-succubism.

"Lonely deities aside, now that she is back, I will need to spend a session or two more with the patient. These events have put a strain on her and she needs, uh, healing sooner rather than later," said Aeolith.

Violet smiled hearing this, and extended an extremely long tongue from her mouth, looping her tongue back on itself and forming a neat bow out of it, almost tentacle-like, all while looking over the angel with half-lidded eyes. Aeolith blushed a deep red and tried her best to ignore the suggestive gesture.

Fey wasn't one to leave people's health to chance, especially when it came to Violet's delicate state. She needed to be properly healed. She didn't want to risk losing her to mindless vampirism again…

They emerged from the small cluster of trees and back into the Inari estate proper. There was no one to greet them apart from thousands of Feytaurs who hadn't even noticed they had left. Fey wondered about the whereabouts of the maid from the Adventurer's Guild and her friends, but they were nowhere to be found. Neither was the sunbathing otter feytaur she had noticed previously, or Naomi's sisters for that matter. As a result, there was little left to do except to bid farewell to Naomi and head back to the adventuring guild.

Fey was a touch worried about just what she would find at the AG. She had left the thoroughly impregnated and increasingly fecund griffin girls to their own devices after all. Thankfully, they hadn't grown so large they were bursting from the walls, but perhaps that was because most of them had already left. Only eight of the nineteen girls were left in the great hall, the others had apparently already left before they became too large.

While this might have been fine, it didn't change the fact that the remaining girls were still steadily growing larger. A waving hand caught Fey's eye from just around the edge of an enormous pregnancy that was nearing the ceiling. Fey smiled to see Ellaria, trotting over to report to her captain.

—

Flora alighted gently on the step before the grand entrance to the Adventurer's Guild, a very flustered and wind swept black market bunny girl coming down clumsily beside her.

Flora appeared a little different than when she had been at the AG. For one, she had acquired a change of clothes. Messily squirting through her shorts and panties one too many times had left her fed up with the dampness. Thus, when she had returned the Inari sisters to their estate, they had been happy to supply her with a spare pair of their own clothes, something that worked out nicely as they were a similar size to her.

They had called it a 'kemono' and Flora could admit it looked quite nice.

The thing was pink and white and patterned with pink blossoms, a match to her hair, and was cut short, very very short, the hem draping only a third of the way down her thigh, barely enough to hide her pussy from view, and even more barely able to hide the base of the thick black dildo spreading her lower lips.

She hadn't been able to wait for Fey. While getting changed at the Inari's estate, she felt like she was going to explode with horniness, and the only thing that had prevented her from said exploding was plugging her pussy with one of the new dildos made by Sarah. That had helped a lot to calm herself down. The new dildos really were quite good, and with the silk wrap over her midriff, it was impossible to know she was filled with such a thing unless someone glanced beneath the hem of her kimono.

She had taken to calling them generation 2 Fey dildos as they were such a step up from any that had come before.

That said, she had been forced to turn off the vibration. Writhing around on the floor making a wet mess all over her bare legs wasn't very productive, or in line with her goals. Her goals were much too important, which were specifically a certain centaur, a certain centaur she could currently see in the guild hall.

Admittedly it was a little tricky to see her as approximately half of the guild hall was now nothing but heavily pregnant griffin bellies. Nevertheless, the adventurers had stubbornly held onto their remaining non-griffin territory, cramming together the tables in the remaining free space between them as they raucously drank and ate, trying their best to ignore the rising tide of pregnancy that surrounded them on all sides. Flora wondered for how much longer they could ignore it; all eight of the girls now had pregnancies that reached the ceiling and were spilling out in every direction, gobbling up space for ever more eggs. Fey was amongst the packed in crowd, having clearly arrived back from the estate some time ago. She was sitting on the floor side-on to a table, which at her size was a surprisingly convenient way to sit.

It also made a surprisingly convenient bench and Aeolith, Violet, and Lucy were sitting along her back. An efficient use of space, and a necessity as real estate was becoming scarce.

Of course, the most important part was Fey. The gorgeous centaur girl was completely unaware that Flora's eyes were roving over her body, drinking her in like liquid eye candy.

Flora could appreciate every bit of her, from her innocent and pretty face, to her flowing yellow-blonde hair, to her staggering breasts in a blouse so small that she had the world's largest under boobage, then down over her trim front and flared hips, down to the transitioning V of her powerful horsey lower body, rippling with slabs of muscle designed for god-like thrusting skill.

All in all it was a body built for destroying girls, making utter ruin of pussy, and leaving any girl begging for more.

Flora bit her lip.

She was unbanned, and Fey was now all hers.

She shivered at the thought. The graphic things she would do to this centaur! Uhnff!!

Without preamble, and leaving a few drips of her lubricant in a trail behind her, she shot across the room, flitting between the merrymaking adventurers as they swung tankards of beer into the air. She didn't care, she had a target, and like an eagle swooping down on its prey, she shot below the table Fey was sitting at, diving down between a startled Ellaria and Lily.

There was space underneath the circular table as it was quite large, and the band's knees faced toward her, space enough for Fey too, and the girls sitting on her, their legs dangling over her barrel and not reaching the ground.

She was momentarily distracted by the sight of a tongue that emerged from beneath Violet's blouse. The thing wound down her thigh before crossing over to Aeolith's thigh, winding back up said thigh, and slipping below the angel's skirt.

Flora narrowed her eyes. Angelic treatment huh? Well, not that she couldn't appreciate such a thing, with the way that tongue was squirming and pistoning in and out it looked like some pretty intense treatment, treatment that the angel and not the squirrelkin was responding to as her hips squirmed and her thighs squeezed together.

…Perhaps she could look into trying some of this treatment at some point…

But that was not what she was here!

Fey was why she was here! and most importantly, her cock, which rested heavily against the floor, a monster of a thing. Flora's eyes fell upon it like a wild animal, it was a dick so much more impressive than any other, such a magnificent thing. She couldn't believe that she had actually experienced it, held it, tasted it, felt its power, her mind reeled with excitement, hungry to feel it inside her once more.

The dick had grown larger since Flora had last taken it, more girth, more length, more size to stretch her wide open and fill her up. She wanted it deep within her, filling her full, stretching her, making her cum her brains out.

She couldn't resist any longer, she had to touch it.

"Oh my gods," breathed Flora. "I've been dreaming of this moment every freaking night…!"

The anticipation had made it so much MORE.

She reached out and ran her small hands over the nobbled tip of the cock as broad as a plate, feeling the gentle curve of it against her palms. It was so much bigger and better than any other cock, like really. It wasn't even a question, if there was such a thing as a soulmate, then perhaps there was such a thing as a genitalsmate too, in which case her pussy knew this was the cock for her, nothing else came even remotely close.

Flora stroked, then ran her fingers along the side, brushing over the bumps and lines of the veiny shaft, seeing how each ridge made a pattern against her fingertips, it pulsed in response and became stiffer.

She could feel herself responding too, getting wetter and wetter, her pussy quivering in anticipation. She wanted to be filled, wanted to feel this massive cock stretching her pussy out ever further, a shaky whimper escaping her trembling lips as her excitement grew, her face nearing the surface, nostrils flaring as she drew in the heavy musky scent of centaur dick. She neeeeeeded it!

She drew her head back, her cheeks flushed red, her chest heaving, panting.

She was getting close to orgasm just from this, just from being near, she could tell. Her body was so sensitive, she felt like it was swelling up. The cock was so warm in her hands, she could feel it pulsating, her heart beating faster, her breath catching as she felt something change, a tingle running through her.

Then it happened, she came, hard. Flora jerked reflexively and let out a cry of pleasure as climax overtook her, her legs tensing up and her hips thrusting forwards. She squeezed her thighs together tightly as her puss clamped around the dildo still within her, trying to hold on, but the powerful orgasm swept her away and soon she was shuddering, trembling, moaning, her eyes closed and head thrown back, her tongue lolling out as her eyelids fluttered.

"Ohh furck!" she breathed, having to grab hold of Fey's dick just to remain steady as her legs writhed together.

A wash of her steaming juices rolled down her bare thighs to drip from her toes.

This was the problem with being starved for dick for so long! She was on a freaking hair trigger!

She couldn't hold back any longer, she needed this thing inside of her. Right NOW.

Only, it would take far too long to remove the dildo, so obviously she had to take the other option.

Without preamble she grabbed hold of the cock with her power, angled it up, opened her mouth wide, and thrust herself onto the thing. It seemed an impossible fit, yet with the gifted elasticity, and her own immense magical force, she  was able to take it, her lips going thin as they stretched around the hard girth, and her neck distending massively as dick poured down her throat, the bumps and veins scraping along her insides as she speared herself, only stopping when her lips crashed up against the medial ring. It was a lot of dick, but still her stomach remained mostly flat, the silk hiding all.

The intensity of it, the body dominating mass, it was too much, and with a muffled cross-eyed squeal her legs spread and a powerful jetting squirt shot from beneath her kimono, a hot spray that shot under the table and all over Vivi's legs soaking through her fur and eliciting a "What the hell!"

Flora didn't care, she was a girl lost to dick. She wrapped her arms around the immense shaft and began to suck, sliding her lips along the massive girth, taking it deeper, deeper, her jaws stretching wider, neck distending, until with a slop the medial ring slipped past her lips too.

She only sucked harder, saliva dribbling down her chin, her cheeks bulging.

She couldn't help herself, she wanted it, she needed it, it was so much better than any dildo or any male, so much bigger, thicker, longer, just better! She was going to make Fey cum, she was going to show her how good she could do things, how much she belonged to this dick.

She worked her jaw, moving her head back and forth, her lips stretched around the huge cock, tongue working to move more and more of the cock into her mouth, practically gobbling down dick, until she was reachign the base, where the musk was most intense and her head was swimming with raw sensation.

Then suddenly she felt it, a pulse, the cock twitched in her mouth, alive.

She didn't stop. She was determined now, she wanted to finish it, she wanted to give the best oral ever, the best she could manage. She pulled her head back until the cock was only inches from her lips, then plunged down again, thrusting her entire body along four feet and four inches of horse dick, using herself as nothing but a cock sleeve, a toy to pleasure her lover.

Fey's gasp from above only encouraged her.

The cock stiffened, getting even closer. She pumped her hands over her head, rubbing her thumbs against the sensitive spots. She wanted to taste Fey's seed, she wanted to feel it inside her, it had been too long and her thirst too great.

The cock twitched hard once more, and then, it erupted, cum exploding down her throat, thick ropes of milky white fluid jetting from the tip and directly into her stomach. It wasn't visible, but the sensation of her stomach ballooning against her womb was enough to make her scream and squirt.

Yet despite the intense pleasure of being so used, Flora did not let it dissuade her, she continued sucking, still bobbing her body back and forth, trying to get all of the cum, every last drop, she wanted it all, she wanted all of Fey to herself.

She moaned helplessly into the base going completely cross eyed, eyelids fluttering as uncountable gallons flowed down the shaft and her throat and was unleashed directly into her belly.

More and more and more until her stomach couldn't expand fast enough to take it and the seed was backing up!

With a choked moan of alarm cum began to escape from around her lips in violent squirts, thin lines of white shooting under the table under the chairs, splashing up against boots and shoes and legs of those around, cries of surprise coming from above, including from the black market bunny who had made her way over to the table. "Wh-what the hell is this stuff? Why is it sticky?!"

Not good, she hardly wanted to be interrupted, she had more than just a blowjob planned!

With difficulty she clamped down, slowly cutting off the spouts of seed until both her and Fey went limp, the last spurt shooting into her stomach in a satisfying lurch.

Flora signed around the cock. Really, this was a very productive centaur. And she loved every bit of her for it.

It was also a productivity that would be very necessary if Fey was going to possibly sate Flora's built up thirst, this was nothing, just an appetiser really, she was going to drain Fey dry until there was nothing left and then keep going until her balls were raisins.

The hunger for Fey's cum was a beast within her that just snarled for more and more and—

Ellaria leaned down from her chair and peered below the table.

"Flora!" she whisper-hissed, "What are you doing?! What is this mess?!"

Flora blinked, the cock coma she was in lifting. She put her hands in the air, palms up, still speared on cock.

"Mhhhgfgh, mhhfggm, mmmhmm!"

"I don't care if you are unbanned and horny, this can wait! Now would you kindly stop and tell me how you retrieved the black market bunny? I saw so few ways myself, and none of them without risk, that i find it hard to believe that you simply waltzed onto the estate and skipped back out with her in tow."

"Mhhhmhm mhhfmg, mrgh!!"

Ellaria looked as if she had just unexpectedly bitten into a lemon hearing Flora's answer, a kind of startled horror appearing on her face.

"Y-you did that-"

"MhMM!"

"Y-you took that silk that is made from… something, and you took it onto the estate of dragons?"

Flora pulled back, feet of horse dick pulling from her stretched out reddened lips with an obscene shlurking sucking sound and a wash of horse cum that splattered over the already puddled floorboards.

Her mouth slipped over the broad tip with a schl-pop! And she floated up and out from under the table, floating down besides Ellaria.

"Yep! It was easy!" beamed Flora, contentedly wiping at her cum plastered face with a napkin, a satisfied gnome girl. She let out a burp, and a bubble of cum momentarily appeared at her lips.

Ellaria remained silent.

"Is something wrong?"

Ellaria opened her mouth, closed it, clasped her hands together in front of her lips, and blinked rapidly as though trying to think of the right thing to say. Then, coming to a conclusion, she reached down and pinched Flora's ear.

"Ow! Hey, what the fuck!"

Without preamble, she dragged the gnome off to the side and into a private booth away from the others.

"When I say think with your head instead of your pussy for once, Flora, I also meant use it carefully and thoughtfully!" she hissed.

Flora rubbed her ear and glared at her captain, still unsure of what she was being chastised for.

"What's the problem? I retrieved the bunny girl and now we can sell our milk without the dairy guilds knowing. Easy."

"The problem is that dragons take extreme exception to anything that is made out of their bodies."

"What are you talking about? I didn't— oh fuck, don't tell me."

Ellaria nodded. "That silk, it was crafted from the bodies of one thousand dead dragons. If any of them find out we possess such a thing, they will all come together and glass us and everything in a one-mile radius with endless dragon fire until there is nothing but a perfectly flat plain."

Flora's expression dropped from victorious exuberance to one of pure dismay as she realised just how close she had come to being in the deepest shit imaginable.

And then her expression dropped even further as she realised something worse. She had snuck the scrap of dragon silk onto the dragon's estate, and that said scrap of dragon silk was currently still inside the estate as there had been no way to remove it.

Just an innocent little scrap of cloth just sitting there in one of the vents. Something so innocuous, but could cause them so many problems

Ellaria sighed as she looked down at her, for once, stunned to silence bandmate.

"It may not be a complete disaster yet. They may not find the piece of silk, and if they do, they may not realise what it is. It would probably require some kind of specialist diagnosis from a mage to know what it's made from." She said hopefully.

But even speaking it aloud sounded like an irresponsible thing. If it was discovered, then it was possible its properties would be discovered too, a maid or butler of the estate falling through into the dragon silk cave would be a pretty subtle indication that it wasn't just 'silk'.

Which would lead to questions.

Questions like 'how did this small bit of clearly magic fabric end up in my ventilation system?' And 'what is this place it leads too with giant boobs lying around' Which led inevitably to more investigation and eventually perhaps, a specialist diagnosis of what it was made from… and, well, things went downhill from there really.

"You're sure?" asked Flora quietly after a moment.

Ellaria hesitantly shook her head.

"No. It's… bad."

"Then why didn't you say something earlier!?" demanded Flora angrily, her fists at her side as she stood on the bench.

"The less who know the better. Would you have told anyone?... Okay, old you definitely would have blabbered, but would you do that now you have learned a little Elvish Discipline?"

Flora scowled, but she already knew the answer to that.

"Fine. But this isn't just on me, you could have trusted me, you're responsible too."

"Would you have trusted you? Really?"

"...No… But still, it's not my fault! And- And there's no way you can ban me for this! I just got her cock back!"

Ellaria frowned. "Nevertheless, you screwed up, and thus must take the appropriate punishment. Consider it a suspension. A few days."

Flora let out an agonised groan and flopped back against the bench.

"I only got a taste, I think my pussy is gonna shrivel up and die from withdrawals if this goes on," she mumbled.

Ellaria rolled her eyes.

"If I have the self discipline to manage without it then so can you."

Flora glared over her breasts at her. "Yeah, but you're you, and I am not you, and I need dick."

"No, you want dick, not need. And look, you have a dildo anyway."

"S'not the same." she muttered darkly.

"You can deal with it. Now come, since you are suspended, again, you don't have any distractions, and so can help with the project."

Flora struggled to sit up, her legs kicking.

"What project?"

"The one to make us lots and lots of money so that Fey can have her soul properly diagnosed for her own safety. The project where we actually put to use all our excess and valuable milk by selling it, selling it away from the eyes of the dairy guilds."

"Oh." said Flora, deflating a little.

"Not 'Oh', this is very important." she paused, "Plus I am sure a proper and effective milking device could be quite… pleasurable."

Flora thought back to the two dragon sisters going to town on her breasts. It had felt quite nice… very nice… very very nice.

Okay maybe the elf had a point.

"Okay maybe you have a point."

"I do, now follow me."

They returned from the private booth to discover the griffin girls had become larger still and the merry making adventurers were really starting to struggle with the limited amount of room left to them.

But more important than that.

Fey was gone.

Flora stared at the now empty spot where the centaur had been.

"What happened?" Ellaria asked.

"She kind of overheard you talking about dragons," said Kayla scratching her cheek. "She ran away as soon as she could, taking Lucy, Violet, and the angel person with her."

Ellaria frowned. "It's… fine for now. There are more pressing matters at hand and Fey is a big centaur, she can look after herself."

"It's not her I'm worried about," Lily mumbled.

But Ellaria was already turning to look at the white-furred bunny girl who was standing awkwardly to one side.

"Hey," said the bunny.

"You're in a lot of trouble," said Ellaria, taking a step toward her. "There's no getting away, and if you try, I'll march you to the doorstep of the nearest dairy guild. I'm sure they'd love to know what kind of business you're involved in."

"Please don't even suggest that! They would do things to me that you can't imagine!"

"It wasn't a suggestion. You will do as I command or suffer the consequences. Now, give me your name."

The bunny girl licked her lips, nervous. "It's Laura."

"Your real name?"

She hesitated, then nodded. "Yes?"

"I don't believe you, but I suppose it will do. Now, to make you understand what I desire, imagine a dairy akin to the one you were providing illegal equipment to, except imagine the cowkins are far larger-chested."

Laura scratched her cheek, a slight professional interest coming across her face.

"How much bigger are we talking?"

"Building-size breasts, each," Ellaria said.

Laura made a sceptical face. "That sounds unlikely to be real, but I suppose I can only cater to the customers' desires. In such a theoretical case, I would need some of the highest-end enchanted nozzles on the market, the sort that can expand in size to fit any nipple, no matter how large, and have effectively no flow limit."

"Speaking of flow limit, there's also the matter of sheer production, which will be a lot more than you would expect, even at that size," Ellaria said.

Laura nodded. "That's the easy part. There are single pumps that can service entire stables of ladies. One of those should be able to handle one of your described, uh, size."

Ellaria nibbled her lip. "To be on the safe side, it had best be the most powerful of those pumps."

"Quite. But the pumps alone are a problem, as the only reason someone would need such things is to service hundreds of females, something that will surely eventually make its way to the dairy guilds' ears… meaning wherever this dairy is, it needs to be very well hidden." The bun paused then sighed, glancing at the silk wrapped around Lily's rounded stomach. "I don't suppose I have to guess where that might be."

"No, you don't, nor do you need to think about it as it's no longer your concern after what you did. Band on me! We have work to do."

She turned, ready to march out of the guild and get things done, only to be confronted by a wall of pure white fur. As they had been speaking, the masses of two pregnant griffin girls had grown and expanded to such a degree that they were now pressing together, blocking the way out. In fact, as she turned, she realised that they had become trapped in an island of space amongst the griffin girls.

She sighed.

"Really, I told them to leave well before it was too late to fit through the door. It's a good thing Stormnail is friends with the guildmasters and got the okay for this. Flora, you have full permission… careful permission, to free these eight."

Flora downed a nearby beer and turned to the overshadowing walls of bellies, cracking her knuckles in the same motion.

"Don't mind if I do."

Removing such mass from the confines of the building was something that would of course require extreme magical power, which was something Flora had in spades, and second, a lot of grace and dexterity, which was something Flora had in teaspoons.

With a terrible sound of hundreds of nails ripping free from timber, the roof above started to shift and then move quite quickly, disintegrating into sections as Flora literally raised the roof as she too rose up into the air. With her came the eight pregnant griffin girls to the relief of those pinned beneath their growing pregnancies, and the rest of the band too.

The griffin girls cheered as they were once more treated to flight, their wings flapping madly and extra pointlessly due to their sheer weight as they were lifted free from the guild hall even as the roof clumsily reassembled beneath.

Ellaria frowned down at it as she floated by. A lot of tiles were just straight up missing. There would be leaks, but the guild would just have to deal with it, and if they couldn't, well that was Stormnail's problem.

From above, it was easy to see just how extensive the guild complex truly was. The entire row of massive buildings down one side of the street was all part of it, including sky bridges that crossed over to even more guild-owned buildings on the other side.

But that wasn't their goal, their goal was the guild's training grounds, an extensive parkland behind the main hall that was walled off from the rest of the city. A place where the guild kept something the general public were better off not thinking too much about: wild monsters.

Flora alighted on the grassy field amongst the eleven other griffin girls that were already there, including Stormnail, the largest of them all.

Behind her, the dozen other griffin girls came down to earth with a soft series of bass booms.

"Ah, excellent," said Stormnail. Or at least, Flora assumed it was Stormnail, she couldn't see her behind the vast sixty-foot sphere of a belly.

But then she didn't have to wait long to see. With a slow pendulous motion, the insane mass began to move, and then move fast. The huge pregnancy swung around and crashed into Sweetpea, the two vast bellies impacting with a rippling boom. And then Stormnail's, being the larger, sent a screaming Sweetpea rolling across the field to violently flatten a nearby patch of trees.

Flora blinked in surprise as she found Stormnail with all four of her hands on her hips, casually swinging around her sixty-foot pregnancy as if it was nothing, just casually sliding it across the long grass.

Ellaria hummed thoughtfully as she looked over her immensity. "It's as I suspected. Your species' strength scales based on your own body weight."

Stormnail brushed a loose feather into place on her head with a confident smirk. "True, although I had not realised that would include this,' she gestured with a spare hand at her vast pregnancy. 'I thought our adventuring days were over for the foreseeable future... But perhaps not."

Flora boggled at her. "You want to go adventuring like this??"

Stormnail didn't reply, merely holding up a stone, a spherical stone the size of an apple.

She smiled, and then she formed a fist in a sudden, violent motion.

With an audible crack-crunch, the stone split and then crushed beneath her fingers.

By the time she opened her hand, the stone was mostly gravel and powder.

The band stared at her.

"We all can do such things now, even our healers." She patted her enormous pregnancy fondly, "All thanks to this. Just think how many times heavier this is than my normal body, and then use that as a multiplier on my normal ability. That might give you some idea of just what we have become."

Kayla and Lily stared open-mouthed at the griffin girl, then up at the hill that was her pregnancy, a pregnancy that was still slowly growing larger in real time.

Ellara put a hand on her hip. "I can admittedly see that there is… an advantage here for you, something any adventurer would be remiss not to take advantage of."

Stormnail nodded, then her expression became more serious. "Especially as we have been demoted to silver rank. Well, effectively demoted, technically we are no longer the Lead Feathers. We are a whole new band, the Stormfeathers, and any band I am captain of, I refuse to leave as silver for long."

"You were lucky you weren't made bronze rank, and are even allowed to take jobs worthy of ranking up."

Stormnail shrugged and looked a little embarrassed. "I have some allies in the higher ups, allies who are… understanding of our situation. Olanelis rubbed more than a few feathers the wrong way over the years."

She turned to Flora. "Speaking of allies, I am humble enough to know when I need aid."

Flora blinked. She was being asked for help by Stormnail?

"Wait, let me guess, you want to be airlifted out of the city?"

"Well… yes. It is a touch problematic to fit through some of the narrower streets, so it would be a huge help to us. Don't worry, once you set us down outside, we are good to go."

Flora made a face. She wasn't a taxi service, or a horse to be ridden, yet seeing the hopeful and eager expressions of the griffin girls, eager to prove themselves as adventurers and rank up, practically begging her with their eyes to fly them out…

"Okay fine! Just stop looking at me like that, gods above!"

A cheer erupted from the griffin girls, and various whoops of excitement.

Flora glowered as Ellaria gave her a captainy approving look.

It didn't take long to do as asked, and after a few moments to grab their things, the griffin girls were ready, and then crying out with excitement as Flora lifted them into the air.

Admittedly, Flora was thankful she didn't have to go far. The sheer amount of mass being lifted was a lot even for her, and she was happy to set them down on the grassy plain outside the city.

The nineteen griffin girls cheerfully waved their goodbyes as they went waddling off across the plain, still growing larger with eggs.

Flora watched them go. Whatever terrifying monster they were hunting was going to have an extremely bad day indeed.

Her pussy twitched, the deep-seated ache for Fey's dick acting up. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it together. Drinking down Fey's load had taken the edge off, and the feeling of the immense amount of cum distending her stomach was very satisfying, but she needed the real deal. She needed to be thoroughly and truly bred, bred so that she made these other girl's pregnancies look like insignificant tiny things. With a sigh, she turned back to the city. Hopefully, getting busy with this project of Ellaria's would take her mind off her thirst.

Flora floated over the city, giving anyone who happened to look up a clear view of her exposed loins under her kimono, and the dildo between her thighs.

It didn't take long for her to find what she was looking for, having followed remembered directions from bunny Laura on where they were headed. She alighted in a back alley as she spotted her band.

A furtive-looking male lupine with scabby fur glanced at her askance from the open doorway.

"I understand that it might seem suspicious, but it doesn't matter. If they just disappear into thin air, then there is nothing for the guild to pin on you," said Laura the bun in full convincing mode, flashing the wolf a winning smile.

"Hmm, yeah? And you'll just keep your mouth shut about me and mine if you're caught? I don't know about that, and who are these people? They look more than a little suspicious." He jabbed out a claw, pointing at Ellaria. "She should be in some high queen's court, or modelling for some noble tailor, yet she's in the getup of some crazy adventurer type. I don't buy it, not one bit," he sniffed.

"If it would convince you, I am quite willing to demonstrate that I am indeed a legitimate adventurer," said Ellaria, as her eyes glowed with flame and sparks began to drift from her moving hair.

"Ahaha, please don't." said Laura. "These are my, ahem, bodyguards. Which, as you can imagine in my line of work, is a necessity. They may not look like much physically—

"Hey! That's… okay, that's accurate," said Lily.

" —But they are all incredibly magically potent. Not even ten squadrons of enforcers could stand up to these adventurers, because, well, they are adventurers, they face monsters, which are obviously way more scary."

"I don't know, you don't know what the guilds are capable of when pushed, they can hire their own adventures or worse," said the wolf.

Flora snorted. "You have no idea who you are talking to, wolf boy. We could crush every single guild in this city by ourselves if it really came to it."

Laura scratched her cheek, "A touch hyperbolic, but I'm not worried at all about the guilds anymore, otherwise I wouldn't be asking this of you. It's quite logical, you see? I wouldn't ask, unless I was absolutely confident we will never be discovered, and can see off any enforcers nosing around."

The wolf scratched at a scab on his nose, but after a moment let out a sigh.

"Very well, but none of this is on me, you get me?"

Laura nodded eagerly as the band shuffled inside.

Flora followed lazily after a moment, drifting through the doorway with her chin resting on her hand as she lazed on her side.

Once inside, however, she sat up.

To say that these pumps look powerful would be an understatement. Massive cast steel blocks ten feet on a side and covered front to top across every square inch with glowing enchantment runes. They looked violently powerful, and high end, and expensive.

"Looks expensive," she mumbled.

"It is fortunate then that the last job was particularly lucrative," said Ellaria, "The Stormfeathers elected to gift us their share of the reward, and a bonus out of their own quite deep pockets, as a thank you for what happened, and that's on top of the bonus the AG gave us for taking care of an anti-mage type monster. We can… more than afford it."

Flora, Lily, and Kayla blinked in surprise.

"They did?"

"Yes, thus we shall be building… the ultimate dairy. I would rather not be reliant on whether Wummy happens to feel like milking anyone on a particular day or not, and besides, something that I learned from the cowkins in Bine: proper technique leads to superior product, and only the best equipment can manage that."

After haggling with the wolf for a while, Ellaria managed to persuade him with a large bag of gold, and they were left alone with the milking machines to do as they pleased.

At first, this meant covering them in sheets to be floated across the city, but when Flora produced a spare piece of dragon silk from her cleavage, it simplified things somewhat.

Laura watched thoughtfully as one by one, the piece of silk was stretched and then pulled down over each pumping machine, making them disappear into thin air.

She seemed to take more interest in their project after that, perhaps for the first time seeing an opportunity for herself. Even dragging the surprised wolf back to haggle for a number of milk storage tanks too.

Their next stop took them to the back of a shop in a wealthy market. The shop was clearly run by a powerful enchantress, the large-breasted cowkin who owned the place was suspicious of their intentions, but had a chip on her shoulder about how the dairy guilds treated her kind. She was persuaded to part with multiple sets of hand-crafted enchanted nozzles that were so filled with magical energy that they constantly vibrated, the air shimmering around their glass surface which was covered from top to bottom in glowing runes.

Finally, they came to their last stop, a much more mundane one, a series of warehouses full of mundane materials.

Flora eyed the nearby stock suspiciously.

"I hope you aren't thinking of what I think you are Ella."

"Oh please, you've seen how much we spent on this, do you really not want to be comfortable too?"

Flora set her lips in a line.

"No, but I'm not some kind of gnome construction worker to be put to work."

A paw came down on her shoulder and she turned her head to find Vivi giving her a wide foxish grin.

"Oh don't worry, you will have plenty of help," she said as a white tentacle merrily waved at her.

Flora let out a groan.

But then there was nothing to be done, and being comfortable did sound nice.

Building materials flowed through the silk in a river of stone and wood and iron and fabric and cushions and paint, and Flora was left under strict instructions to transport the piece of silk back to the Inari's estate once everyone but Flora had passed through. Ellaria clearly did not want a second scrap of the stuff laying around in the city.

Flora did as asked, and after stowing it in one of the bedrooms in the Inari estate, she entered the dragon silk cavern through the main curtain.

Inside she found things in full swing, a swarming army of teddy bears running around like a hive of disturbed ants, carrying planks of wood and buckets of nails and hammers on their shoulders even as a storm of tentacles lashed behind the cabin, enormous chunks of timber being lifted and slammed into place like it was nothing. It was no wonder Vivi had been able to make her cabin in such a short time.

With a resigned sigh, Flora joined in. At least she would be able to make her room the best.

—

Ellaria looked up at her band's creation with her hands on her hips, a small flame of pride in her chest.

Yes, they weren't builders, but being as powerful as they had become, they had simply been able to brute force the damned thing, and brute force it, by a lot. An army of teddybears plus Wummy plus Flora made many things possible.

Safe to say, the resulting Mega Dairy was freaking enormous!

The grand hall alone was a vast thing at four stories tall with a great set of foyer stairs that led to the second floor and their bedrooms. Surrounding the grand hall like spokes on a wheel were great bays and warehouses, vast open spaces with room to be expanded further, and huge amounts of cushions scattered on the ground to take the immense weights that would be resting on them comfortably. Which in Kayla, Lily, and Flora's case, were already doing so, their dragon silk clad breasts resting in their own bays. Flora and Kayla's relatively moderately sized boobs almost seemed small in the vast bays, at least compared to Lily's which filled her bay almost entirely and would clearly need to be expanded soon. The only thing that competed with her immensity was the bay that didn't have a set of breasts in it, but Flora's enormous pregnancy, a huge dome swollen larger by her drinking of Fey's load. Ellaria had asked about Lily's pregnancy, but Vivi had simply shaken her head. There was no way it could be moved from the cave it was in, far too large.

Lily had the largest chest of them all.

That is, unless she was drained.

Hooking up the nozzles turned out to be effortless. That was the nice thing about buying high end, everything had built in ease of use. Flora simply held each nozzle up to an enormous engorged nipple and they smoothly expanded in size to properly and comfortably fit, before neatly clamping onto them, causing Flora, lily and kayla to gasp aloud as cold glass met sensitive nips.

Then came various tubing that led to the pumping sheds, and finally to the storage tanks, the huge glass containers wallowing heavily out in the open. The tanks had come from the same source as the pumps and were equally enchanted with powerful compression spells to take many times their volume in gallons.

Once ready, they returned to the main hall and got comfortable, which was easy as the entire thing had been designed around comfort. The walls were draped with long cream coloured curtains and couches and pillows and chaises littered the ground, all centred on a central shallow bowl that dipped down into the ground and was stuffed full of pillows and comfy things, all brightly lit by glowing crystals clasped in iron braziers, the light they emitted bathing the room in warm daylight like light to the point that it was impossible to know that they were actually in a cave.

The grand hall was designed so that all of them could flop down and relax in the bowl space, and they did so, Kayla belly flopping down onto a pillow five times her size before snuggling down with a sigh. Vivi and even Ellaria did similar, relaxing on their own enormous pillows.

Lily tried, her bears placing her on a pillow. Unfortunately, she was so round, that she immediately rolled off with a yelp.

Flora eyeballed her from where she floated.

"You know you really don't have to stay like that."

"Hwuh?" said Lily flailing beneath her round belly.

Flora rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, before snatching a scrap of silk from her cleavage and taking hold of it with her power. In a flash she made it shoot down and stretched it over top of Lily's belly, snapping it into place over top the already existing silk.

Lily sat up and blinked down at her now once again flat midriff, a double layer of silk on her belly.

"The potential of this stuff is kind of crazy," she mumbled.

"No freaking kidding!" came a voice, and they turned to see Laura perched on the edge of a chaise at the rim of the bowl, "We knew the weird cloth was powerful, but this is on another level, we had no idea you could just rip bits of it off! With this, transporting the milk to my clients from the dairy becomes effortless!" She tried to take a calming breath and failed, her excitement too great. "I didn't think you were telling the truth about the size of your milkers udders, not really, but you were, and with this much potential production? We're going to conquer the market!" She threw her arms up in the air. Agitated, but also excited by what she was seeing.

"Told you you shouldn't have doubted us," hummed Flora as she drifted by. "Now are we going to test these? You know, for Fey? It's her soul on the line here, we're doing this for her."

"Of course" said Ellaria as she plucked up a pair of gently humming milking nozzles from beside her, the things shrunk down to a small size to fit her, a modest tank set nearby or herself. "This hopefully shouldn't take long."

Lily bit her lip. "Are we ready then?

The others wiggled on their pillows, getting comfy

"Go ahead." said Flora, and the teddy bear under Lily's control switched on the pumps.

It took a moment for them to get going, but when they did there was little that Kayla, Lily, and Flora could do but moan and squirm, and in Ellaria's case, the elf lost in her own world of soft noises as the nozzles tugged at her perfect breasts spilling from her blouse.

The nozzles were incredibly pleasurable, which now Flora thought about, was likely the intent to encourage more production.

She allowed herself to fall into the sensation, swiping a hand across the generation two Fey dildo in her puss and gasping aloud as she spread her legs and squirted freely, laying down a wet stain across the pillows as she sprayed from beneath the hem of her kimono.

It felt good, no, it felt amazing - the dual sensation of the nozzles tugging and sucking at her massive nipples, drawing heavy sprays of her cream in a rhythmic milking motion, combined with the thick black dildo her pussy was stretched around, furiously vibrating and sending waves of vibration aimed at her most sensitive bits. Well, it wasn't Fey, but it still felt fucking incredible!

She glanced to the side, seeing the otterkin sister squirming, her small fingers clutching at the cloth around her as her hips bucked up into the air, her body clearly begging to be bred.

"F-Fey!" moaned Lily, saliva rolling down her chin.

It was a little pitiful, and Flora felt strangely sympathetic.

She found herself using her power without thinking, doing something that she would never have bothered with in the past. A dozen of the generation two dildos arose from where she had stowed them in her bedroom and flowed through the air, into the grand dairy hall, down the stairs, and swooped down into the central nest.

"Oh!" cried Kayla as a four-foot-long blue and pink swirled dildo slapped down between her thighs, the head dwarfing her legs. "F-Flora!"

"It's just something you have to experience! Okay? The full package! It's so much closer to the real deal." Without preamble, she grabbed hold of Kayla's sopping shorts with her power and ripped them asunder, the wet cloth tossed aside, revealing her pantyless, exposed gape, pink and quivering with anticipation.

"D-do it!" cried Kayla, and then a moment later screamed as the rubber slammed home, her lower lips spreading around far too much rubber, and then as her flailing thighs brushed against the base, her screaming redoubled as the vibrations began.

It wasn't long before her sister was joining her, the two otterkins drumming their ankles against the pillows as the powerful vibrations made them sing, and then too, Ellaria, the elf, snatched the white dildo offered to her from the air and placed it below her hips before easing herself down onto it with a long, shuddering gasp, like a girl in the desert coming across an oasis.

As the milking continued, Vivi idly watched them. She hadn't joined them, of course, as Wummy had recently milked her and was watching as she sketched her captain bouncing up and down on the dildo distending her abdomen. Even that obscene sight the elf somehow managed to look elegant and fashionable, as if her trim abdomen tenting up between her large breasts being rhythmically pumped for milk was what was in vogue and trendy.

Wummy was slightly less sanguine, and in a rush, she poured from between the fox girl's thighs, causing Vivi to make a few jagged lines on her sketch. She looked down at it with a frown. "We don't make mistakes - we have happy accidents," she muttered darkly.

Wummy didn't notice, the small ball of slime bouncing up onto a pillow and then rising up. In a moment, she had reshaped her body to form her slime girl self, the white slime dress draped around her thighs. She put her hands on her hips and glared at the two who were causing her the most annoyance.

"Is that a fucking slime monster!?" screeched Laura from the side.

Wummy ignored that. The silly girl clearly had no idea that she was more than just a slime monster, she was actually an adventurer slime monster, which was very different. If she knew that, she would definitely not have screamed and instead would have asked for Wummy's autograph. Obviously.

But that was not the source of Wummy's ire. Lily and Kayla were; their incessant moaning and begging for Fey was driving her to distraction.

Fine, if they wanted a centaur, then she would give them a centaur.

"Squee!" she cried in a huff as she squeezed her eyes shut and furrowed her brow in furious concentration. She had become a much more powerful slime girl since Fey had mated with her last, and she had been practising secretly in private.

Slowly, she started to change form. The mass of her legs wobbled before becoming a soft, undefined mass before lurching out backwards. It took a moment for Ellaria to realise just what the slime girl was doing as the mass her dress was draped over took form and she rose up into the air.

Before her eyes a slime girl centaur was taking shape.

The slime girl's transformation seemed difficult at first, as she struggled to get the shape right. Her legs, still wobbly and trembling, grew more solid until they were equine and firm like legs should be. The mass of her body grew more solid, first becoming smooth and sleek before taking on the form of a centaur, with sculpted slime tail and muscles of a horse's legs.

The centaur form was far from Fey's great height. In fact, Wummy the slime girl centaur was very short even for a centaur. Wummy looked over her shoulder and made a cooing sound of appreciation at her own masterpiece.

A cute centaur girl with a slim horse body stood in the middle of the nest, which was really what the grand hall had been designed for. Fey would be at the center of it all, breeding those as needed to increase their milk production ever higher.

A breeding nest.

Wummy wasn't Fey, but she was determined to make the otterkins shut up. With a casual "SQUEE!" tentacles exploded from between her back legs, surging across the ground and then snatching Lily and Kayla into the air, causing the two girls to let out twin screams of surprise. "sQueeE!" Wummy smiled happily. If they wanted Fey, then she was prepared to give them the next best thing.

Two tentacle tips spread open and suctioned to the base of each dildo protruding from each pussy, then drew back, slowly easing the dildos out of the howling otterkins, pulling back the bases until they were pressed up against the base of where a cock might be between Wummy's back legs, making the four foot long dildos effectively her own cocks.

They were so large that they stuck out from between Wummy's front legs by over a foot, the twins held by tentacles at the tips of each.

"Oh gods!" cried out the twins as they clutched at each other, tentacles taking hold of their legs and spreading them wide.

Wummy smiled wider. Yes, they would get what they were begging for and then some! With a gleeful "SQUEEEEEE!!" she thrust her hips forward, pile driving the two vibrating dildos straight back into the otterkin girls in one long motion.

The girls screamed and squirted, and their tasty nectar exploded from between their thighs which Wummy hurried to drink, the fluids absorbing into her tentacles and underside of her barrel as they touched, the deliciousness flowing through her causing her to sigh in delight. Fey's broodmares really did produce the best.

She wondered how much more she could get them to squirt.

She decided to find out.

Lily and Kayla's screams echoed across the grand hall as Wummy's hips became a blur, taking full advantage of her incredible strength to slam-fuck each dildo in and out at break-neck speed, her back horse legs crashing home against the otterkin girls' thighs twice every second as she went berserk on them. "Oh wow," mumbled Ellaria as she idly bounced up and down on her white dildo. Even Vivi had taken to sketching such a sight, giving up on her Ellaria sketch. Laura, for her part, was staring open-mouthed and wide-eyed at the sight in pure shock. Although an unconscious paw was between her thighs moving back and forth at an increasingly rapid pace.

It was hard to look away from the sight of the slim slime centaur going absolutely berserk on the twins, and the mess! Slightly cloudy, clear fluid was exploding from under her barrel with every thrust, tentacles that emerged from her barrel diving down to catch any missed, as not only were the twins milked for their milk, but were milked for their squirting juices as well.

The only issue was, there was effectively no end as there was nothing for Wummy to ejaculate, and the slime monster girl continued to thrust all the way through the entire milking session, and it was only when Vivi waved for attention that she stopped.

With a wet shluurrkk, Kayla and Lily were released and slipped from the dildos, their own body weight dragging them down until they popped off the tips, flopping down on the cushions, completely and entirely limp, and completely and entirely drunk on orgasm.

"I fink I liek wummy's new fhorm," slurred Lily before her head flopped back, tongue lolling from her mouth.