Chapter 72 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: After leaving the Yako estate Fey has her heat quelled at the last possible moment by Vivi who had been thoughtful enough to bring along anti-heat potions and a large rubber dildo. They soon return to the AG with a rescued Violet in tow and make their report to their band captain. Later, Flora arrives at the AG with a rescued black market bunny and seeks out Fey, excited to be free from her ban. Unfortunately for her, she is banned again when Ellaria realises that she left a piece of dragon silk behind on Lord Omnifax's estate, and on top of that Fey leaves out of fright when she overhears talk of dragons.

Defeated, Flora reluctantly helps the remainder of the Lead Feathers, now known as the Storm Feathers, out of the city so they can go on a job, and then helps build the Mega Dairy in the dragon silk cave. During tests of the new dairy Wummy creates a new form for herself, and sees to the needs of those who miss Fey.

Now, Chapter 72:

Fey felt a little awkward as she stepped through the streets of the city. Well, a little more awkward than normal due to her even greater size since coming back from the Jötunn job. Being nine and a half foot tall left her towering over the crowd and a landmark that very few taller species competed with.

It didn't help that Ellaria wasn't with her to keep the curious at bay…

The crowd shifted around her like water as she moved, parted by her body. It felt a lot like being a shark amongst a shoal of fish really. Wary, curious, and horny gazes all tracked her as she passed through the crowd. She did her best to ignore the stares. It wasn't so easy, especially with the trail of girls who had begun following behind, eyes nailed to her balls, rocking and sloshing side to side with her steps below the base of the enormous pink dildo that was currently spreading her and aiding in keeping her heat under wraps.

Trying to distract herself, she glanced over her shoulder at her passengers. She hadn't expected to take them along, but all the talk of utterly terrifying dragons and the sheer alarm on Ellaria's face had given her a minor panic attack. She had fled the guild, completely forgetting that Violet, Lucy, and Aeolith had been using her back as a seat because there had been no room left to sit anywhere in the packed guildhall.

Aeolith was at the back, mostly due to her wings which took up a lot of space. She wore a blouse and short skirt, a skirt that she was holding down firmly with a white-knuckled grip as a long tongue from Violet in front of her writhed beneath it. Fey could feel everything that was being done, of course. Violet's tongue was more like a tentacle than any tongue Fey knew of and was powerfully thrusting and grinding into the angel's softness, producing a lot of wetness that pooled on her back. Not exactly the ideal situation for someone trying to suppress their heat.

The angel seemed to have lost herself to what was being done to her, so much so that she had forgotten that while nobody else had really noticed what was happening, Fey could still feel everything.

Despite her rumbling heat, Fey put up with it. It… was probably part of Violet's treatment… right?

It seemed like a strange way of healing to Fey, but she couldn't deny that it had created excellent results in Violet. So who was she to question a powerful, important, and probably very smart angel's methodology? Maybe this was just how angels did things. Maybe all angel healers had their patients give them oral.

"..."

Either way, it was a small thing to put up with if it would help Violet.

Violet herself seemed quite content. The succubus-vampire-squirrelkin sat in front of the angel with her red tail wrapped around her torso up to her chin, which was a good thing as it hid the small pair of succubus wings that tented out the back of her blouse, and also the ridiculously long tongue that emerged from her mouth and slipped down out of sight below.

Lastly up front was Lucy. The horse-obsessed teenager was as happy as could be, riding Fey and unable to stop smiling from ear to ear as she wiggled her hips on Fey's back. She was well-prepared and wore beige riding leggings (which were a little damp between her thighs) and an equestrian jacket. She beamed up at Fey happily, although with how bright the sun was she had to squint a bit. Just riding Fey was basically Lucy's favourite thing in the entire world (aside from being thoroughly bred), and Fey couldn't help but feel a little pleased that she was making one of her girls very happy with so little.

Her thoughts about being a "taxi service," which was something centaurs generally abhorred, were still there, but one nice thing about being an enormous centaur was that carrying all three girls was nothing to her. She could carry many, many more people if she wanted, and it wouldn't tire her out even if she ran a hundred miles. So, in the end, it was a small thing, even if the sense of indignity still lingered a little bit.

She could appreciate the hips and thighs clenching against her broad back at least.

Aeolith lifted a hand to shade her eyes from the summer sun, but Violet's tongue suddenly lashed, flicking her skirt up and she had to grab it and thrust it back down with a squeak, her cheeks reddening.

"I- I wish to acquire a hat, this sunlight is, hnff, too bright," said Aeolith, as she tried not to rock and grind her hips.

An angel in need of a hat? Fey got the impression that the angel was the academic sort, and it was true it was very bright out, bright enough in fact that Fey had to squint, and she was a plains centaur who was used to that kind of thing.

She followed where the angel was pointing and shifted direction, coming to a halt at a market stall. The rotund man manning it looked up at the enormous centaur who was standing in front of him. His mouth flopped open.

"Y-Yes?" he squeaked.

Aeolith leaned out to the side and looked down at him.

"Yes, you there, I require equipment fit for this wretched heat."

The merchant took in her face and then his gaze rose up to the halo floating above her blonde locks. He blinked, unsure if what he was seeing was actually real.

Not getting any response from the man, and running out of patience, Fey reached out and plucked up a few straw hats, passing them back along to the others on her back, and then finally sorting through and finding the largest hat which she placed on her own head.

She glanced over shoulder to see the other three similarly hatted.

"Much, hnff, better," mumbled Aeolith, now free to hold her skirt down, "G-go ahead Violet, ah!"

The merchant seemed to have recovered somewhat as Fey had picked through the hats and his merchanting instincts had reasserted themselves sensing a potential mark.

"That will be a grand total of twelve silver for some of my finest craftsmanship."

Lucy frowned down at him. "That's outrageous. What do you take us for? Tourists?"

Aeolith flapped her wings a little, catching the merchant's attention.

"I hardly think something as simplistic as metal stamped into circles is of any real value, not when thou standest in the presence of the heavenly. I am Aeolith, Freelance Angel, saviour of the damned and the weak. I have traversed the heavens and descended upon the mortal realm to aid those in need, to bring light to the darkness and hope to the hopeless. My divine touch can soothe even the most severe of ailments, and my unwavering commitment to my patients has brought them back from the brink of death and succubisation. I am a beacon of hope in a world plagued by darkness. Thus by gifting this hat to me you will be aiding one who will spread infinite goodness in this world and is going to become very famous and loved while doing so. Being in my presence is more than payment enough."

She finished with a benevolent flourish, a cocky smile on her lips.

The merchant considered this.

"I'm sure this angel play-pretend with that cheap and tacky looking halo is a great source of happiness for you, but I'll take the coin."

"H-How dare you—!" Aeolith squawked, instantly bristling.

Lucy raised her hand with a defeated sigh. "It's fine. This is certainly a rip-off, but I think we might be, uhm, in a little trouble, Fey. I don't think we have time to haggle…"

As Lucy counted out silver coins, Fey looked over her shoulder, wondering just what she meant. It wasn't hard to figure it out. The group of girls that had been following in Fey's wake had fully caught up and had swelled in number by a lot. In fact, everyone behind her was currently female, filling the street side to side, and every one of them was snatching glances at Fey while barely pretending to be doing something else.

Her cheeks flushed as she saw so many staring at her. So many gazes, and all of them very clearly interested, and increasingly agitated.

Staying in one spot for so long may have been a small mistake. Not only was Fey larger and more noticeable, but she was apparently more attractive than ever to those she caught the attention of.

In fact, as she looked, a small rabbitkin darted forward and brushed her hand over her horse balls, gasping at the heat of them before leaping back. She cradled her warmed hand and stared at it, her eyes sparkling with delight.

That was the last straw and a dozen girls— clearly in heat— suddenly lunged forward, hands reaching and slapping down on each pumpkin sized ball. Gasps and coos of delight filled the air as they stroked and fondled the heated surface, murmuring and exclaiming at their size, eagerly touching them over to make extra sure they were in fact a real, albeit vast, pair of testicles.

Her balls growled in response, the surface shifting as they abruptly swelled larger, putting on two inches of girth and pushing apart the hands touching at them.

The sounds the girls made in response were extremely approving of this development and more girls surged forward, two dozen hands reaching to touch the gurgling groaning balls which were growing larger by the moment. Those who couldn't fit began exploring the rest of Fey, feeling at her muscular thighs and then sides and then diving below to openly stroke her erection.

Fey set her lips in a line. This was the problem with having no intimidating as hell elf to keep the curious and horny at least mostly at bay. It wouldn't be long before tongues would be used and things would only descend into chaos from there, her heat sooner or later unleashed upon countless girls.

In fact, the worst case scenario was an effectively infinite line of girls queuing up to be bred, a whirlpool of femininity in the city that descended down on Fey as more and more curious girls heard of and came to her, an orgy to end all orgies, hundreds of thousands of girls lusting after her in a non-stop chain.

Which was admittedly a very pleasant thought, but it was completely impractical! She couldn't do that! For one she would be trapped for weeks or months! A public breeding stud for public use! She had things to do! And for two, the inevitable trouble doing such a thing would attract…! The church, or worse, dragons.

She let out an involuntary shudder at the thought. If Lady Alexandria had taken an interest then certainly other dragons would too at some point.

It was time to flee.

Again.

With difficulty she started moving, which only made the horde of girls react, seeing their prey trying to escape they surged forward, pressing and pushing in a crush. A few of the smaller girls leapt and grabbed hold of her cock, being pulled along for the ride even as those clinging to her balls began open mouth kissing and licking them, coating her testicles in saliva.

It was fortunate Fey was very strong else the needy horde would certainly have dragged her down with their weight. As it was, she carefully then a little less carefully began trotting, pushing and parting her way through the crowd looking up at her with needy hungry eyes, many calling out for her, offering her a place to stay or pleading for her to soothe their heats.

Fey bit her lip and ploughed on, trying her best to ignore them and her own bubbling heat fighting to free itself from the potion suppressing it, seemingly aware of the sea of fertile wombs that surrounded her.

Aeolith scowled as a teenager climbed up the sides of Fey, trying to get on top of her. With an angelic huff, she thrust out her foot and punted the teenager off the side. They fell back with a cry amongst the churning bodies that whirled around Fey.

"Really, what has gotten into these people?" She paused thoughtfully, then suddenly brightened up, "Oh, is it because of me? Oh! I didn't think word would spread this quickly about my accomplishment! They must have overheard me talking about it!"

She spread her wings and straightened her back proudly, completely oblivious to the girls frantically licking and snogging the pair of balls behind her and the cock below.

"Good people of this city, yes, it is me, Aeolith the Freelance Angel! If you would like an autograph I am available only for those most worthy!"

Fey squinted, wondering what on earth the angel was talking about.

But she had no time to think further as they passed a corner and found a second horde of women who had been lingering there. They took one look at Fey and the crowd of squealing girls going berserk on her body, and they surged forward with a roar, hundreds of them.

Fey paled. While she could certainly keep up strength-wise, she half wondered if she was going to end up physically buried under girls, which would be a problem as she still had to protect her passengers.

With a rush, she jerked to the side, bowling down dozens in the process, and charged forward. Her surprising dexterity allowed her to carefully step between flailing legs and arms, and she shot toward the nearest alleyway.

A howl went up behind her as the mob realised she was getting away and surged after her like a tidal wave.

Fey shot into the alley with girls falling from her body like rain, and hundreds racing after her behind. So many that they momentarily filled and blocked the alley entrance before bursting free, a literal river of girls sprinting after her.

Fey let out a whinny of fright, her plains animal instincts taking over, and fled for her life. Her hooves pounded frantically against the cobblestone as she galloped, splintering and crushing them beneath each hammer-blow hoof strike as she rocketed away.

She was very fast, but the problem with so many being interested in her, was that a large subsection of that large number could also move very quickly too.

Fey glanced over her shoulder to see dozens of rabbitkins, lapines, and catkins running as fast as they could toward her.

She barreled around a corner with one hand slapped down on her head to keep the straw hat in place, and accidentally obliterated a cart. Fragments of shattered wood and cartwheels exploded around her legs as she raced, all three girls on her back also holding their hats down as they bounced wildly up and down against her spine, letting out yelps of alarm, especially loud and pleasured yelps in Aeolith's case.

But no matter how many alleys and side streets Fey ran down, the small fast crowd behind kept up and with ease as she was slower to turn corners than they were due to her sheer inertia. In fact, the crowd appeared to be growing in number. More of the fastest female species of the city sensing something of great value and joining the hunt on instinct.

It came to a head when Fey found herself turning into a dead end, the end of the alley blocked off.

She spun around to find the alley entrance filled from side to side with panting girls, their hair windswept around their heads, yet every one of them looking her over with great interest.

Fey let out a frustrated groan. If she did as they desired it wouldn't be long before the others caught up, and then she would be back at square one, a public orgy without end.

She was on the verge of asking Lucy to double her body up with her skill in the small hope that she could satisfy this group before the rest caught up when the door next to her slammed open, bouncing off the stone wall.

A very tall person stood framed in the doorway. A female leo-kin species of the mountains and plains Fey recognised, and one that instantly made her heart skip a beat. A combination of fear, for this species was the dominant queen of the plains of her home, and attraction, for she was gorgeous in a rough and ruthless kind of way. Her wavy sandy coloured hair was voluminous and full, covering her shoulders and half way down her back, unbrushed, yet artfully laying in a very attractive way. A pair of tufted lion ears perked from the top indicating her species of kin, as well as a lion tail dangling from just above her rear.

She wore a red blouse tied off just below her breasts, exposing a deep cut six-pack as well as the battle scars that criss-crossed her tanned skin there. She wore shorts of a rough canvas material with stylish cuts made in them. Fey did a double-take as her gaze took the shorts in. There was something hanging from the hem that should not have been there.

The eight-foot-tall tanned lioness leo-kin stepped down into the alley and put her hands on her hips.

An aura of intimidating power radiated from her, and the first of the girls stepping toward Fey faltered and came to a stop. The lioness lifted her lip and let out a snarl that was so powerful that it vibrated through Fey's chest and echoed off the alley walls, flashing fangs that looked made for ripping and tearing.

The girls took one look at this, and with a yelp as one, they fled for their lives.

Fey watched them go in disbelief. Apparently there was another like Ellaira who could light mortal fear in others with her sheer presence.

The leokin turned to her.

"Hello Fey."

Fey blinked. She had no idea who this person was, but they apparently knew her by name.

"N-Nice to meet you, and uhm, thank you for saving me."

The lioness nodded knowingly.

"I suppose I don't have to guess what happened and why you were being chased. Convenient that you arrived on my doorstep. We have been looking for you. Come inside quickly before any more follow."

The tall lioness turned on her heel and marched through the door she had entered through.

Apparently, she knew more about Fey than just her name.

Fey dithered. This was a strange lioness, following strange lionesses into strange places sounded like a bad idea!

The howl of a lustful crowd echoed over the rooftops, and Fey realised she didn't have a choice. She hurried forward and ducked down below the door, entering into what was apparently a walled garden, the tall wall she passed through two stories in height.

The lioness closed the door behind with a click.

"Uhm, have we met before?" mumbled Fey as the trio on her back looked at the lioness with polite curiosity.

The lioness looked her over thoughtfully, but then stepped past her and through the trees and foliage of the garden. She gestured for Fey to follow.

"No, we have not. But I have read more than a few things about you. There was this newsletter, you see."

Fey let out an internal groan. Really, she should care more about those blasted things. It was a complete liability... although in this case, it may have just saved her from a very time-consuming fate.

"Newsletter?"

"Yes, one that fell into my lap, a gifted copy from some gnoll friends of mine, some gnoll friends who currently have more children than can be reasonably counted. Impossible children, as they are half-centaur and half-gnoll." She glanced back at Fey with one arched brow.

Fey recalled the wedding after-party she had accidentally gatecrashed after a trip into a dungeon near Bine. It had been the marriage between many female gnolls and one rather stunted and tiny male gnoll. She, of course, had left them, at their insistence, so stuffed full with breeding batter that the inn had collapsed. That had been an expensive scandal for the band. Rebuilding an entire inn did not come cheap.

"I see. Are they, uhm, doing well?"

"Exceptionally well. They are waited on hand and foot by what are some surprisingly well behaved and polite offspring. Quite the happy, if extraordinarily large, family unit."

That did not sound like the Feytaurs Fey knew. If she had asked them to do such a thing, she would have been gifted a mudpie moving at high velocity toward her face.

Were Magic Mog just naturally bad at parenting? First the Inari, and now this?!

Trying to keep on top of the situation, she pushed aside the thought for the moment.

"So you read about me and tracked me down because...?"

"Hmm. A complicated thing to answer. You may have noticed something unusual about me."

Fey had noticed, and as she trotted up beside her, she glanced down to see the unusual thing again.

A cock head as large as an apple was hanging from the hem of her shorts on full display, her shorts wrapped tight around the bulging shape of it, and even peaking through the styled cuts made in her shorts. It was the closest to being 'fully clothed' while still putting her cock on display that was possible.

Truly an outrageous thing for a non-centaur to flash. Leokins were not afforded the same exception that centaurs were from what she had heard, so to do so was an either act of carelessness… or dominance.

And that wasn't even to mention that this lioness was, in fact, a hermaphrodite, a rarity.

Something that presented its own problem to Fey.

"You're a hermaphrodite, so b-before anything happens, you need to know something really really important, that is—"

But before she could finish, they pushed free from the foliage and into a clearing in the middle of the walled garden.

Fey blinked in the bright sunlight, taking in the view.

A large swimming pool was set into the ground, the waters glittering in the summer sunshine as insects buzzed in the foliage around the pool's surrounding paving. Scattered across the paving were over a dozen leo-kin lionesses lazing on sun lounges or on towels, all languidly sunbathing, some with chin on hand reading books, others spread eagled without a care.

Somehow, to Fey's complete lack of surprise, a large white painted wooden frame work had been constructed besides the pool, a frame designed to allow a centaur to mount and breed the one who positioned themselves in it.

"Allow me to introduce what will be your herm harem as our Sigma, and our own Alpha harems. First, there is myself, Roxanne. My own harem is substantial and, of course, the largest. A group of six girls looked up from where they were sunbathing and waved shyly, drinking in Fey's body with interest.

Fey took the view in, and noted that none of these were hermaphrodites. In fact almost all of the girls in view were entirely female with the exception of two.

"Next is Felicity and her slightly smaller harem."

Felicity was a little shorter than Roxanne but more than made up for it in chest and hip size. Inches of an enormously fat cock were visible below the hem of her far too small shorts, which she was practically bursting out of with her hip width.

She lazed on a towel with her girls heaped around her, all of them significantly smaller than she creating a contrast in size difference.

"And finally Carmel, and her harem of… one."

The last herm Fey had thought of as one of the smaller females at first, only a little more than five foot tall, yet with a cock only a few inches shorter than Roxanne and Felicity judging by the amount of it that dangled from her shorts, the monstrous thing so large on her small frame that it nearly reached her knees. She, like the other two herms, was heavily tanned and had hugely voluminous sandy hair that spilled over her shoulders and down her back in the most pleasing way, a cute contrast to the deep sky blue of her eyes.

Both she and the equally tiny girl wearing glasses who made up her harem of one leapt to their feet seeing Fey with a gasp of delight, practically skipping over to her.

"H-Hello!" gasped Carmel. "I— We've read everything, and uhm, c-can we get your autograph please maybe!"

Fey felt more than heard Aeolith crossing her arms in an indignant huff behind her.

She wasn't sure how to respond, giving out autographs? She supposed she could do such a thing, although it was certainly an odd feeling.

But more importantly, if this group had gained access to the infamous newsletter, Fey could guess what they would really want. Fortunately, this was nothing compared to the mob outside, just a handful of girls, and admittedly, she was a little horny. All that licking and touching had left her with a diamond-hard erection which thump-thumped against her barrel, loudly demanding pussy.

However, the herm element threw a huge problem in the gears.

She turned to Roxanne.

"I'm not sure that we—"

"I'm not sure that you are suitable to become our Sigma. I'm sorry to say, but what I have read has not left me impressed at all. In fact, you are highly amateurish at running a harem and clearly have no idea what you are doing. Reading about your exploits was enough to make me blush with second-hand embarrassment in fact. No alpha or sigma leokin would be caught dead treating your harem the way you do."

Fey froze, completely stunned.

"What? Hang on, what?!"

Roxanne nodded. "We didn't come here to ask you to be our sigma; we came here to trial you and see if you are even capable of such a thing."

Fey opened her mouth, found she was lost for words, then closed it again.

Lucy leaned out from the side and glared at Roxanne.

"She is wonderful, and I won't hear otherwise. If you say that about my Fey again, I will...I will be very mad!"

Roxanne gave her a disdainful look. "A hanger-on, I see. Seeking dick by joining an alpha's entourage does not make one part of said alpha's harem. It just makes you a leech."

It was Lucy's turn for her mouth to fall open in wordless outrage.

"I- that's- What the fuck!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.

Behind her, Violet giggled. "You're like a vampire, but for dick."

It wasn't possible for Lucy to become more outraged, but her cheeks went a luminous red.

"Stop saying this stuff! Gods! I love Fey! I do!"

"You mean you love part of her," mused Roxanne.

Lucy looked ready to leap from Fey's back and throttle the Lioness, so Fey put a hand out to block her.

"She's trying to get a rise out of us, I think."

"I'm just telling it like it is. An alpha and their harem are not an article of clothing that you just put on. It is something you work toward, a purest form of group harmony and love that descends directly from ancient primordial times. It is not merely a carnal act like ships passing in the night."

"Okay fine, then if you think I'm so bad at being an 'alpha,' then why are you here?"

"You are not an alpha; I am an alpha. You are, we suspect, a sigma, albeit a very bad one."

Fey looked at her nonplussed, and Roxanne sighed.

"It's like this. Our species of mountain leokin produce lots of female offspring, a few hermaphrodite offspring, and very few males. A pride of leokin consists of a group of herms, each with their own harem, and then that group of herms has their own alpha in the one male of the pride, the sigma who is the alpha of we alphas. We have no sigma. As the years have passed fewer and fewer males have been born and those that are born are often runts like Carmel here. At the same time we herms are more often born larger and harder to satisfy. This has left us with scarce pickings. That lack of a true sigma is something missing in our lives and something other leo-kin herms are simply unable to make up for, it's a constant nagging itch that will not go away without a true sigma."

Fey recalled Ryoka the Chameleokin herm. Her people made a lot of money selling aids to prevent herms outbreeding everything else, but it sounded like the mountain leokin had no need of them in the past for whatever reason, and only now were having problems.

"And... you expect me to take that role? To be your… sigma. I'm not a male you know."

"We suspect that you are so far beyond any herm we have ever heard of that it won't matter. An alpha hermaphrodite leokin is able to tickle the itch, so our theory is that since you are… so much more… you will be able to scratch it, despite not being a male."

Well, that was certainly not going to work, especially when she couldn't control herself from accidentally absorbing the virility of anyone she touched. Any herm wouldn't remain a herm for long if that happened.

Roxanne put a hand on her hip and tilted her head. "But first, I want to see how you perform. You may try your best and I will judge, but I do not expect you will impress. This is highly unorthodox amongst the collective prides for a reason after all."

Fey pursed her lips. Really, they wanted to trial her? Her? She almost felt indignant, and if it weren't for the way her cock was thumping excitedly against her barrel, she might have turned around and left.

"Hah, you have no idea who you are talking to, not really. Some stories in a newsletter tell you nothing of what it's really like to be Feyed," said Lucy from Fey's back. "You will be begging for it on your hands and knees soon enough!"

"Quiet, leech," said Roxanne, eliciting a wordless cry of fury from Lucy.

Fey scratched her cheek with her index.

Maybe... maybe there was something to be learned here through this trial. The idea of seeing how she might get better and so be able to care for and attend to the needs of her harem better didn't sound so bad.

She hesitantly nodded her head. This much? Why not.

"Okay, show me."

Roxanne grinned, flashing sharp feline teeth.

"Perfect. Come, come this way."

She led Fey across the pool paving and stopped below a row of three girls lying out on towels, each of them stark naked and spread-eagled without a care in the world. Members of Roxanne's harem.

She pointed to the one on the left.

"Make Sugar here sing—"

Fey nodded and began readying to start humping her.

"—without using your cock."

She paused.

"You mean with my hands or tongue?"

But Roxanne was already moving, dropping down between the thighs of the girl on the far right. She slammed her mouth up against her cunt and began furiously working at her, causing the girl to moan out loud, her back arching.

Fey looked down at her in confusion, but then, not wanting to be showed up, she sat down. Her barrel came down on the stone paving with a thump as her four-foot-and-four-inch penis angled out to the side.

Lucy, Violet, and Aeolith dismounted and found comfortable spots to watch as part of the audience.

Fey leaned down and took hold of Sugar's thighs, dragging her rear forward and up so that her lower body was lifted and resting on her expansive cleavage.

She had quite an enticing pussy, which made her cock stiffen further, but trying to focus on the task at hand, she brought her slit up to her mouth and lapped at her.

She was good at this! She knew things! She could please her harem with her tongue and totally didn't neglect that by a lot!

The girl groaned and made encouraging sounds as her back arched.

What was slightly less encouraging were the sounds coming from Roxanne's girl, who was making an impressive amount of noise, and that was without Fey's gifted sensitivity!

If she had that sensitivity, Fey knew it wouldn't even be a competition. She would be crushed by Roxanne, the lioness making short work of her with her tongue talent.

As it was, Fey struggled to keep up, relying heavily on instinct and the extra sensitivity to push the girl to a peak.

She couldn't help but keep glancing at Roxanne and what she was doing as she worked. Her girl seemed to be enjoying it so much more. She had a pleasant voice, and the sound of her screams echoed around the pool like music.

Roxanne barely seemed to notice, her eyes closed with concentration as she went down on the pussy before her, grinding and sucking at the girl's slit like she was playing an instrument of all things. The act aroused her, causing inches more herm cock to become visible, sticking from the bottom hem of her shorts.

Fey felt her own cock harden at the sight, but she wasn't about to lose this contest. She leaned down and began licking again. She didn't want to be left behind!

She licked harder, and the girl screamed louder, her legs tensing. Fey took this opportunity to press her mouth up against her cunt and properly tongue-fuck her. The girl writhed in response, moaning, her head thrown back as the large muscle slid in and out.

Fey felt her cock swell further with excitement, but she kept going, eager to make her girl sing.

And she succeeded.

The girl's back arched and she screamed, her body shaking.

Fey finished with a flourish, but Roxanne's girl was still crying out, her voice high-pitched and desperate.

The tongue techniques being used by Roxanne Fey couldn't even pretend to understand, and she was left furiously trying to think of how to get what she could out of a girl using her tongue as she could with her cock.

At some point she had acquired a certain amount of pride in her ability to produce orgasmic joy, that she was being shown up rubbed her the wrong way.

Fey looked back at Sugar, who was trembling with pleasure, but not nearly enough.

Fey was about to go for another lick when Roxanne paused, her eyes opening.

She smiled, and then she thrust her mouth against her girl's snatch, feline teeth riding over clit as tongue parted her folds. She expertly pushed her girl over the edge, eliciting a deafening scream.

Fey on the other hand wasn't sure where to begin or what even her next move was and froze with indecision.

"You are unimpressive, weak, and amateurish Fey." said Roxanne as she pulled away from her girl who was lying as limp as wet rope on her towel. She smiled, face awash with wet, and even her hair was damp.

Her smile faltered a bit when she turned to Fey.

There was no longer a gap between them.

Someone had appeared between them, someone who was currently face first between the thighs of the middle girl. Incredibly lewd slurping sounds filled the air as she brutally tongue-fucked her.

Fey removed her hand from the girl's wrist just as Roxanne turned, hiding that she had touched the girl from view.

If Roxanne wanted to embarrass her amongst her girls, then Fey could repay the favour.

Violet's tongue was like no other.

She didn't just lick. She flicked the tip of her tongue up and down the girl's slit. She pressed it against her clit. She rolled it along the length of her labia. She sucked on the lips as she poured endless tongue into her puss that bulged out her belly, and then plunge-fucked feet of coiling knotted tongue in and out of her now hyper-sensitive pussy.

Every single part of Violet's tongue and mouth was made for this, and not just some, but all of her instinct was tuned to make girls cum and cum and cum until they couldn't stand anymore. That was just the nature of a succubus.

Fey watched as she went to work. She wasn't sure if it was because of the sheer force of Violet's tongue or just the spasms of her body, but the power in the motions meant that the girl's insides were being visibly ravaged, her trim tanned stomach rippling as what as what must have been dozens of inches of tongue thrashed within her.

Then she saw the girl tense, a sharp intake of breath, a moan escaping her lips, and Violet's tongue started to move faster, harder. The girl's moans grew louder, and she was coming. Her whole body tensing up, her hips bucking violently against Violet's face, and Fey knew that she would not be able to hold back any longer.

The girl squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip, trying to control herself, but the pressure was too much, and orgasm hit her, and then she let loose. Her legs and feet shaking uncontrollably, her hips rocking, moving in time with her orgasmic spasms. Violet's tongue flicked her clit, sucking and licking, and the feeling of it sent her right over the final edge. She came, screaming loudly, her voice echoing through the garden.

Violet's hands gripped down upon her hips, trying to get leverage to tongue fuck her even harder even as she gulped down her squirting fluids.

The girl's eyes snapped open.

"Too much!" she cried, panting. "I can't take anymore!"

Violet stopped instantly, two feet of tongue slopping and pouring from the girl's reddened swollen pussy in a lewd waterfall that slapped down against the towel she was lying on. The girl gasped a few times, and then seemed to realise what she was missing.

"Uh, I mean, you don't have to stop," she said meekly, looking up at Violet. "Y-you can do more, if you like."

Violet seemed to think about it for a second, then nodded.

"Stop," said Roxanne, putting up a hand. "You aren't part of this."

"She isn't?" gasped Fey theatrically. "But she's so skilled! Much more skilled than you are!"

Roxanne frowned. "No. She is not a potential sigma, or even an alpha. This unusual skill of hers is… not important. Your technique, on the other hand, was like a blind person fumbling in the dark, only able to locate the general location of things through feel."

"That's--!"

Admittedly, that had the sting of truth to it, but that wasn't her fault! She was a breeder, which meant she bred, and being a centaur, she had no way of easily seeing what was going on down below. Of course, she knew her way around a pussy more by instinct and feel than anything!

"It's an accurate statement. You have no actual skill in this area. If I had to guess, you must have given oral no more than a dozen times in your entire life."

Fey blushed.

"I-I have..." said Fey, but even she sounded like she didn't believe it.

"You have not and are, aside from what seems to be your odd natural effect and instinct, an amateur."

"But why do I even need to use my tongue when—!"

Roxanne jerked her hand up, cutting her off. "There is no such thing as a sigma who is a clumsy amateur at oral. This is a devastating mark against you, you do realise?"

Fey wasn't sure she liked where this was going and folded her arms with a pout.

"Excuse me for not being perfect."

"Indeed you are not," said Roxanne, her eyes shifting down to the enormous log of a dick that was poking out from the side of Fey's barrel. "Had you not extra marks in other areas, I wouldn't even remotely consider you sigma material."

"I could be a 'sigma'," muttered Fey a bit indignantly.

Roxanne rolled her eyes. "No Fey, you are more likely to join my harem than I am to join yours as it stands."

"Join— I'm not joining your harem, you came to me, not the other way around!"

Roxanne ignored her and turned back to the girl flopped spread-eagled in front of her, still panting from her tongue.

"Next is what you can do with neither your cock nor your tongue, but manually with your hands."

"Hands? Like... with my fingers?" asked Fey uncertainly. She had even less experience in this area. Worse, it wasn't like she could have learned on her own body. Self-pleasure was always an awkward and difficult thing for centaurs. Fey's experience went as far as some extremely awkward night time moments as a teenager with her female friend's aid, but she had never gone as far as some down that path.

"Yes, both hands and fingers," Roxanne nodded.

Angling for information on what the heck she was supposed to do, Fey went fishing.

"What is the limit we are allowed to, uh, do with them, our fingers and hands, that is."

"Play with her nipples, rub her clit, finger her ass, play with her ears, or massage her whole body, there is no limit, do as you wish. But most importantly, look at her. Watch her face. See which parts excite her, watch her reactions as is instinctual for any true sigma. If you can't even grasp the basics, then I feel this will be a short trial and we will soon be gone."

Fey watched Roxanne as she buried a hand in her girl, then realising that she was supposed to be trying to impress the leokin, she jerked back to Sugar who was waiting with hopeful anticipation.

She hesitantly placed her hand on the girl's midriff. Her golden tan had a warm sunkissed look, and was smooth to the touch. Sugar made a soft noise as Fey brushed her fingers over the sleek surface, her fingertips gliding over her navel until they reached the underside of her large breasts. The girl moaned again as Fey ran the fingers other other hand across her tummy, up and over her breasts along with her first hand. Fey hesitated at first, but then with increasing interest, she began to explore the girl's breasts, feeling her hardening nipples between her fingers, cupping her softness and squeezing gently.

"Ohh," groaned Sugar, swiftly getting into it, her voice breathy and low. Fey looked up at her, noticing that her head was tilted back and her pupils were still dilated from previous pleasure.

"Do you, uh, like this kind of thing?" Fey asked, leaning closer and brushing her lips against the girl's breast. Then she brought her teeth down and nipped at a nipple, eliciting a whimper from the girl. Maybe she could guide her actions via Sugar's response and wouldn't be entirely lost.

"Mm, y-yes!" breathed Sugar, her voice husky. She groaned and twitched, moving her hips slightly, her vagina becoming more engorged with ever increasing arousal. It was clear that she was enjoying what Fey was doing to her.

The thing was, it went two ways. Fey's heart started to race in her chest, and she could feel her cock becoming erect and dribbling pre-cum. Her mouth watered with anticipation.

She liked pleasing people. She liked making them happy. She really, really did. It was just a natural extension of her being a healer. She liked making things better for people, and she could make things a LOT better for any female. Perhaps Roxanne had a point. Treating a girl properly was much more than just fucking them into a screaming, howling, gibbering mess. In fact, with the way Sugar was responding, Fey began to wonder if properly preparing a girl for breeding could produce even better results. Either way, a new, better way to make girls very, very happy appealed to her nature as a healer on a core level.

But still, she really, REALLY wanted to fill this girl with her offspring. Gods, this foreplay was nice but it was like being teased! Making not only her broodmare, but herself hornier and hornier... Which was probably the point.

She let her hands wander lower, feeling the girl's belly and running her fingers along the smooth skin, exploring her body. Bringing her fingers down over her hips, she circled up around her thighs and then in, circling in on the girl's erect and swollen clit. The girl moaned and writhed, her eyes closing, her breathing growing shallow and fast. Her back arched, and her legs spread wider, with her heels pushing against the stone floor as she arched her back. Her head tilted backwards, and her lips parted, gasping.

Fey was distracted however by a sound. Turning her head, she saw a fountain of pussy juice splashing across the paving as Roxanne rapidly and brutally finger fucked her girl, her hand moving so fast it was a blur. The girl was thrashing under her ministrations, legs kicking wildly at the air as she full body spasmed, howling and shrieking without end.

Fey was genuinely impressed. She hadn't thought it possible to get that kind of sound out of a girl without her own gifted sensitivity or cock. A flash of competitiveness rose within her. Did Roxanne want to show her up again? Not happening.

She turned back to Sugar, who was panting frantically. It was time to cheat again.

She pressed her fingertips against the girl's pussy. It was just a natural consequence of being a very large centaur that her fingers were comparatively large, and the girl's pussy had to spread wide as she pushed her middle finger into her. She felt Sugar tense underneath her, her toes curling, her back arching, her thighs clenching. Fey smiled, knowing she was headed in the right direction now.

She added another finger, spreading the girl even further. Her two fingers penetrated deeper inside her, moving faster, pushing harder, the girl grunting with each thrust. She began to pump her fingers in and out of the girl's pussy. Her other hand reached up to the girl's breasts as she used the first two to push Sugarl to the edge of an orgasm.

And then she was noisily cumming, her pussy spasming as her juices splashed over the stone floor.

Fey grinned and kept going, pumping her fingers in and out of the girl, not stopping until the girl was shaking with aftershocks, her breathing ragged, her pussy drenched and malleable.

Perfectly prepared.

She pushed another finger inside, and another, stretching the girl's labia thin around her hand as her thumb squeezed past too, and then she formed a fist inside of her, scraping her fingers and knuckles across sensitive walls.

She could feel her walls fluttering, her wetness dripping down her fingers.

It would only take a little more... a little more to make her very, very happy. She could do this!

Sugar gasped as she was internally filled, her belly bulging with the shape of Fey's fist. Her body twitched and jerked as she bucked against her hand. Her legs quivered, her toes clenched as her ankles locked around Fey's head.

Then she stiffened, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth opening wide. She threw her head back, her throat working as she tried to scream, but was unable to catch her breath to do so.

Fey kept going, pushing her fist into her halfway up her forearm.

In response Sugar's muscles tightened and flexed as she came, hips bucking, body begging for more, more! Squeeeezing down on the arm within her.

Fey only pushed deeper, using her forearm as a dildo to plunge her pussy, utilising the same technique that she might with her cock, something that she was actually extremely good at.

She was silent as she pumped Sugar, watching carefully as her belly bulged outward with her fist and the resulting expressions on her face, adjusting angle, pressure, pace to draw ever more pleasure.

Sugar thrashed and moaned as her pussy contracted around Fey's fist, her body jerking, her breath turning harsh and raspy.

The pleasure was overwhelming, Sugar's heart pounding, her chest rising and falling in jerks, her pussy clenching and unclenching as it flooded over and over as she squirted and squirted, barely able to comprehend the best fisting of her life as lights flashed across her mind.

"AA—AAAIIEEEEE!!!"

She screamed as Fey pushed her to the strongest climax of her life.

She slowed, her body sagging, her legs trembling, her whole body weak, and then it was done, and she collapsed onto the stone floor.

Fey looked down at the girl feeling quite pleased with herself, a smile coming to her face as she wiped clean her arm slathered in Sugar's fem-fluids up to the elbow. She turned to Roxanne.

"Well? Does that make me a 'sigma'?"

This time Roxanne seemed to have been given a little more pause.

"That is...a brutish and barbaric way to go about it… but that does not make you sigma. A sigma requires finesse and clit play and—"

Carmel, who had been watching everything and becoming more and more agitated, could control herself no longer and leapt to her feet.

"She can be our sigma! Stop being such a pain in the ass stickler for tradition Roxy. Look what she can freaking do!"

Roxanne frowned. "She isn't a sigma. She lacks most of the skills necessary to be a sigma."

"Okay, and just imagine if she learned them?! With that base talent, she could be the greatest sigma in the history of Leokin!!"

Roxanne blinked, clearly imagining for a moment. But then she firmed her expression.

"No. It's bad enough that we are even looking at a non-Leokin. The fact that she is worse at so many things than even the most stunted and feeble of sigmas means she can't truly fulfil the position."

Carmel threw up her hands. "For you! But I've had enough. It's bad enough that you keep poaching girls from my harem leaving me with just Kitty, but now you're letting an opportunity of a lifetime go and leaving us with nothing. No, I'm not having it!"

To Fey's horror, the hermaphrodite leokin suddenly lunged, hand outstretched, and in a moment of panic, Fey frantically backed up, backed up toward the pool.

Her back hoof suddenly came down on thin air and she tipped upward with a yelp.

SPLASH!

The enormous centaur came down in the pool with a cry.

For a moment, Fey floundered, gasping for air. She couldn't swim! She was going to drown!

... but then she realised that was probably not very likely.

She stood, and the pool water barely came up to mid-barrel despite being the deep end.

"Oh."

Feeling a little embarrassed, and even more embarrassed when she noticed that the sunbathing leokins had been splashed with droplets of water, she climbed out of the pool, the paving darkening with wet beneath her.

Carmel looked up at her with upset eyes.

"Do you not want me?" she said, her lower lip wobbling adorably.

Fey sighed. "It's not that, and something I guess you didn't hear from the newsletters. I can't touch hermaphrodites or any male because it takes away their virility. If I were to touch you, then you would become entirely female. I was going to say, I can't be your sigma, not really, because of that."

Roxanne let out a snort of derision and crossed her arms. "Of course it's like that."

Carmel seemed to consider this, hands forming fists at her sides for a moment.

"I... I don't care. I read the newsletters, I know what I'm getting into. Fey, change me and make me feel every bit of it!"

Fey and Roxanne blinked. "Uh, really?"

Carmel nodded vigorously. "Yes! I have never felt like this before! I want this. One hundred percent."

Roxanne frowned, clearly unhappy. "Just to have sex with her? That is ridiculous. I don't even know why you would think that."

Carmel took a breath, trying to calm her agitation. "It's more than that. I've never really tried at being an alpha. It just isn't me, but reading those letters? I want that. I really, really want that." She nodded at Kitty. "We both do." Kitty nodded eagerly.

"So, what exactly are you proposing?" asked Fey, taking a step closer to Carmel.

Carmel blushed. "Well, I want you, uh, with me," said Carmel, her voice becoming a bare whisper.

"You mean like a full body hug?" asked Fey, unsure of how to respond.

Carmel shook her head. "No, I mean… uh… I mean- I want you to mount me and impregnate me with your sperm as you change me."

Fey licked her lip, her cock thumping against her barrel. All of that foreplay with sugar had left her ravenous to breed. She couldn't say no.

"And if I say yes?"

"If you say yes, then you can become my alpha!" cried Carmel.

Fey stared at her for a moment, not sure what to say.

"P-Please!"

Fey glanced at Roxanne.

"Don't look at me, there's no way I'm touching you if it's true what you say will happen. I like my cock thank you very much. This is entirely her choice."

Fey closed her eyes and gave a deep sigh. "Fine, fine, I'll do it."

"Yay, our new alpha!" squealed Carmel and Kitty, hugging and bouncing on the spot happily, their breasts pressing together.

Fey watched with bemusement as the pair skipped around the edge of the pool to where the centaur breeding frame had been set up.

She turned to Roxanne. "What are you going to do?"

Roxanne rolled her eyes but couldn't prevent a small smile coming to her face at the sight of Carmel's eagerness. "She didn't shut up about you on our entire trip here and was reading the newsletters non-stop. You can't be a sigma, but making her dreams come true as just an alpha is fine. But we won't, ah, d-do it with you."

Fey scratched her cheek. It occurred to her that despite Roxanne's distaste of the idea of Fey becoming her Sigma, she may have still been hoping for a one off fling with her, a chance to experience what was described in the stories.

"Well, maybe it's still possible. I have done it with a herm before and it was… fine. A Chameleokin, a species that makes a device that prevents hermaphrodites from reproducing. She had that device, and um, I could touch her fine with nothing happening."

"I am familiar with the species. We've had more than a few of their insipid salespeople trying to sell that little device to our kind at some ridiculously high price. We turned them down. We have always made do despite there being fewer and fewer males of our species."

"If you had that, we could touch."

Felicity who had been watching nearby tapped her chin thoughtfully.

"Perhaps there is a way Roxy... I know at the local university they do research into that kind of enchantment, not quite at the level of the Chameleokin, but still, if it's just for a quickie it doesn't need to be nearly as powerful."

Roxanne tilted her head. "You still want her?"

"Don't you? You read the stories the most of all of us, Roxy. I know you dreamt of it, I heard you talk in your sleep."

Fey was surprised to see Roxanne blush.

Carmel and Kitty danced happily around each other, twirling and jumping until they kissed and embraced. After a few moments, Carmel stepped up onto the wooden breeding frame, presenting her rear as Kitty tugged her shorts down over her thighs.

Fey watched as Kitty pulled the cloth down, her brow rising as an enormous erection flopped free from the fabric, and then rising even higher as something else came free below, a heavy thick thing that slapped down against the back of her cock.

It seemed that the leokin had something else in common with the gnoll girls other than an interest in the newsletter. The absolutely enormous and girthy ten-inch-long clitoris, throbbing and pulsing behind Carmel's sixteen-inch penis, was enough to give anyone pause. The dual lengths practically radiated arousal in waves, and both were slick with the wet glistening from Carmel's swollen cunt above.

Kitty ran her fingers up the pink-red length of the clit, eliciting a gasp from Carmel. Her fingers weren't enough to encircle the thing, and she had to use both hands to massage it, milking the thing from top to bottom in long slow motions, drawing more blood into it and engorging it further.

It seemed that the leokin herms had some kind of technique that pushed their clits to be even larger than they might have been. The clitoral length swelled in Kitty's hands, reaching a staggering twelve inches long.

Carmel giving up her cock suddenly made a lot more sense to Fey. She would still have something else, something massive and sensitive.

Carmel was soon prepared, her cock and clit as hard as diamonds and slapping together as they stiffened and eased over and over. Kitty then thrust herself beneath Carmel, lying on her back in the complex frame.

"I love you Carm, and while you change, I want to feel all of it. I want you to change inside of me, my alpha," she breathed, a hungry light in her eyes.

"I love you too," keened Carmel, her hips shaking with arousal. She thrust her head down and kissed the only member of her harem, a deep passionate kiss that Fey almost felt guilty for witnessing.

Kitty waved a hand as she embraced her lover. "Fey, touch us please!"

Fey, unsure where this was going, brushed her hands over the bare legs sticking from the frame, bodies flushed from arousal. They both gasped, but especially Carmel, who quivered violently. The scraping of her clit against her cock was now enough to elicit orgasm due to the additional sensitivity.

Carmel gasped again, and her hips bucked. Fey was surprised at how much she enjoyed watching the two lovers enjoy themselves. The sight of Carmel's vulva quivering was drawing her in like a magnet.

Kitty whimpered below.

"I'm ready. Put it inside, p-put both inside!"

Carmel nodded, her hand dipping between her thighs, and carefully angling her lengths down against Kitty's drippy slit.

"Ah-ahh, right here! Oh~" she hissed, her voice breaking.

She cried as Carmel's cock easily slipped inside due to her increased elasticity, and then a moment later, the tip of Carmel's clitoris, parting her pussy below the cock.

And then the two lengths, hot and slippery, slid in inch after inch as the two lovers moaned into each other.

Fey watched every moment of it, her heart rate spiking with arousal as her cock thumped up against her barrel. Her breath caught as she heard them moan, her ears pricked, her eyes wide and filled with desire as she watched them writhe against each other, Carmel inside of Kitty in both male and female aspects.

They were so beautiful. So perfect.

Which somehow made the thought of destroying Carmel's cunt all the more exciting. All this foreplay was making her wild.

Agitated, she skittered forward, rising up and slamming her front hooves down on the complicated frame with a heavy thud. The two gasped beneath her.

"D-Do it!" cried the girls together, lovers ready to be ravaged.

Fey surged forward, slamming her cocktip into Carmel's loins. The feeling of her slick wetness crashing up against her cock tip and a splatter of wet that sprayed up against her barrel was wonderful.

Carmel moaned, her eyes rolling back as she shuddered, her pussy tensing as a cock as wide as a dinner plate ground against it and the base of her enormous clit.

Her hips were thrust forward by Fey's thrust, and her own cock and clit pushed deep within Kitty.

Kitty let out a cry as she was stretched further, her pussy clamping down on both cock and clit, which were buried further and further as Fey strained against Carmel's pussy, trying to penetrate, trying to squeeze herself inside.

And then with a sudden lurch, she did.

Carmel threw back her head and howled as her pussy spread massively, stretching more than she had ever felt in her entire life by an order of magnitude, spreading her walls as horse dick slid inside of her passage, and crashed up against her cervix before passing through that too in the same motion, entering her womb and crashing up against her womb wall, tenting her belly up, spreading both her and Kitty's breasts as the medial ring slopped inside too.

Fey smiled as she felt Carmel spray down her back legs, her legs thrashing against Kitty as she wailed beneath her.

Yes, this was what she was good at. This was how things were meant to be, with a girl below her singing her heart out. Sigma or not, no other could do to a girl what she could, no other could turn a girl into a living condom, entire body convulsing around her diamond hard length.

Carmel arched her back, screaming as her pussy was stretched out beyond anything she had ever imagined, not even the newsletters had prepared her for this as Fey had been smaller then… and then Fey began thrusting.

Carmel bucked wildly, writhing and twisting, her vagina clenching around Fey's cock, walls contracting and milking. Each time Fey withdrew her cock from Carmel's vagina, it dragged her entire body along with it, dragging Carmel's clitoris and cock from Kitty's quivering snatch, then slamming it back into Kitty as Fey thrust above. In effect, using Carmel to fuck Kitty.

Fey kept thrusting, and the two lovers continued to scream below as they came over and over again, one right after another.

And then Carmel started to change.

"Oh God, I think it's happening!" cried Kitty.

Indeed it was. Fey could feel the immense gravity well of her own virility starting to draw down on Carmel, pulling her into Fey.

It was slow at first, but soon the change was accelerating, and Kitty screamed as she felt Carmel's cock within her shift and change, drawing back inches as it reshaped into a second clitoris equal in size to the first.

Carmel's breasts surged in size, spilling over the top of Kitty's breasts. It seemed that the virility being lost allowed or perhaps caused her femininity to bloom. Even as her breasts grew, her hips widened. Then, to Kitty's screams of delight, the two clits inside of her puss surged back in size, passing twelve inches, then fourteen, then sixteen, then eighteen. Her belly bulged outward as she was filled with the dual slippery clits inside of her.

Fey moaned as her body tensed, stretching her arms above her head in a groany stretch, eyelids fluttering as she took Carmel's virility directly into herself, growing and putting on mass, a full inch of height, and a full inch of cock which grew within Carmel.

It felt… really good.

As the last of the growth settled Fey dragged herself back, her rigid length coming loose from Carmel's cunt reluctantly. Her pink inner labia dragged behind her muff, and the flesh stretched so that it deformed over every vein and bump of Fey's.

Six inches, then a foot, then two. Muffled screaming could be heard from beneath as Carmel screamed into her lover's chest, and Fey felt her cunt convulse and a fresh spritz of her fluids spray down her back legs.

At last, she neared the final few inches, and the flared head of her cock was all that was left, perfectly angled atop the breeding frame. With a neigh, Fey rammed her hips forward, sleeving the leokin upon her dick in one, long, powerful, thrust.

Carmel howled as her body was forced to stretch around such a monstrous length, pussy going from puffy and engorged to paper-thin. Her nerve endings went mad as their already extremely on-edge state was overstimulated. Beads of clear fluid became streams and rivulets, running down onto Fey's dick and down over Kitty's thighs and ass.

Her sloppy pussy quelched and frantically sucked against the massive thing as it sawed back out, desperate to hold Fey within. Every little vein and bump tearing up her insides, scraping her walls in a way that no other could on the way out, dredging out cups of sloppy pussy juice as it did to patter down onto the stone paving below.

Fey roared and crashed back into Carmel, flattening the girl's soft thighs and ass cheeks as brutal horse muscle smacked against them both sending softness jiggling, smashing the girls against the breeding frame as Carmel's pussy slipped and shaped over the wrinkled base of Fey’s dick, huge horse testicles slapping up between their thighs and slamming into the base of the dual clits penetrating kitty.

“Oh... oh god...Hnnnng gghhhh ah-aaah-ah...AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”

The two girls screamed together, Carmel especially as she was permanently reshaped around horse dick, and Kitty clamped down on her now hyper sensitive clits.

Sklluuuurrrrrrrshhh!

Skllooorrrrrrrshhh!

The pair of pussies reacted joyfully and plentifully, fluids shooting from beneath Fey to come raining down on the girls around, most of whom were masturbating eagerly as they watched.

Considering that they had apparently loved the newsletters, Fey wasn't even slightly surprised by that.

If they wanted a show, then she would give them it.

She didn't pause, once more dredging her cock from Carmel's depths before ploughing deep into her, doing what she did best, doing what she did better than anyone, turning girls into howling shrieking cock-drunk jelly.

The sound of her cock making ruin of Carmel's softness as her thighs crashed over and over against the girls filled the air.

SCHLOOORK! SKLAK! SLRRRTCH!

"Oh... mmmff!... HNNN-AIIIIIIIIIEEEE!"

"P-Please, more!"

She gave them more.

"P-Please, harder!"

She gave it to them harder.

"Please breed me, Feeeey!!!"

She-

Wait, that hadn't been Carmel. Fey blinked, recognising Kitty's voice not Carmels.

"I want us to be pregnant together, F-Fey!" cried Kitty.

"I- I can't do that!" cried Fey as she kept thrusting.

Well, technically she could. It would only require Lucy using her skill, but there was a huge problem with tha—"

Lucy helpfully slapped her hand down on Fey's flank with a victorious cry of "Gear 2!".

Fey's eyes widened as her coat rapidly shifted to a red hue and she started to put on height and mass and cock mass.

That wasn't the problem.

The problem was that she had been thrusting.

Thrusting and very, very close to release.

And very, very close to losing control of her heat.

And Lucy had just tipped her over the edge.

Mid-transformation Fey cried out as she exploded into Carmel, gallons, then tens of gallons filling her womb with every passing moment, her belly billowing outward, and instantly smothering Kitty.

As that happened, her growing second cock, only a quarter its full size and mostly flaccid, sprayed a powerful jet of horse cum across the paving, instantly coating anything nearby in a thick, sticky coating of white, including those sunbathing nearby. Lucy yelped as white blasted up her body sending her stumbling and falling into the grass.

Fey keened at the strange yet weirdly enjoyable sensation of ejaculating through her second semi-flaccid cock as it grew more erect flew through her. Each pulse made her gasp, and her eyelids flutter, until her second cock was fully erect at an impressive four foot and eleven inches.

She was now able to ejaculate properly and freely.

With the small flaw that it was nowhere close to being inside of Kitty.

A straight jet of seed rocketed from beneath the collapsing fuck frame, splashing against the water so hard that it sent spray a dozen feet into the air. That was only the beginning of course, and within moments the pool had been filled to the brim with the addition of cum and was flowing across the paving around it. This caused the lionkins to yelp and jump to their feet to escape the rising tide, not that there was anywhere to go.

"Oh GAWWWWWWDDD!!" groaned Fey, her eyes rolling back as her heat went freaking berserk, gleeful to be fully released at last. "Fill meee!!!" squealed Carmel as her belly rose and rose, pushing Fey backward, even as Kitty remained trapped, stuck groin to groin on Carmel's clits.

Soon Carmel's belly was spilling and then dropping down into the pool, dragging all three of them with it as it displaced half and then all of the pool water. She rapidly  swelled in size as Fey dumped load after monumental load into her womb, her cum belly filling the pool from end to end with a taut tanned dome.

Of course, Fey had not stopped ejaculating with her second cock for a moment, and cum roared from between her legs, flowing outward in a constant heavy tide of sludge that built up on itself, building past one foot in depth, then two, making it difficult for the others to move, and then even more difficult as it continued to rise.

Fey came a lot normally. With her heat unleashed?

When does it stop?! Shrieked a panicked Felicity as the cum level passed her hips and showed no signs of slowing. The garden quickly became filled with seed, flowing between the trees and foliage, and rising as Fey howled, her balls churning and producing ever more seed. In fact, her second cock was spraying so hard against Carmel's belly that it was driving Fey backward. Her upper cock slipped then fell free as Fey fell from her, splashing down in the rising tide of cum with a cry of pleasure.

Fey tried to stop ejaculating, she really did, but her cocks only continued to buck and lurch as she ejaculated below the cum line, adding thousands and thousands of gallons to the now garden pool. Not even being lifted away from the ground and floating in her own rising seed was enough to quell her ejaculation. She was only able to moan and groan as she squeezed and fondled her breasts, cumming freely as she floated, lost in a world of her own pleasure, an endless spring of seed.

But then, at last, it finally ended, and Fey flopped back in the pool of her own making with a gasp. She lay floating on the whiteness like that, bathing in the aftermath of her own making, trying to gather her thoughts… Before the heat could reassert itself.

However, a yell grabbed her attention.

She hazily lifted her head to see who was shouting.

The cum had completely filled the walled garden, filling it up as if it were a giant swimming pool. Only the very tops of the trees were visible, and she estimated that the cum line must have been nearly two stories above ground level.

It was a lot.

A lot of cum.

A hand brushed against her flank for just a moment, and she turned to see.

A lot of said cum that was currently going berserk trying to get inside of those girls who were currently swimming in it, and succeeding.

The girls around her were giggling and gasping as cum flowed up into them, the wigglers desperately trying to fill and impregnate. Not that the girls seemed to mind, in fact, they were encouraging it and were eager for more. As they each took turns touching Fey to receive her gifts, they reached below the cum line to spread their newly elastic bodies. Their bellies ballooned outward with cum as it flowed inside of them, eliciting gasps and throaty moans.

That was certainly one way to neatly deal with the mess, but having the garden become filled end to end with cum bellies wasn't that helpful either.

But… they were not the ones who had yelled, and Fey's attention was drawn to the edge of her self-made cum swimming pool.

A group was there, balancing awkwardly on the tall garden wall as they helped one another climb atop it. One was familiar, a young man with pink skin and, weirdly, a face patterned with a scattering of random colours.

Seth.

He climbed to his feet, and his expression instantly became one of outright hatred as his gaze fell upon Fey.

"It's her, it's fucking her! K-Kill her! She's completely alone and defenceless!" He cried as the elderly bishop climbed up behind him.

The old bishop looked over the lake of cum with extreme distaste.

"And how precisely do you suggest we do that," sniffed the bishop, immediately regretting the sniff due to the overwhelming cummy smell.

"That is…" said Seth, his voice trailing off as he realised they had no actual way to get at fey unless they wanted to go swimming.

The bishop sighed.

"Here, get out of the way." he said as he gestured with both hands.

Fey watched with increasing alarm as the sorcerous transparent gold material the bishop liked to use as armour seemed to spill from his arms without end, crashing down against the small lake of cum and forming shapes.

In under a minute, a boat had been created, a golden boat that floated calmly on the clean white of the lake's surface.

Not good. The massive pool of cum had been her only way of preventing the vengeful Seth, the bishop, and his group of zealots from getting at her.

She desperately tried to paddle away as the zealots boarded their boat and began to float steadily toward her.

The wall and any possible escape were not far, but she would never make it before the boat arrived. She wasn't a swimmer, and the only reason she was still afloat was because the cum was so much heavier than water, making it difficult to sink.

But if the boat caught up they could very easily kill her. They wouldn't even have to do anything really, just push her down below the cum line, and she would drown in her own semen, completely helpless to do anything about it.

Her strength was useless here.

It seemed inevitable then that she would likely lose her life. Seth sat at the prow of the boat, a smile of pure eager hatred on his face, eager to send her to the bottom, eager for her death.

"Hey," came a voice.

Fey glanced up to see someone hanging in the air, the sun behind them, radiant.

Aeolith floated above the white, Violet in her arms as she gently beat her wings keeping herself aloft. She was untouched by seed, apparently having taken flight prior to Fey making a mess.

"What do you think you are doing?"

The zealots on the boat cried out, throwing themselves in supplication before the angel and dropping the oars completely.

The bishop opened his mouth, then closed it, apparently completely lost for words.

Seth was less respectful.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he shrieked, then grabbing for an oar, began desperately rowing.

Fey took her chance and struck out, doing her best to clumsily doggy paddle. She soon made the wall, grabbed hold of it, and heaved, rising from the thick and heavy cum, and then throwing herself over the other side.

She came down with a boom! in the alley. Her hooves shattering the paving to gravel. With her came a huge splash of cum that coated half the alley.

She gathered herself, but only for a moment as the boat bumped up against the wall and Seth looked down at her with an expression that promised death.

With a wordless cry, he drew a very dangerous and lethal-looking blade and leapt from the boat, a few of the zealots following after.

By the time he hit the paving, Fey was halfway to the end of the alley, although slowed somewhat as her cum-covered hooves slipped and slid, nearly causing her to fall a number of times, and her dual nearly five foot long cocks slapping up against her barrel and between her front legs over and over.

No matter, she leapt into the next alley, now putting on a little speed.

Yes, like this, she would be able to escape the maddened Seth with ease, and there would be no confrontation where he would try to kill her. There would be no situation where she would be forced to break or possibly kill him, which as a healer was a situation she would very much like to avoid.

Escape was as easy as—

She turned the corner to find a dead end.

"Oh, oh no," she groaned.

There was no time to back up. The alley she had come from had no other exit, and it wasn't like Seth would have any problems finding her. He could just follow the trail of cum. In fact, she could hear him yelling over the rooftops as he drew near along with who knew how many zealots. She was doomed then. Or was she? Something small and half-remembered crossed her mind, something that could be a way out.

Making up her mind, she snatched the scrap of dragon silk from her cleavage and grabbed it with both hands, stretching it wide by force. In an instant, she thrust it down over her head, throwing herself through. Then, pushing it down over her hips, then over her front legs, and then, with a thrust of her back legs, she leapt fully through the dragon silk.

Behind her, the hand-sized scrap of cloth fluttered to the ground, unnoticed in the alley corner as Seth entered and let out a scream of frustration upon finding his quarry gone.

On the other side Fey wiped cum from her eyes, breathing hard, and looked around.

A sea of faces looked back at her - a vast hall filled with chairs, each of which a cowkin wearing expensive looking clothing was seated upon, all of them stared up at her on the main stage with the most shocked expressions imaginable.

"F-Fey?!" came an even more shocked voice, and Fey turned to see Amalia, the six-breasted Cowkin, the leader of the cowkins that the band had freed from the black-market dairy where they had originally gotten the silk from - Amalia, the queen of her own Queendom. Amalia, who was currently sitting upon her throne as she addressed her nobles. Fey raised a hand and made a small, hesitant wave. A few droplets of cum splattered on the gold and marble floor.

"H-Hi!" she squeaked.

And then her Heat came rushing back.