Centaurus chapter 75 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Queen Amalia tracks down Fey rampaging around the palace's private dairy. Pulling her away, she brings Fey back to her sister's suite and has more royal-level nozzles paired with her, significantly reducing her production.

With Fey now (probably) capped off, Queen Amalia continues on with her plan to acquire allies and heads down to the town with Fey in tow. Unfortunately the limited number of maids accompanying them means they have to make a stop at the head maid's home and a nearby dairy while fresh maids are fetched from the palace.

Once again Fey goes on a rampage, much to Queen Amalia's chagrin, and after pulling Fey free she drags her around the nearby noble mansions to once again gather every royal-level nozzle known to her maids and then pair them all to Fey.

Now completely confident that Fey is fully limited (probably) they venture into the brothel district where they encounter Queen Amalia's older sister, Princess Magnolia, along with her two younger sisters, Snowdrop and Clover, as well as a group of noble hangers-on.

Taking advantage of Snowdrop's keen interest in Fey, Queen Amalia has Fey put on a show with Snowdrop to capture the noble's attention, aiming to make them allies. As Fey finishes, Snowdrop, who has just undergone a life-changing experience, whispers to Fey that the oldest sister, Magnolia, was the one plotting to overthrow Queen Amalia.

Now, Chapter 74:

Fey pondered what to do with the information Snowdrop had just whispered to her.

On the one hand, it sounded like very super important information that required urgent and thoughtful political manoeuvring. Amalia being betrayed by her older sister Magnolia was clearly an earth shattering event for this tiny Queendom of cowkins.

But on the other hand, she couldn't exactly ignore the overwhelming desire coursing through her body, an ever growing desire that was making itself more and more known, making it impossible to think about what to do or what to say.

In fact, it was making itself known right then and there.

She gave a small involuntary groan as her balls built in pressure and pulled up, in response instinctively clenching her kegel muscles while her cocks momentarily stiffened. The rise was impressive considering the sheer size of her balls now. They were vascular, dark, and intimidating spheres, their latest heat driven growth spurt putting them at an alarming size, only her great relative size and strength allowing her to comfortably carry the overly filled things that rested heavily against her back thighs.

The same strength was mirrored in her puss, which squeezed down on the pink rubber dildo Vivi had given her still inserted inside causing the rubber to squeak as her powerful internal walls compressed it before releasing a moment later.

Fey let out a mouse-like sigh as her heat eased a little.

Really, the big pink dildo served as her very last line of defence against the raging fire of her heat—a dam barely holding back the true intensity of her arousal even as the fires spilled over top. The truth was that all her prior rampaging amongst the female population of Amalia's nation hadn't been her fully realised lust… not that a restricted heat was anything to dismiss, it was still brutally fierce.

She shifted her hips, agitated, eliciting a soft groan from snowdrop who was lying limp on the complicated sex frame designed for centaurs to fuck cowkins below, Fey's lower cock parting her still. The sound brought Fey back from navel gazing and she glanced around, suddenly conscious of her awkward situation and how she appeared.

The lobby of the noble's brothel was opulent, with plush white carpet sinking beneath her hooves and gilded plump furniture, furniture that held nobles and courtesans, all of whom were staring directly at her. What had been scattered groups of nobles being entertained by the brothel's workers had turned into an attentive audience as Fey loudly and openly fucked Snowdrop, all watching with great interest or, in the case of the males, great confusion.

"Ahem, uhm, sorry for the, uh, noise…" Fey awkwardly spoke into the silence.

With no reply forthcoming from the shocked audience she took a hesitant step back and her lower penis eased free from Princess Snowdrop with a loud elongated queef which caused Fey to blush, and then blush deeper when her cock popped free with a gush of seed that splattered noisily over the sex frame. How did she end up convinced to do this so flagrantly out in the open?!? Oh yeah. Her overwhelming lust.

Her front hooves landed on the carpet with a thump as she nervously surveyed her surroundings. Her cocks bobbed stiffly between her legs, the lower slick with Snowdrop, and both ready for more, the sensation of them being outside of a girl almost uncomfortable.

Well, there wasn't much to be done but lean into it. Not when she was feeling like this anyway.

"Uh, does anyone… want to go next…maybe?" she spoke into the silence.

An instant barrage of shouted "Me!"s and "No, me!"s reached Fey's ears as dozens began rushing toward her, noble women flinging themselves from their chaises and couches in an attempt to get there first to the shock of the male clientele and courtesans.

Before they could get far however Queen Amalia clapped her hands together with a short sharp crack that captured the room's attention and halted the most eager in their tracks.

"Our guest is not to be harassed. In fact, we shall adjourn to a private room. Fey, if you would?"

Fey fidgeted but nodded her head, stepping away from the limp limbed Snowdrop being helped from the sex frame.

Queen Amalia glanced at her sisters and then at the group of female nobles who were part of Magnolia's 'tea party', the target clique that Amalia wanted on her side.

"It would be impolite of me not to ask," she mused thoughtfully, as if it had only just occurred to her "Since you are Magnolia's guests. Would you… care to join us?"

"P-Please!" said one, clutching at her dress. Clearly the show Fey had put on had captured the cowkin's attention as she was practically vibrating on the spot.

The rest of the group nodded enthusiastically, and Amalia gave a small triumphant smile.

"Very well then. With me."

She strode from the lobby, and the others followed behind. Apparently, the Queen wasn't completely unfamiliar with the manse as she seemed to know exactly where she was going. The small group was led down a short hallway and through a pair of grand mahogany double doors that opened up into, what Fey realised, must have been the largest and most extensive suite of the brothel. In all likelihood it was where the princesses usually bedded their highly regarded courtesans as it had furnishings worthy of a royal. A vast king size bed dominated one end, and there was gold plastered on everything that could possibly be decorated with the yellow metal and even on some things that could not.

The group of princesses and nobles flooded into the suite, along with the centaurs who hurriedly dragged the wheeled centaur sex frame behind them before slamming the doors shut in the faces of any onlookers.

There was an almost palpable excitement among the group of girls who clustered by the bed chattering and giggling, as if they had stumbled upon some incredibly rare and valuable treasure in Fey. The cowkins of this nation certainly appreciated their carnal delights Fey mused.

Queen Amalia's approach to garnering the noble's interest had clearly been very effective.

Fey glanced at the three centaurs milling around her excitedly, occasionally letting loose a little squirt of their fluids, unable to control themselves around her.

They weren't the only centaurs as Percy had awkwardly followed along behind the three girls, although why he had decided to join them she didn't know.

Fey's balls growled ominously, becoming heavier as her body reacted to the presence of the rival centaur.

No, she couldn't wait. Not with him here. The urge to outbreed her 'rival' was just too much.

"Y-you, two, get in the frame!" she said, jabbing a finger at two of the nobles, a pair of blonde cowkins wearing flowery silk dresses.

They gasped with delight and rushed to comply, stripping themselves with every step, which was a damn good thing because Fey was on the verge of mounting the nearest centaur girl.

With a sigh of relief, she instead mounted the sex frame built to allow centaurs to pair with cowkins and swiftly sheathed her cocks in the two squealing cowkin nobles. The centaur girls helped adjust the complicated many armed frame to comfortably hold them both one atop the other.

It was a smooth transition from there to thrusting once more, the sounds of the two girl's moans filling the air as Fey rhythmically eased in and out, slow and steady.

The other nobles clustered around her in eager attendance, along with the centaurs, admiring or stealing touches of her body as she humped at a measured pace, the touches steadily developing into more.

As she tried to relieve her raging heat amongst the over excited and crowd of nobles, Fey couldn't help but hear the princesses talking across the room.

"Sister, what on earth were you thinking coming here?" hissed Magnolia, "Surely you could have sent a maid to escort your guest!"

Amalia tilted her head. "Hardly. The maids have proven themselves quite incapable of controlling their desires around Fey. If they had been sent without me, they would have no doubt ended up mindlessly rutting themselves silly in some back alley until they were unable to move."

"Even so! It is unbecoming for the Queen of our nation to show herself in a freaking brothel!"

"And it's suitable for our nation's princesses?" Amalia replied calmly.

"Obviously. As I am not the Queen. Just as you got away with it before taking the crown we are allowed this in equal part. But once you wear that crown, things change, your image is that of the nation's. You know that!"

A still naked Snowdrop glanced nervously between Amalia and Magnolia. She was struggling to stand upright, her knees turned inward and trembling as she held onto the slight curve of her belly. Gloopy white lines of Fey's seed slowly ran down her pale legs to her ankles as her toes curled into the plush carpet. Cute. She was clearly profoundly affected by the experience of being Feyed, but far from being immobilised as Fey's full load would have left her.

"Maybe… Maybe that's not as important as you think, Magnolia," muttered Snowdrop, avoiding looking at the pair. "Maybe it's okay for a Queen to be, uh, a bit improper."

"No. Absolutely not. A Queen is an exemplar of her subjects. You know our nation cannot possibly be represented by a trollop Queen or it will reflect on all of us! We will become known as a nation of fornicators and nobody will take us seriously!!"

"I mean, we kinda have this absurdly oversized brothel district…" Snowdrop muttered darkly. "It's not like it would be untrue…"

"That doesn't matter! As long as the Queen is of good repute then so are we all! She is safeguarding our reputation!"

"Well, maybe things should change! So what if cowkins really, really like bonking? That's nothing to be ashamed of! We aren't ashamed of our milking! So, why not this too?!"

Fey listened to the princesses argue as she worked her way through the nobility, leaving each of them with a shallow arcing abdomen between breasts and mons, her seed filling them just a little.

Or atleast, that's how it began. As she unloaded again and again, each noble emerged a little larger, a little more filled, Fey's body battling the power of the royal milking nozzles magically syphoning away her seed. So too did her testicles get a little larger with each ejaculation, the surface becoming tauter and less giving as the pressure built within.

It wasn't just the breeding and nozzles affecting her of course; the three female centaurs were milling around, brushing against her balls and frequently squirting, spraying down the carpet around Fey and any noble who wasn't watching where they were standing. The hormone- and pheromone- laden air made Fey's eyes dilate, and her tail flagged into the air as she pawed at the ground, driving her dual penises into the current pair of wailing nobles with a whinny.

Altogether it was a lot for Fey to deal with, even more so when she caught sight of Percy.

The male centaur stood a little away, his eyes locked onto what Fey was doing as she thrust, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in the pheromones the female centaurs were producing.

He was clearly reacting in a similar way to Fey—competitive nature rising, instinctually sensing a rival to compete for females with. His body was tense, in an aggressive posture, and his impressive two and a half foot long cock looked uncomfortably erect, occasional spurts of precum dribbling onto the carpet as he pawed at the ground in an adversarial way.

Such a sight only riled Fey's own competitive side up further, swelling her balls as she continued to fuck the moaning nobles, her body in full outbreed mode, domination in centaur form.

In fact she was so lost in her drive to sow her seed that it took her a moment to realise that there were, in fact, no nobles left, as she had already had her way with all of them once. Each time she had finished, the centaur girls had pulled a noble free and placed them carefully on the giant bed in their limp cum-drunk state with their eyes rolled up. Each removed noble pair then swiftly replaced them with a fresh pair in the sex frame.

The earliest Fey had bred had only a slight cum belly, but the latest pair appeared pregnant with twins, a pair of smooth domes rising above the bedding where they were sprawled amongst the other naked cumflated nobles. The increasingly apparent results of her body's efforts to overcome the powerful magical syphoning away of her seed into the nation's underground storage tanks.

Not that Fey noticed the increasingly larger cum bellies. She was far too distracted as the exposure of her slick wet lengths to the cool open air was simply unbearable!

She was considering mounting one of the centaur girls then and there when a waved hand caught her attention, and she looked down to see one of the princesses.

Fey vaguely recalled her being called Princess Clover, one of Queen Amalia's younger sisters, along with Snowdrop who was still struggling to stand. Behind them stood the elder princess, Magnolia, who was eyeing Fey up in a hungry way, as if looking at a tasty morsel.

"You're next?" Fey managed to get out as her hooves practically danced on the spot, splashing pints of precum over the now cum splattered breeding frame.

Princess Clover bit her lip. In appearance, she was very similar to Princess Snowdrop, short of height but with an enormous set of triple breasts unique to the royal bloodline. Blonde hair spilled over the top set as she unbuttoned her straining blouse, breast after soft breast wobbling free in the most mouth watering way.

As she shimmied out of her shorts Snowdrop helped shakily tie her hair back. Whatever these princesses were, they clearly had some serious experience fucking centaurs. Percy no doubt. Fey could see the male centaur huffing and puffing away from the group as she watched Princess Clover fully disrobe revealing all of her royal beauty. Did he consider the Princesses a prideful conquest of his? A royal harem? The bedding of them swelling his ego as some kind of alpha? Well, she would see about that.

Looking up at Fey with sky blue eyes Clover gave a small smile. "Um, well yes, I would quite like to be with—OOOH—!"

Fey didn't give her time to finish. She reached down, grasped Snowdrop firmly around the waist, picked her up, and slammed her into the velvet cushioned fuck frame.

"Oh my," breathed the princess, looking up at Fey with round blue eyes.

"S-Sorry for the rush," gasped Fey. "The heat, it's too much!"

"Oh, I quite understand, and I will understand even more if you can leave me like my sister. The sounds she was making. Oh my. Shall we?"

"Hold on," said Magnolia. "Don't be so selfish Clover. She has two cocks, so you can share with me, just as the others did."

Fey was about to mindlessly grab Magnolia up as well when a voice came from behind.

"No."

Magnolia and Fey blinked and turned to find Queen Amalia with her hood flipped back, her face in full view, and a chastised-looking Snowdrop cowering behind her, avoiding everyone's gaze.

Amalia's expression made thunderclouds look like summer meadows.

"No, sister?" said Magnolia, raising one eyebrow.

"No, Magnolia. You are not laying with Fey, not now, not ever."

Magnolia tittered a laugh. "Why, whatever are you saying, sister? Of course, I can take my turn with Fey here. I am a princess, laying with me will be the highlight of her life!"

"Nope. In fact, I'm banning you from Fey by royal decree. As Queen of my domain, I hereby make it illegal for you to bed Fey."

The expression that appeared on Magnolia's face as Amalia spoke was a true sight to see, literally curdling to sour in real-time.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" she shrieked. "Illegal?! You dare misuse your power for—for—Why are you even doing this idiocy?! What business is it of yours what I choose to do?!"

"Snowdrop told me everything. You are the one who has been stirring up the nobility in an attempt to dethrone me. You are the root of it all. If it were possible, I would have you exiled for what you have done. But seeing your reaction, I think this shall suffice as a far more brutal punishment."

Magnolia's expression switched from outright hatred to a deep sneer in an instant.

"You are always like this, always have been, the answers seem so simple to you. When we were young, you were never truly involved in court politics, that's why it seemed like such a wonderful idea for you to take the throne— the firm hand of the country bumpkin princess, incapable of backstabbing or perfidy. The only person every noble could agree on. And yes, it worked. Things are so much better now. But that's the thing, Amalia, we don't need you anymore! Those days are long past! We don't need to tolerate your backwards crude ways that are unbecoming of a Queen! You can be replaced!"

"And I suppose you have a candidate in mind?"

"Why yes actually. Me. I am the oldest, and I possess the refined composure of a Queen worthy of our nation."

"I'm sure you would just be the very picture of refined composure when you are screaming your brains out under Fey," said Amalia tartly.

Magnolia sniffed. "I am still a Princess, and a Princess is not held to the same standards as a Queen. Lying with this remarkably virile centaur is perfectly acceptable for my social standing for now." She glanced over at Fey, who had begun slowly sawing in and out of a moaning Clover.

She swallowed shallowly and nibbled her lip at the sight, impatient to join her younger sister beneath Fey.

"As a princess of our nation I will get what I desire. That's just how this is."

"And as a princess that puts you under my authority, Magnolia. You're done with Fey. For what you have done, you will never, ever, lay with her. You will be Fey-less for the rest of your life."

Magnolia turned and stared at Amalia, struggling to comprehend her words.

"A-Amalia," groaned Fey as she continued to thrust into Clover. "I still need this!"

"I'm sure you do. There will be no princess, but I am certain these three courtesans will be quite happy to take Magnolia's place, yes?"

The three female centaurs physically shuddered at her words, squirting cloudy streams behind them as their tails flagged into the air. The hormonal scent hanging in the air grew thicker, more intense.

"I— As—As a representative of the finest and most profitable brothel in town, will be very happy to demonstrate precisely why we are the finest and most profitable brothel in town. And uh, v-very happy to be with such a— she-stallio— uh— person of such impressive… stature," spoke one of the female centaurs, the one that had flirtily winked at Fey in the lobby. Blonde hair flowed over her shoulders as she became flustered, body shifting with anticipation. Not a flowing line was out of place or asymmetrical on her physique, and Fey considered that this was perhaps one of the most gorgeous female centaurs she had ever come across, petite, and ripe to be filled with her seed.

"H-Hi, will you…?"

The petite centaur nodded enthusiastically.

"Call me Vese, and I will see to it that you are made comfortable and that your needs are met," she lowered her voice below hearing level and whispered, "and mine."

The effect the centaur's were having on Fey worked both ways of course, and the sheer attraction with which the three beheld Fey left the air almost electrified, barely able to stop themselves from leaping onto what was to them the most alluring 'stud' they could ever have imagined.

Magnolia was not amused.

"Absolutely not! Clover make space for me on the frame, I'm getting on—"

But Fey was already moving. Her lower cock bared and stiff simply demanded it. She reared back from the frame with a squealing Clover on her upper shaft and mounted Vese, slamming Clover down on her back as her lower cock found the gasping centaur girl's rear.

Vese staggered and nearly fell as Fey's great weight came down on her, but she valiantly kept up with shaky legs, keening and squirting harder and more noisily than ever before.

Fey's eyelids fluttered as she sunk deep into the female centaur, and then gasped aloud as the centaur's vice-like insides squeezed down on her lower cock. Vese's frantic squirting splashed against Fey's balls hanging against her back thighs as Fey eased foot after foot of dick into her, even as princess Clover moaned between them.

It felt fucking incredible.

Fey had never had the chance to do it with a member of her own species since acquiring a cock, and the experience left her regretting not seeking out a female centaur sooner. A vaginal passage evolved to take large amounts of centaur dick was simply something else.

Together, the combination of centaur and princess only drove Fey's body to greater heights, and she began a slow delicious sawing into the pair.

The princess was squeezed between, her arms and legs flailing out on either side as she howled into Fey's chest, and the centaur girl below, desperately trying to remain upright as she moaned with each thrust.

Admittedly a touch awkward of a position, but the feeling…

The other two female centaurs cooed with delight and squirted approvingly as they watched Fey move, a slight but long bulge shifting back and forth under Vese's under belly with each stroke.

Magnolia was not pleased by this development.

"Stop that! I demand you stop that immediately and replace this whore with me!" she cried as she watched Fey pound into the two girls.

"C-Can't!" cried Fey as she made the two below her scream and cream.

That was not the answer Magnolia wanted to hear.

"I am a princess! Do you know how many would do anything to bed me? My sister's word is nothing! Nothing! You have to want me! You will want me! I demand that you want me!"

That was true, Fey did want to bed her simply because her heat commanded it. But she also didn't want to offend Amalia, the brusque no nonsense Queen had grown on her. She liked Amalia quite a bit. And besides, Amalia had welcomed her into her nation and then had her heat troubles tended to, it would be rude to not do as she asked… but…

Fortunately, Amalia seemed to recognize the problem.

"I know you want to ease your heat Fey, but I'm sure I can more than make up for my traitorous sister. I'll put out the word, no matter what it takes. I'll ensure you are completely sated, sated until you won't ever want to do it with her," said Amalia confidently.

"T-That works! Then I'll try not do it with P-Princess Magnolia!" Fey managed to blurt out as she humped at the creaking fuck frame.

"What are you gibbering about!?" cried Magnolia. She spread her hands and stared up at Fey, but Fey simply ignored her and continued thrusting.

Getting no response, Magnolia turned on her heel and stormed toward Amalia, already opening her mouth to yell.

Fey decided to focus on what mattered, which was, simply put, to empty her overly full balls, something the other two centaurs in audience appreciated judging by their breathy stares.

The two female centaurs weren't the only ones becoming increasingly agitated by Fey's thrusting into Vese. The male centaur, Percy, was still standing nearby and watching as Fey went to town. His hands curled into fists at his sides as he trembled, his hips jerked instinctively at the air every so often, and his cock slapped up against his barrel. After a minute of this agitated tension he finally lost it and let out a groan as he ejaculated, a slim spurt of cum lancing between his front legs to spatter on the carpet. It seemed the hormone and pheromone laden air was too much for him, unable to handle the sheer mind fogging arousal the three centaur girls were generating.

Apparently he also saw these three as even more of an ego stroking conquest than the nobles, and seeing what Fey was doing to Vese was driving him to distraction.

Good. Fey felt an almost overwhelming sense of domination as she firmly gripped Vese's shoulders and drove foot after foot of dick into her, revelling in the feeling of Vese's body losing it, shaking wildly as orgasm after mind blowing orgasm crashed like a tide upon the petite girl. She went harder and Vese threw her head back and open mouthed screamed, head colliding with Fey's stomach as she squirted like a stoved in barrel. There would be no other for these once she was done with them, no one could ever hope to make them feel this.

With the sound of Magnolia arguing in her ears Fey let out a groan and unloaded into Vese and Clover. Her largest load since arriving at the brothel, she swelled the bellies of both the female centaur and princess. Vese's belly sagged down between her legs as she was filled, even as Fey was pushed up by an expanding princess.

She barely noticed, only able to jerk her hips as she poured her backed up seed into their wombs, marking them as hers forever.

The two other centaur girls cooed at the sight of Vese's heaving belly sagging down between her legs, little shivery trembles of anticipation running through them at the sight of such virility.

They didn't have to wait for long. At the last drip Fey heaved back, dragging her twin spires from their gaping cunts and then stumbling toward them as Vese collapsed to the ground behind her, held up by her cum belly as the princess lay limp as wet cloth on her back, both gaped open and quivering cunts on proud display.

The two centaur remaining courtesans rushed to get into position, slamming flanks together side by side, rears paired and tails flagging up, arms wrapped around each other's waists.

They were ready for her as one, and with a cry Fey mounted them, a helpful Snowdrop diving below to help guide Fey's cocks in, heaving one slightly to the left and the other slightly to the right. The sound of the two moaning low and long as she sunk deep within them was like music to Fey's ears.

She took hold of their shoulders as she fully mounted the smaller girls, her breasts  pressed up against their heads, the both of them struggling, but determined to hold up the sheer weight of Fey on top.

Then, without pause, Fey began to thrust, immediately and relentlessly, her twin medial rings loudly popping in and out of the two girls over and over, eliciting fountainous squirting as their underbellies shifted with the shape of Fey's cocks.

It didn't take long. Just as the noble's before, Fey was on a hair trigger.

"AAHN!!"

Fey cried as her balls rose and she flooded the pair of wombs, their abdomens bowing outward as she pumped, cum filled bellies drooping between legs in a pair of great domes as the girls wailed, clutching at each other for dear life as they rode the mind shattering high.

The problem was, it just wasn't enough.

Fey couldn't fully ejaculate into them as so much of her seed was being snatched away by the syphons.

And worse, this wasn't just another pair of girls, these were centaur like her.

She was failing to properly impregnate her centaur girls.

In front of a male centaur.

…not good.

This was the final straw for Fey's agitated heat, unable to do as was natural, and now this, sent her over the edge. As her ejaculation was tapering off her balls suddenly surged, a second load forcing its way through as Fey gasped aloud, her eyes going wide.

The centaur girls screamed and staggered forward as Fey's cocks became a torrential hose of jizz, blowing out their wombs past their knees as they struggled under the great weight. Their bellies sagged down, pressing between their legs and spilling out together side, preceding up against each other, twinned bloated bellies.

Still, even that wasn't enough to defeat the syphoning, and their growth slowed and came to a stop, just a few inches above the ground, and then on the ground as the two girls lost their battle to remain standing, landing on their cumbellies with a cry.

Fey ley out a small keen of frustration. A heat was a reflection of a body's desire to impregnate. Yes these two would become round with her offspring, clearly, but she wanted more! If a girl wasn't so pregnant  that she couldn't move under her own power then that was clearly a massive failing! A failing that her body was furious about.

Fey turned as she pulled from the two centaur girls, searching for more, precum already splashing across the carpet.

"Me? You are ready for me of course." said Magnolia, roughly shoving aside Amalia as she noticed Fey was done. "It was quite inevitable that you would come to me, begging for it. I saw that look in your eyes as you beheld me. No cowkin could hold it together under such a heat, so I dare say that you didn't stand a chance, especially when a princess such as I is offering. Now, if you would?" Magnolia began pulling apart the sex frame and readying to strap herself in.

"Don't you dare Fey!"

"The heat! It's so strong!" whimpered Fey, taking a step toward the Magnolia.

"She's off limits!"

"But—!"

Percy coughed into his fist to draw their attention. "This establishment won't stand for an illegal act if that is what our Queen deems as illegal. My regular client known as Magnolia and the guest will refrain from each other. If-If the client known as Magnolia is in need then I stand ready!" he said puffing up his chest and turning to the elder princess.

If he hoped that would entice Magnolia away from Fey it was a forlorn hope as the princess glanced Percy over with disdain. Whatever she had seen in him before was as nothing compared to her new found determination to bed Fey.

"You don't have it in you to imprison me Amalia," snapped Magnolia. "Not when she is clearly willing and lacking a partner."

"B-But- it's illegal!" warbled Percy behind her.

"Amalia!" groaned Fey as her balls audibly churned.

Amalia let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes before swiftly turning and storming towards the double doors. With one dramatic motion she flung them wide, the doors slamming back against the walls with a heavy thud.

The group of girls who had been leaning against the doors, their ears pressed against the wood, suddenly found themselves without any support, and they tumbled forward with a shout in a pile four deep, legs and arms flailing from dresses and blouses.

Looking up, they saw Queen Amalia standing over them with her hood flung back and hands on hips. The collective intake of breath and widening of eyes was a sight to see, clearly utterly dumbfounded to find their Queen in a place like this.

"As Queen of this damnable Cowkin Queendom, I call upon all to come to the aid of our nation's guest. Fey here needs our help to defeat a troublesome heat— that means you lot. I will see to it that those who choose to assist will be rewarded handsomely. Do you wish to please your Queen? Do you wish to prove our glorious nation's hospitality?" Amalia flung back her hand to gesture at Fey who was practically dancing on the spot as she tried to control herself. "Then see to it that this centaur is so goddam drained that she will be ejaculating dust for a week!!!"

The pile of girls stared up at her in silence, mouths hanging open, struggling to process their Queen's words.

And then they seemed to grasp what she was saying.

"I-I'll help!" one of them cried out, triggering the rest of the pile to scramble forward. A brothel full of the already horny made for a lot of enthusiastic volunteers it seemed.

Fey was overwhelmed by Cowkin girls and the many exotic courtesans of the brothel in a matter of seconds. The crowd fully surrounded her, creating a barrier between her and princess Magnolia who was staring at the mob with her mouth open and hands spread, her complete outrage clear on her face.

Fey didn't give her another moment's thought as the mob stroked at her body causing her to close her eyes and shudder.

It was an awful lot of stimulation for one on such a hair trigger.

"P-please, I need someone," she whimpered.

The mob grasped what she wanted instantly and they worked together to ready the centaur frame while many more tended to her.

Fey quickly found herself sinking into a fresh pair of Cowkins to her relief, copulating with them, and moving on to the next, all while Princess Magnolia continued to rage in the background.

Not that Fey cared about the elder princess anymore. She was in a heightened state of arousal and after just a few dozen thrusts, she ejaculated into the next pair, which were then promptly replaced. No one minded the speed, even such a short pairing was an utterly overwhelming amount of stimulation for anyone Fey bedded, especially when so many feet of dick was being driven through them. In this manner, she rapidly worked through the nobility and their courtesans, with bellies meters across piling up in the room and being pushed aside by the crowd as they eagerly awaited their turn with Fey, each coming away larger and larger.

It didn't take long before they ran out of space. With the filled piling up on top of each other, swamping the bed, and pressing up against the walls, they were forced to move back the breeding frame while Fey continued to thrust repeatedly into a continuous stream of Cowkins and various species of courtesans, drakes and kins and even a lamia.

With the Queen's permission interest came pouring in, swarming Fey, who rushed to pump her next load into a girl. Left to run free heat grew into a wildfire, consuming her as her balls churned and growled, eager to fill and fill and fill.

As word spread, the mass of female attention grew, and the lobby became crowded with people, the air filling with body heat and the scent of sex. Clothes were discarded in piles en masse as naked girls threw themselves at Fey, sweating in the warmth that was building around them.

Before the yelling churning half naked mob could get completely out of hand however, the three centaur girls managed to finally free themselves from the main bedroom, struggling to move with their cum-filled bellies that brushed the ground. They wobbled and sloshed into the main lobby and quickly organised the ravenous horde, putting those who weren't tending to Fey's balls, or part of the general crowd, into a queue, a queue waiting to be bred.

They didn't have to wait long, given how frequently Fey's hair-trigger ejaculation occurred. Soon, ever-larger cum bellies were piled across the lobby, the mob pushing them and pulling them out the way so that a new pair of sweat-slick naked girls could climb into position on the fuck frame, eagerly spreading their legs for Fey as others helped guide her cocks inside.

Fey lost track of things somewhere along the way, descending once more into a haze of heat-driven breeding with the singular purpose of emptying her overly full balls into as many wombs as possible.

It was only when Vese the centaur patted her side that Fey blinked and looked around.

Most of the lobby was no longer visible due to being buried beneath cum bellies, with only a small patch near the grand entrance free from softly groaning females lying atop their vast wombs, a field of limp girls that hid the furniture and in some cases each other from view.

Yet even this was far from enough for Fey. In fact, her heat had only grown stronger—a forest fire spreading across continents!

She let out a soft whine as her balls churned, emanating intense warmth as the few remaining unfucked girls clung to them, burying their faces against the taut straining surface.

"Ahem, Fey, we, uh, couldn't fit everyone inside, so, uh, things have spilled onto the street. We were just waiting for you to notice."

Fey looked down at the petite Vese, who gazed up at her shyly and bit her lip.

She had apparently grown somewhat accustomed to the weight dragging on her body, that is, her cum-filled belly protruding on each side of her barrel and lightly resting on the floor for support.

"There has been... quite a bit of interest, to say the least. They're calling you the, uh, 'Queen of brothels'."

Fey frowned. "I'm not a Queen of that. I just... need the release. It's too much…"

"I don't think they meant it that way. They're just trying to say the experience is better than anything else any brothel has ever had to offer. I, uh, have to agree with them, despite my, ahem, professional self-regard. I don't think any male or otherwise I've heard of comes close to you, and I would know."

A low rumble emanated from Fey's balls and her cocks twitched.

Vese glanced at the monstrous appendages with alarm.

"We should probably get moving. Queen Amalia informed me that she wanted you kept busy enough that Princess Magnolia would get none of your attention."

"Where is she?"

"Oh, she went ahead for some kind of preparations. She told me to tell you that she is no longer in any danger of being 'deposed' and simply wants to get back at her sister, although I can't say I understand the details of that particular scandal."

"That's nonsense," came a dark mutter.

Fey glanced to the side.

Magnolia stood a few meters away, her hands tightly clenched at her sides as she glared at the dozen naked girls attending to Fey's balls. Apparently, she had watched Fey breed every single last girl in the mansion while being barred from Fey herself.

Judging by the dampness around her nipples on her blouse and her drenched through leggings, it had been hard on the princess to watch, no surprise given how heavy the air was with the scent of raw sex.

The one standing behind her wasn't doing much better. Percy looked more than a little haggard, struggling to comprehend what he had just witnessed Fey do.

Well, it was only going to get even harder for them as Fey felt her heat growing still.

She turned back to Vese.

"So, there are others who are willing to, ahem, help me?"

Vese scratched her cheek and gave a small smile.

"You could say that."

She brushed by Fey and took hold of the manse's front doors. With a shove they swung wide, a wash of fresh summer day's air rolling in to momentarily push back the sex heavy fog.

Fey was given a view of a street packed end to end with the female populace of the town. The giggling and chatter of the crowd died as the door opened, and hundreds of heads turned to see Fey exposed in the daylight, framed by the mansion's doorway.

A pause, and then a great cheer erupted as fists rose into the air and the crowd surged forward. Fey blinked.

"What is this?" she asked, slightly aghast.

"You have quickly become something of a... celebrity, I believe the term is," said Vese with a bemused look. "I've heard you're an adventurer, so you must have heard of such a thing, right? A great adventurer famed for saving people from monsters is a significant event when they come to an isolated town or village, an excuse for a celebration. …Except, in this case, it's, uh, more to do with what you can do in the bedroom. Showing a girl what real sex is like is kind of like saving someone, right?"

Fey certainly didn't know how to feel about that. Her growing fame was admittedly quite nice and stroked her ego, especially as she looked across the happy crowd flooding the streets. But did she really want to be known for really really really great sex instead of what she truly was: an adventurer and a healer?

Not that she had time to ponder the problem for long. Her heart rate spiked as her body became aware of the sea of eager women spread out before her. So many wombs to fill with her seed, so many to claim as her own.

She took a step forward but came to a halt as Vese raised a hand.

"Hang on Fey. Amalia wants us to move along so we aren't blocking the street. One second."

With some difficulty, the three centaur girls helped two of the few remaining courtesans onto Fey's dicks and then led her from the manse.

Vese led the way, pushing the wheeled fuck frame ahead and parting the crowd who looked up at Fey with awe. Fey couldn't help but watch Vese's rear as she walked. The centaur was definitely swaying her hips more than necessary, proudly showing off the gape Fey had left her with.

Behind Fey, an increasingly infuriated Princess Magnolia followed, and behind her an increasingly strained Percy.

The party spilled out from the street end into what Fey realised was the main square of the brothel district, except it was clearly not how it normally was. Fey stared around at the strings of colourful flowers hung from rooftop to rooftop and the festival atmosphere. Steam rose from stalls where spiced and fragrant food was being cooked, and the excitable female crowd wore garlands of bright flowers draped around their necks.

"Is this part of Amalia's plan too?" said Fey in confusion.

"Certainly!" said Amalia, turning from a nearby stall with a sandwich in hand. She was out with her hood down, no longer concerned about her image. The Queen had chosen her course, everything else be damned.

Perhaps she was right; this was certainly one way to undermine her sister. If it was considered improper for the Queen to be improper, then she would simply destroy that consideration by embracing it with her rather improper people.

"This is, of course, part of Magnolia's punishment," she glanced over at a furious looking Magnolia with her arms crossed and lips set in a line, "But I would be remiss if I did not care for my guest, my nation's guest. Any cowkin with a lick of sense perfectly understands a troublesome heat and is happy to aid, in this case, aid intimately, once they see what's in it for them."

Fey looked around at the female filled square, girls laughing as they walked, carrying reams and flowers, and trays of food. One paused by Fey and shyly offered her a great garland of yellow and white flowers.

Fey hesitantly took the thing and placed it over her head, the garland draping delicately over her blouse clad breasts.

"Thank you," she said, pleased with the gift.

The cowkin girl blushed and scurried away, but looked very happy with herself.

"Hmm, see?" said Amalia. "You are the toast of the town, thus I thought it a rather splendid idea to organise things along the lines of a festival. This way, it won't take long to find the bottom of your heat and extinguish it, and thus you won't be tempted by Magnolia and her punishment will remain in place. A simple but effective plan, if I do say so myself," mused Amalia taking a bite of her sandwich.

Fey scratched her cheek. "A, erm, festival dedicated to me? That seems…"

"A Fey festival, yes, and don't worry, we have plenty of festivals, including some dedicated toward fertility, which happen more often than you would think…" She paused and glanced over Fey's heat-swollen balls, intimidatingly large. "Although I suppose in this case you will be taking the place of the entire male side of the festival."

"I see— hrnfff," said Fey as the two female centaurs hauled the pair of now filled cowkins from her pricks, "I suppose if everyone is okay with it, I do really, really need the relief."

"More than okay with it. The mess you left at the dairy only accelerated the good word of mouth of what being with you is like, and a cowkin will rarely pass up on such an opportunity in this nation, as you may have, ah, noticed by the exceptional popularity of our brothels."

As she spoke Vese was putting the breeding frame into place, heaving it up a ramp onto a wooden stage that dominated one end of the square. She locked it into position in the exact center by the very edge, and then with expert control she began rearranging the seats and arms of the complicated frame until it was in a different configuration than previous.

As she had worked some of the more desperate cowkins had been hovering around her, and with a gesture two of them enthusiastically began climbing into the frame.

Amalia tapped her chin as she surveyed the scene. "You know, since it's going to be troublesome enough to keep you from my sister I may as well make something more of this. In fact I will elevate it to a level that surpasses anything this town has ever seen."

Fey raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "What do you have in mind?"

Amalia tilted her head, then seemed to make a decision and turned to the crowd.

"Your Queen offers a challenge," Amalia announced, her voice carrying over the square as the chattering dropped away. "Whoever can satisfy Fey and bring her to the greatest peak will be rewarded handsomely. Or, to put it more bluntly, whoever can fill themselves with the greatest quantity of seed will be elevated to true Nobility by my right as Queen, and claim the title: 'Lady of the Festival'."

The crowd took this in, then after a moment to grasp what she was saying, erupted in cheers, the atmosphere buzzing with anticipation.

It was like they had just been offered a free buffet and combined open bar for the day, truly these cowkin's had an enthusiastic view on lewdness. Fey wasn't sure if it was the reward or the competition itself was what excited the cowkins more.

She watched in bemusement as the many girls, now eager participants, began lining up before her, a new competitive tension amongst them.

Vese, who had finished setting up the breeding frame, approached Fey with a smile. "You know, I wouldn't mind taking part in that if we can go twice. A noble centaur? I do like the sound of being a fancy noble."

Amalia shook her head. "First attempt only, or rather, you can try a second time, but it won't count."

Vese sighed and flipped her hair dramatically but didn't seem put out. "I did think that might be the case, but I am still more than happy to help with your heat, Fey. I'm sure anyone with a lick of sense would be after tasting that once. But for now, we are ready."

She pointed up at the frame set up on the main stage and bolted in place. Two naked cowkin girls lay within it, practically quivering with need.

Fey didn't have to be told twice, and she pushed through the crowd to the ramp, climbed it, and approached the two girls in the frame. Without pause she reared up and slammed her front legs down into the thing with a bang, allowing an easy line up with the two girl's spread thighs.

She closed her eyes and sighed as she sunk into their warmth, the frantic shrieks and squirting orgasms below barely registering to her.

Fey's body responded happily to the sensation of being enveloped by the two cowkin girls. The fluttering tightness and warmth surrounding her sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. It was heavenly, even more so as she could feel their bodies tremble and shake beneath as she began to move, her hips thrusting with a slow primitive rhythm.

She began to fuck the two cowkins. In public. In front of a crowd.

Fey was vaguely aware of how exposed and obscene she was being as she ploughed the pair of squealing cowkins …But it was hard to care under such a heavy lust.

The crowd watched in awe and excitement, their conversation growing louder with each powerful thrust Fey delivered, exclamations over what they were seeing and boasts of what they would do better. Safe to say the atmosphere was electric, charged with an intense mix of desire, anticipation, and competition, as well as the festive atmosphere as the primarily female crowd ate and drank as they watched the entertainment.

As Fey busied herself with heavy breeding, she became vaguely aware of the other cowkin girls in line, eagerly waiting for their turn. They watched her with hungry eyes, their faces flushed as they began to sweat in the summer sun, or perhaps that was their sheer arousal.

It was a sight that both thrilled and overwhelmed her.

Fey's mind was filled with a mixture of emotions. On one hand, she revelled in the pleasure she was providing to the cowkin girls and the satisfaction of fulfilling her own lust. On the other hand, as before, she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that this was not how she wanted to be known. She wanted to be recognized for her skills as an adventurer and healer, not for her sexual prowess. This spectacle of sex would only solidify her name as some kind of promiscuous pleasure stud in this small nation's mind, hell, they might not know she was an adventurer at all!

Worries, concerns, but those thoughts were slowly but firmly pushed to the back of her mind as she focused on her immediate arousal, an arousal heightened by the competitive spirit in the air, building off the crowd.

Fey's movements grew more fervent, her body instinctively seeking its release. She could hear the moans and cries of ecstasy from the cowkin girls beneath her, driving her own pleasure higher. The sensations overwhelmed her, pushing her closer to the edge.

As Fey approached climax, she couldn't help but steal glances of the petite Vese who stood nearby, watching with a deep need, her tail flagged up in the air as she squirted over the cowkin standing behind her who cried out in surprise.

There was a part of her that longed for Vese's touch, to feel the familiar connection of centaurhood they shared. But breeding fresh pussy took precedence in a heat.

With one final, powerful, thrust, Fey succumbed, her body convulsing as it tensed up hard. The cowkin girls beneath her climaxed in unison, their cries blending with Fey's own moans of satisfaction.

The result was swift and dramatic. The two girl's bellies ballooned with thick sloppy horse cum, wombs racing past pregnant with triplets size and surging out with each kegel-clenching load of breeding batter dumped into them.

Vese had been smart about the centaur frames restructuring. The two girls held within were held at an angle to each other with their fronts facing toward the ground also at an angle so that when their cum bellies swelled they pressed together side by side as they massed outward from the front of the frame. Each surge of jizz added a foot or more of size to the soft shape of their abdomens that spilled down from the front of the stage and reached down to the cobble square below where they continued to gain mass.

The muffled wet GLLRSHH of load after load being pumped into ravenous wombs echoed across the square to the audience's stunned amazement. It was one thing to hear stories of what Fey could do to a girl, entirely another to witness such mind boggling virility in person.

Fey's eyelids fluttered as the last drip squeezed free, leaving the two cum drunk cowkins with cum bellies the size of carriages.

There was a moment of quiet disbelief.

Then the crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers, celebrating the climax and the opening of the festival. Fey slowly withdrew from the spent cowkin girls, a sense of satisfaction and relief washing over her. She glanced around, taking in the excited faces and the even more festive air. So many pretty female faces looking up at her with such thirst, so many who had yet to experience a true orgasm, she only hoped she could give them what they wanted.

Judging by her raging heat the answer to that was yes, and then some.

There was no shortage of help to free the cum-stuffed girls, and even as the pair were rather mortifyingly rolled aside (not that they seemed to mind in their blissful state), another pair stripped naked and threw themselves into the frame, ready for Fey to ease into them a moment later.

Soon, their cries echoed across the square, and the festival got into full swing.

There were, of course, a lot of females in attendance. Several hundred crammed into the square and spilling into the side streets alone. But that also meant that there was a lot of waiting before they had a chance with Fey.

It wasn't surprising, then, that many took advantage of the festival being held in the brothel district, and cowkins could be seen bent over tables as male courtesans pounded away at their rears, even as others ate at the tables or got in a quick breast milking with portable milking devices. There was even a full-blown orgy in one part of the square.

Others experimented with Fey's gifts, having brushed by her as many did while they waited their turn, exploring their newly found elasticity and sensitivity with fingering, fisting, and more. The opportunity to touch Fey was in just as much demand as being fucked once word spread of the effects, and a scuffle broke out around Fey's rear as dozens fought to simply touch her.

In fact, the area around Fey was so packed that Fey was having trouble finding space to hump. There wasn't a single moment where a dozen girls weren't clinging to her balls, and more, they had even taken to putting garlands of flowers on them! And on her back and around her waist too!

Fey almost felt like some kind of fertility goddess so covered in summer flowers, such was the worship of her body.

She also felt like she was going to put a fertility goddess to shame.

That is, her heat wasn't being sated at all. In fact, it only seemed to grow, a planetary fire that raged across mountains and continents and oceans. The NEED was indescribable; all she knew was that she had to breed, breed, BREED!

She groaned as she ejaculated unending rivers into the latest squealing pair of girls, a drake courtesan and a cowkin, the two clinging onto each other for dear life as their bellies rolled outward, feeling immense impregnation take hold within their wombs.

These two were made the largest yet, twice the size of carriages. Yet that was as nothing to the crowd who determinedly hauled the pair away, a sort of instinctive organisation forming as cumflated girls were pushed and rolled into side streets away from the square.

There were always enough volunteers of course, because as Fey went through pair by pair, more girls would arrive in the square as word of the Fey Festival spread, word of the she-stallion goddess.

Amalia looked on with pursed lips as the latest cowkin girl was rolled aside by the crowd, her belly touching either side of the street she was pushed down.

It was... more than a little alarming that Fey hadn't slowed down even slightly and was only producing more and more seed with each girl who stepped up to bed her. Many of those who had been in attendance at the start of the festival had been rolled out, left in some side street to happily bask in the sun in their well-fucked state. Yet, despite so many having taken their turn, the square was somehow far more packed than it had been when they had begun. In fact, the festival had spilled out into the other squares of the brothel district and even beyond as word spread and more and more cowkins were drawn like moths to a flame, many just touching Fey then finding space to wait their turn and experiment.

Her subjects had taken to the festival with faaar more enthusiasm than she had expected. It was... extremely popular, to say the least.

She watched as the bellies of the next pair expanded outward, another record breaker fighting to win the contest, the two cowkins wiggling furiously below Fey as they attempted to milk her for all the seed they could.

That was... a lot of cum...

She half wondered if she hadn't made some kind of terrible mistake.

But then she caught sight of the traitorous bitch.

Magnolia.

She felt a snarl come to her face just looking at her pompous, backstabbing sister.

She had always been a political animal, one who enthusiastically took part in the backroom conniving of the before times... but Amalia had never thought she would do such a thing to family.

Snowdrop had told her everything. Her clearly guilt-ridden youngest sister had been barely holding the secret back. The life-changing experience of Fey had simply tipped her over the edge and she had blurted out all of Magnolia's misdeeds to her.

There had been a lot of misdeeds.

Perhaps a ban from Fey was a mild punishment for such betrayal.

Her gaze dropped down, noticing for the first time that Magnolia had her hand beneath her leggings and was furiously fisting herself at the table she was seated at. It seemed she had somehow managed to sneak a touch of Fey too at some point and was experimenting for herself. No doubt that would only drive her carnal desire for Fey to even higher peaks, indeed, she cried out as her cream leggings darkened with a wash of her juices, her breasts lactating so much that milk was flooding through her blouse.

Perhaps a ban was not a mild punishment on second thought.

Magnolia was genuinely infatuated with bedding Fey, that was clear. Not only did she have a penchant for centaurs, but being told "NO" as a rather spoiled princess only made her want it much, much more.

Either way, she intended to make her sister starve for cock, and so she set about funnelling any interested female attention toward the bottomless pit that was Fey.

...which turned out to be a lot of female attention.

Hers was hardly a nation of prudes, and soon they were struggling to fit cum filled girls down streets and had to be pushed against the edges of the square.

Fortunately, Amalia had planned for such an eventuality. The wooden stage had been made with hidden wheels beneath so it could be wheeled inside when it rained. Thus, it became far easier for the crowd to simply push the stage with Fey on it away from the latest cum belly.

Starting at one end, the square began to steadily fill, womb after womb filled to the size of a house. Great arcing bellies of smooth skin pressed up side by side as the crowd retreated with Fey on the stage, now heavily decorated with flowers.

And then they were leaving the square behind as it was filled end to end with cum belly, leaving a trail of street blocking cumbellies instead.

Amalia noted to her slight alarm that there wasn't any stopping the mob at this point. A genuine competitive spirit had been lit in them, and they each wanted to take a crack at the massive centaur.

Thus, the parade wheeled into the next square, and the next.

The next square filled faster, and with fewer needed to fill it as girls became ever larger. Like that the parade left a trail of blockages throughout the town, with streets and squares filled end to end.

Yet, even that was only a small portion of the sheer number of females waiting their turn now, the demand for Fey becoming fierce, demand far out stripping supply.

Fey herself felt like she was in breeding heaven, not even having to move as new girls eagerly thrusting themselves on her shafts, desperately milking at her in an attempt to get her to cum the hardest. There was always more wombs to fill, ever more to hyper impregnate, and better yet, she could just about see the very beginnings of her heat starting to wane.

Freedom from being so absurdly horny was on the horizon.

She would have been happy to stay like that then. Slowly extinguishing her heat once and for all. But a noise caught her attention— a gasp and the slap-slap of hips colliding nearby.

She blinked and opened her eyes, her thrusts slowing as she started to pay attention to her surroundings once more.

She was in an unfamiliar part of town, a particularly large square tiled with a grand mosaic of some ancient cowkin Queen and surrounded by colourful painted buildings. Somewhere along the way the mobile stage she stood upon had been covered in colourful summer garlands, giving it the appearance of an impromptu parade float.

The festival had come with her, tables, chairs, and stalls wheeled or carried along as they moved from square to square.

Of course, someone else had come along with them— two someones, specifically.

Amongst the rows of tables and reveling orgies was a certain male centaur named Percy, and beneath said centaur was a gasping princess… Princess Magnolia.

"Oh, you finally noticed those two troublemakers?" said a voice to her side, Vese. The petite centaur had stayed with her the whole time, ensuring the girls crowded on the stage didn't become too enthusiastic. "I get the impression she's trying to make you jealous…"

Magnolia grunted in a very unprincessy way as Percy's hips clapped against her rear, her belly visibly bulging with his cock. She looked up at Fey and gave her a very awkward wink that was probably supposed to be an attempt at flirting.

Fey barely noticed her, instead her eyes drawn toward Percy, the centaur's thrusts, his impressive manhood stretching out the princess.

Her body grasped one thing.

Her rival was breeding.

With an eye fluttering groan she hilted to the base inside of the two cowkins she was currently inside of and ejaculated. Hard.

The two cowkins screamed themselves silly as they were made the largest yet, their bellies ballooning outward with centaur cum as she poured herself into them, their dual house sized guts filling the space in front of the stage.

"Oh wow," breathed Vese, "I should have mentioned those two sooner, they really get you riled up, which— eep!"

Vese made a noise as Fey dragged herself free from the two cowkins in one motion and the same motion mounted Vese, her front knees coming down on her back. Vese's cumbelly brushing ground and sticking out either side of her barrel wobbled and sloshed with the impact.

"I- I think this won't count toward me winning the festival!" Vese managed to squeak as the tips of Fey's cocks slapped against her thighs.

"I know." growled Fey and thrust forward.

Vese was petite, but still a centaur— a centaur Fey had previously fucked, which meant she was already stretched out and shaped by Fey's immensity. By a fluke chance, Fey's lower cocktip caught on Vese's large clit just as the upper shaft slapped down on top, perfectly aligning them with Vese's gape as Fey heaved forward.

Vese's pussy was momentarily put under intense pressure only for it to begin spreading further than ever before a moment later, an unending fountain of lubricant combining with her body's elasticity and Fey's raw strength to part her.

Her pussy lips slipped and then slid over the cock tips in a rush, labia becoming paper-thin as it strained around not one, but both of Fey's log-like five foot long dicks, her stomach bulging out in a long line below her barrel as Fey sunk into her depths.

Vese slapped her hands to her cheeks and squealed out as she felt herself reshape around the dual spires, the indescribable feeling of Fey's perfect cock washing over her not once but twice over, doubling up on the wondrous sensation. Her passage rippled around the two shafts in response, eagerly drawing Fey deeper, deeper until her cervix was kissing up against the tips and then parting, becoming thin as it made way.

Of course, there was a small flaw with such double penetration, and Vese went cross-eyed as she felt the countless gallons of seed pressurised within her womb suddenly find an escape, the space between Fey's cocks, a path outside.

"N-Nuuu!" she keened as Fey's cum previously left within her shot through her vaginal passage and exploded from around Fey's cocks, "It's coooooming oooout!"

Fey leaned down so her mouth was by her ear.

"That's nothing compared to how much of my seed I am about to fill you with." she purred.

Vese shuddered violently at the promise, her swollen clit winking as she explosively squirted, spraying down Fey's legs.

"P-please," she begged, voice breaking, "Fucking fuck me! Breed meeee!!!"

The words seeped into Fey's mind. To another centaur, she truly would be 'breeding' her, as that was the norm, albeit a norm Fey had long left behind.

She didn't have to ask again as Fey was already moving, easing in and out of her straining entrance, exploring the strange yet wondrous feeling of being doubly inside a girl's vagina, the tightness of it .

"Oh g-gods!" gasped Vese as she went cross eyed with pleasure.

White seed gushed and sprayed around Fey's hips as she drove herself home with each thrust, sloppy seconds of her own creation.

"T-Too much! Too MUCH!" gasped Vese as her body sang beneath her alpha.

*Slam*, gushh~

"Hnnff! But it's— sooo gewdddd!"

*Splap*

"F-Fuck it!— go faster, p-please!!"

Fey couldn't help a fierce smile coming to her face, showing her teeth as Vese begged for more. She was always happy to give her girls more, so much more, and her hips became a rippling mass of muscle as she slap-slammed home with a wet sound every second into a now shrieking Vese. Gallons of cum exploded around her hips with every thrust and splattered over the hoard of cowkins pressing up around them, much to their delight. The girls eagerly scooped the seed into their mouths or lapped it from each other, the mass of femininity eagerly descending into every greater depravity centered on their dominating stud.

They didn't have to wait long before they got more of the substance. Fey's thrusts became jerky as she neared her peak and then went over top.

With a cry she hilted in Vese and exploded into her womb, pumping countless gallons into her despite the magical syphoning effect and escapage as seed slipped between her cocks.

The area behind Vese's hips instantly became a torrent of horse spunt that overflowed from Vese's pussy and shot in every direction, spraying down the crowd of naked revelers and flooding between them in a moment. White poured down every side of the stage like a waterfall and flowed across the square to the crowd's amusement.

The air became thick with the smell of centaur cum.

Not that anyone was complaining.

As Vese swelled with Fey's seed, she lost her footing. Fortunately, they were near the edge of the stage, and she slipped forward, her belly coming down on the cobblestones and preventing the stage from being crushed beneath her as Fey continued to ejaculate with both cocks into her womb.

In the end, she barely surpassed those who had gone before, rising then sinking back as cum continued to spill out no matter how hard she tried to squeeze the pair of cocks in her passage

Fey pulled out as she decreased in size to avoid falling from the stage, removing both lengths from Vese's now cavernous pussy. Her stretched-out cervix struggled to close as cum poured out in a river from her expansive gape.

Vese whimpered as she lay flopped over her belly, and after a moment, she managed to shakily raise her head.

Percy was standing before her with his hands on his hips. He was no longer humping Princess Magnolia but stood in the pool of cum that filled the square, staring directly at Vese.

"Vese." said Percy, "Do you really think you'll have a place in the brothel after this? Look what she's done to your body! No male will be able to feel a thing, hell I won't be able to feel a thing!"

Vese smiled and wiggled her hips atop her cum belly. Her cervix had mostly closed so only a bucket full of cum slopped from her ruined cunt.

"You underestimate your own size Percy, I've had more than a few comments about how you left me from the clients. Hmm, but with the right kegeling technique it's simply not a problem, especially not for a skilled courtesan."

"Impossible! Your body is— you're shaped to her!"

"You'll just have to put up with it!" snapped back Vese, "You don't know how it feels, for all your boasting about your prowess it's— It's— hnff, I've never felt anything like it, not from you, not from anyone! if the cost of that is you struggling to fill me then so be it! Fey has shown me the light, shown me something way better! Haven't you, Fey?"

She turned her head to see Fey awkwardly trying to load a pair of fresh squirming cowkins into the centaur frame.

"Uhhhhhh…" said Fey, distracted and not listening. "Yes…?"

"See! So you can damn well put up with it Percy. If you need it that bad, then I have my techniques, as any girl who knows her own body does. Hmpph."

"I could fit my head inside! How could you possibly—"

"I'll be fine! I just, uh, need the right technique is all, uhm…" she frowned and concentrated, kegeling hard.

Her massively gaped open pussy clenched and pulled in as she strained her powerful internal muscles. For a moment it seemed she might tighten up, but then she fell back, too soon having taken Fey's monstrous size with no time to recover.

Percy scowled.

"Oh stop moaning. Who do you think is going to be most in demand after Fey after all this? Yeah. You. The above average centaur."

"It's not the same." muttered Percy, crossing his arms and sulking.

It was Vese's turn to scowl. "You've had it too good treating all of us as your bit of fluff! Spoiled is what you've become, you're as bad as any of those bratty cowkin nobles!"

"I am not a—! I'm— You know what? Fine." He drew in a deep breath to calm himself, then a bitter smile came to his face. "I wouldn't even be speaking to you if I hadn't been asked to, but then when an important client makes a request of us it is bad for business to say no, hmm?"

"Wait, what are you saying?" frowned Vese.

Percy didn't say anything but glanced behind her.

Vese turned her head, following his gaze to see the heaving festive crowd on the stage covered in flowers and cum. It took her a moment to realise something was amiss. There was someone fully clothed forcing their way through, someone who reached out as Fey thrust into the current pair of cowkins.

Princess Magnolia used both hands and took hold of the giant pink rubber dildo base plugging Fey's pussy, and in one surprisingly strong motion, she heaved backwards.

The long dildo resisted but then shot free, Fey's squeezing accidentally pushing it out. Magnolia lost her balance, not expecting such a quick removal,and fell backwards as her hands went over her head, accidentally flinging the pink rubber dildo away.

It crashed into the crowd behind and instantly vanished as opportunistic cowkins grabbed it.

"Oh Gods!" cried Fey as she went cross eyed and instantly ejaculated into the two cowkins.

Magnolia shoved aside naked and half-naked cowkins and struggled back to her feet.

"I knew it!" she crowed triumphantly. "A cowkin trick used to quell a heat, to have a toy inserted beneath clothing as you go about your day-to-day. It seems I was right about you using the same trick, and now you cannot." She smiled. "Which means you have no choice but to bend me over and—"

"Sister!" came a livid voice, and Magnolia turned to see a furious Queen Amalia forcing her way onto the stage, pushing aside reveling girls.

"You can't stop me anymore! And more importantly, you can't stop her!" laughed Magnolia, gesturing at Fey as the two cowkins she was ejaculating into became far larger than any before.

Fey backed up as she finished and turned. She looked near rabid, huge spurts of precum coming from her heavily vein-riddled cocks every few seconds as her balls churned behind, chest rising and falling as she panted.

Magnolia spread her arms in welcome.

"And now she will simply choose to bed me. Bed me, Fey, and I shall show you what a true princess of the realm is capable of."

Fey took a step toward her, breathing hard, already reaching for the princess.

She was about to take hold of her, to lift and place her in the frame, when out of nowhere, Queen Amalia launched herself from the churning crowd and spear-tackled her sister in the solar plexus.

One moment, the smiling smug princess was standing with arms wide in welcome, and the next she was folded around Amalia's shoulder as she was sent flying through the air, launched off the stage, and sent tumbling through the packed square.

Fey paused and blinked, staring at the spot where there had just been a rather attractive cowkin with six boobs offering herself to her. One moment she had been there, and then the next she was gone.

Odd.

The question of where she had vanished to only bothered her for half a moment however, as the now sun-like furnace of her heat overwhelmed all thought, and many other cowkins leapt into her spot, offering themselves instead.

She grabbed two of them and slammed them into position on the frame.

Then she really began to breed.

She had a nation to impregnate.

—

As Fey unleashed a storm of sexual fury, drawing in more and more people, Amalia engaged in a battle with her sister.

There was no one to help her; the servants who could have assisted were currently clogging the streets of her town. It was up to Amalia herself and her raw strength alone.

She hadn't been called the country bumpkin princess for nothing.

With a cry, she grabbed her sister by the shoulders and heaved, tossing her back into the crowd as she tried to escape towards Fey.

"Get off of me!" cried Magnolia, utterly outraged at being manhandled in such an unprincess-like manner.

"No, you silly cow. You thought exacerbating her heat would lead you to her attention, and admittedly you were right. But if you want her, you'll have to go through me first!"

Amalia stomped forward, her six-bosom-clad chest colliding with her sister's. There was a mesmerising amount of wobbling and jiggling as the two royals clashed.

"You treat me like some lustful sow?" hissed Magnolia. "I am a princess! A princess of our nation, and I always get what I want!"

"Not this time, Mags," growled Amalia, thrusting her chest against her sister and causing her to stumble back, essentially bullying her with her larger chest size. "Sitting around all day sipping tea with no physical exercise, you are weak! weak in body and weak in mind! After all this I'm going to make you go on a ten league marathon run with me and then we're going to camp and hunt and live off the land for an entire month!"

Magnolia's expression turned to utter horror upon hearing that.

"You wouldn't dare!!"

"Just watch me. Now come 'ere!"

Amalia battled her sister, slowly pushing and shoving her further away from Fey, through the packed streets and into other squares, which were also crowded due to the town-wide festival.

It seemed that most of the potentially intrigued populace had touched Fey at this point, as open displays of exploration and affection were rampant. Amalia didn't have much time to notice, however, as she fought her sister through gutter and alley, getting her into headlocks until she escaped, royals reduced to a street brawl.

Sometimes Magnolia managed to slip from her grasp, darting down side streets as Amalia pursued her. But with removal of the dildo Fey had entered a breeding frenzy that surpassed all previous encounters, and the streets they backtracked through were often now blocked forcing Magnolia to search for a different path back to Fey.

Combined with Amalia's efforts, slowly but surely, Amalia was worn down. She couldn't reach Fey and struggling to free herself from her heavier and stronger sister was truly tiring.

After what felt like several hours of this, Amalia found herself sitting atop her sister, who was panting and gasping against the ground, pinned in place by Amalia's weight.

The horny princess was exhausted, and after a feeble attempt to push Amalia off, she flopped back in defeat.

"Fuh... Fuck you, Ams," she managed to gasp out between breaths. "It's not fair... I'd make a better Queen than you..."

"Would you? You can't even control your desire around Fey."

Magnolia frowned and opened one eye. "Wait... I know you've slept with her before, so you should want her even more than me! How can you be so calm?"

"Oh, I absolutely want to throw her into my bed and ravish that little morsel. But I won't."

"What? H-How?"

Amalia tilted her head and smiled. "The will of a Queen."

BOOM!

The smile dropped from Amalia's face as a loud noise came from over the rooftops.

She frowned.

"What was that?" said Magnolia.

"I'm… not sure…"

She glanced around. Many in the crowded square had taken to watching the royal sisters scuffle as part of the festival's entertainment, but even they were glancing around in confusion.

"Hey! She must have missed!" came a cry from the edge of the crowd.

It didn't take long to see what they were talking about, a rising tide of seed a few inches high rushed across the square, splashing against the cowkins' ankles and around Magnolia's body like a tide.

Amalia looked down.

Her eyes suddenly went very round.

"Don't tell me… she's filled all of it?!?"

"Wha- what are you saying?" mumbled Magnolia as she glanced around at the shallow spill of cum that washed against her body and flooded around.

"I had to find somewhere to put it all while her heat was dealt with, so I, uh, hooked her up to my transmission milking pumps, and then, uh, yours, and, uhm, snowdrops, and clovers, and then, uh, all of the noble's pumps too…"

Magnolia frowned. "You've been milking her of her… seed? This entire time?"

"Almost all of her seed, in fact. The bit that escaped up here was only the dregs; everything else was being sent into the grand underground milk reservoirs."

CRASH!

The wall of a nearby building collapsed, and the cum that had filled the room to the ceiling behind it flooded out.

It was Magnolia's turn for her eyes to go round.

"She— She filled all that… but that's… impossible!"

"Apparently not. Not now that you fully unleashed her heat you foolish sister of mine. She has filled our nation's reservoir to pressurised capacity, and once the reservoir is filled beyond its pressurised capacity, it has but one option to prevent it from breaking apart."

"What?"

"To use every single last milking nozzle in our nation as an emergency vent."

Magnolia looked up at her sister with her mouth hanging open as the windows blew out in every building around the square, centaur cum waterfalling from every opening and doorway.

—

Fey found herself in a kind of hazy paradise, a procession of unending ejaculation and orgasm, her diamond-hard cocks an undying source of pleasure as broodmother after eager broodmother presented themselves.

It was never enough, of course. No matter how many squealing, happy, joyful cowkins she filled with her seed, the world eating flames of her heat only became stronger, leaving every girl a little larger, a little more pregnant.

It was only when shouts of alarm filled the air that she noticed something was amiss.

She blinked and looked around to find that what had once been a square in the middle of a cheery summer festival had now become some kind of impromptu pool party. The space was flooded up to the cowkin's chests with a familiar white substance. The strange thing was that the substance wasn't coming from her, but from every building and home that surrounded the square. Judging by her view of a nearby street, now a river, it was coming from every building in the entire town.

This, of course, made absolutely zero sense to her, but the cowkins seemed to be adapting well, at least going by how they splashed around and played.

Not enough to worry about then in her heat-addled state. She got back to thrusting into the latest pair and came a moment later.

She immediately noticed something was wrong. She came, and for the first time in a long while, she truly came.

She let out a groan as her ejaculation became a torrent that roared into the cowkins. No longer was her seed being stolen away from her brood mares; the cowkins she was inside were left to take the full brunt of it. An ejaculation that now encountered zero resistance. The syphoning milers paired to her cocks had been disconnected.

The two girls screamed as their bellies rolled outward, rapidly overshadowing the paddling crowd. The crowd began to make noises of alarm as the pair of cum bellies continued to grow past their usual stopping point.

Not that they had long to be alarmed, as the great double mass of cum belly displaced the lake of cum filling the square it sent out a tidal wave of seed in every direction, carrying the yelling crowd along with it.

Larger and larger, the two girls expanded, filling the massive square with their wombs alone, all while pushing out anyone else in a flood of Fey's semen.

As she finished, Fey was left hanging onto the frame as the girl's sheer size ripped it from the now empty stage and carried it into the air. With difficulty, she managed to pull free and dropped back, falling onto the cum belly of a girl nearby.

She struggled to her hooves and looked around, then finding herself more or less alone, let out a sigh of horny frustration. The pair of girls she had just filled rose overhead, vast shapes that utterly dwarfed all those who had come before and shadowed the streets around. It wasn't hard to see that these two would be winning the contest, although which of the two she didn't know, they were the same size. Amalia probably hadn't thought that part through...

Either way, that was not a problem for her. What was a problem were the still raging fires of her heat that caused her such agitation.

It was no good, she needed more, more breeding.

She staggered forward, climbing the mass of belly, then slipping across to the next, the cum bellies were squeezed together so that it was easy to cross from one to the other with only a small gap between.

Like that, she made her way from the square, climbing over the rooftops and bellies, looking for someone, anyone, but wherever she looked down into the streets, there was only a river of cum, all of the cowkins washed away.

She shivered, the tension of her arousal like a violin string on her nerves. Such incredible desire was far from healthy. She could simply fuck those who had gone before, but that would do little if anything to deal with her heat compared to an unsown womb.

"Anyone! Help!" she cried out.

No one answered.

But then, a shout and a waving arm, and Fey rushed across the rooftops, finding herself by the town's grand outer walls.

"What the hell did you do to my town?" cried Amalia from atop the wall.

Fey didn't answer but hurried up the steps, the town coming into full view for the first time as she rose above the rooftops.

The town was drowning in seed and cum bellies, the remaining citizens having climbed the rooftops to escape the tide like castaway sailors.

"Uhh..."

Amalia rolled her eyes. "I would be quite annoyed with you if you hadn't also happened to save my crown, intentional or not. Still, this mess is... a lot... I do hope that you have had enough... Ah?"

Fey trotted on the spot and made a frustrated sound.

"Really?! More?!"

"Amalia!" whined Fey as precum oozed from her cock tips.

Amalia slowly closed her mouth, struggling to comprehend the centaur before her.

"Fine, God knows I've waited patiently enough. Had it not been inconvenient, I would have dragged you to my bed within minutes of your appearance. Now, Fey, come here and spend the rest of your heat with ME."

She grabbed hold of her blouse in one fist and with one powerful motion ripped it from herself, buttons scattering across the stone walkway in a rain of clattering as an immense amount of bra clad triple cleavage spilled free.

Fey groaned as she took in the sight of Amalia, then shuddered as the attractive Queen wiggled her hips and dropped her shorts and panties, flicking them from her bare toes.

She gave Fey a sly wink before turning and bending over in the crenellations of the wall, her indecently round rear perked up in the air, presenting herself to Fey.

She didn't have to be told twice. Fey rushed forward and slammed her front hooves down on the stone on either side of the Queen, her cocks excitedly splashing precum over her exposed ascheeks, each so round and taut that you could bounce a coin off them.

"You know I saw what you did to Vese," purred Amalia as she reached behind. "I want all of you too, Fey, give me something worthy of a Queen."

Fey was happy to do as asked, of course, adjusting her hips as Amalia guided her lower cock to press against her lower lips. But her patience could only last so long. With a cry, she thrust forward into the Queen.

Amalia's puss clenched then relaxed, doing its best to spread wide and welcome not one but both of Fey's massive log-like dicks into its depths.

Perhaps an impossibility for even those touched by Fey, but one already well-bred? Queen Amalia's cunny had already been plundered by Fey in Draconica, left in a permanently gaped and ruined state fitting for Fey's immensity so that no male would ever be capable of truly pleasing her.

Amalia knew very well having tried and found nothing that could satisfy her gaping pussy after the infamous centaur.

Since that was the case, why not take ALL of what Fey had to offer? It wasn't like anything else could come close, it was Fey or pale imitations.

With a grunt, she thrust herself back, greedy for dick, greedy to be filled and stretched beyond reason once more, greedy for Fey's seed to dome her belly and cause her breasts to grow larger still in response.

Fey was very desirable after all.

She gripped the stone wall and with a cry, squeezed her perky rear onto the dual cocktips, pitching and shifting her hips, using the angles and shapes of the heads to spread her pussy further and further. She pressed her back up against Fey's barrel as she worked for it, catching her labia on the lower tip before raising her hips and catching the upper tip, then rocking her hips side to side to inch her pussy outward. Until the slick wet surface began to work with her. She eased inexorably back, straining her loose cunt lips to take both shafts, until with a lurid slop, her labia eased around the tips both hard cocks pressed tight together.

"Oh FUCK!" Amalia screamed as the pair of tips scraped across her strained inner walls eliciting orgasm from just the touch. She bit her lip, scrunched her eyes tight and hung on for dear life as her legs became jelly, her broad thighs shaking madly as she lay across the crenellation, already a puddle of her abundant excitement forming around her ankles.

It was too much and not enough at the same time, and she let out a keen as the pair of cock tips slammed against her womb door before then squeezing through, her breasts parting as her belly pushed out with double cock.

Her pussy worked, clenching down with far more skill than any of those who had tried for the festival win, her whole body set to the task of milking centaur dick.

She didn't have to try very hard as Fey leaned into her, feet of dick easing past her spread labia, her belly doming out further. A long blissful moan escaped her lips, raw feminine appreciation of their bodies reunited at last.

She was complete once more.

Her alpha had returned.

A soft cry spilled from her as Fey's cock flexed, a gush of precum flooding her womb, the hot liquid lubricant spilling back around Fey's cocks and out her cunny, spilling down her quivering thighs, her inward pointing knees, and down her shins to roll through her curled toes.

It felt amazing, but for a Queen such leakage was unacceptable, and so Amalia flexed her body, squeezing herself down onto Fey's dicks and tightening up her entrance as much as possible.

The flow cut off. Mostly.

It would hold for now at least, as she felt Fey's peckham begin to fill her belly.

"G-Go!" she managed to get out. "I can't hold this forever!"

Fey moved.

Ruthlessly.

With such a heat roaring in her ears, all sensibility was deafened, and Fey thrust her hips like a wild animal rutting her mate, backs arching as she concentrated on sawing nearly five feet of doubled up dick into Queen Amalia's incredibly tightly stretched vagina.

"OWHHhGHAWWDD!!" came the Queenly cries from beneath as Fey rampaged at her pussy, running roughshod over any physical limits, unleashing chaining hyper orgasm as over sensitive flesh was stimulated beyond all comprehension.

Each slam home sent Amalia's rotund rear and things wobbling madly along with her triple chest resting on the stone, her finger nails clawed at the wall as her mouth hung open saliva dangling rom her lip, a helpless mare before her stud, her body quivering jelly, and it was so fucking good!

"FEEEY!!!" screamed Queen Amalia as she fell in love with Fey's dicks all over again, squirting madly over and over as her world became nothing but extreme female ecstasy. "FEEEEEY!!!" she screamed once more, legs kicking wildly at Fey's backlegs, toes splayed as her eyes rolled up in her head.

She was a sweat covered flailing mess, a pile of quivering fuck jelly, and she loved every single second of it.

A composed and dignified Queen? That had never been her. No, she was a slut for dick, a connoisseur of cock, and she craved nothing more than to be sent into screaming orgasm by her alpha stud.

Something that Fey was more than capable of.

"MOAAAR!!" she howled into her chest as thunderstorms of pleasure rocked her body and mind.

Fey gave her more.

"MOAAAR!! MOAAAR!!" she screamed, tongue reaching from her mouth as her milk sprayed from her six nipples, her body in full meltdown as she crested yet another mountainous cluster orgasm.

Fey snarled and brutally hammered her hips at the complaining broodmare. She wanted more? Fine. Then she would leave this Queen a gibbering cock addled mess.

Fey's hips became a blur as she put to task her absurd strength, pistoning in and out of Amalia's now swollen red pussy like a machine, her hips slapping home against slapped red ass cheeks with a wet smack-smack-smack, each ravaging thrust sending precum and pussy juice spraying out meters in every direction, each thrust sending Amalia's rising howl up an octave, driving her into an orgasmic shrieeeek as her legs kicked wildly at the air, a Queen in full bloom.

It was a lot for Amalia, her body made temple to dick and orgasm, but in turn it was also a lot for Fey, and she soon found herself cresting her own peak.

"Oh nuu!" groaned Fey. She had gotten some idea of what her balls would produce after so long, and what was coming was simply far beyond anything that had come before.

Fey felt her spirit practically leave her body as she dug her fingers into the stone crenelations, eyes rolling up as her balls clenched and lifted up her rear as she unleashed what she had been holding back for far too long.

Queen Amalia's belly blimped outward in an instant, taut as a drum womb barely keeping up with the lakes of horse cum roaring into her defenceless body.

"NOOO IT'S COMING OUT AHNN!!!" scream Amalia as seed shot out from behind, escaping from the gap and lancing into the air.

Fey snarled and pressed her hips up hard against Amalia's rear. With the combined tightness of amalia's pussy and the sheer pressure Fey could exert the escaping seed tapered off. What little did escape formed a flood of cum that washed across the top of the wall and waterfalled down into the lake of seed that was the town.

But that was far from enough to even remotely slow the scale of seed being stuffed into Amalia's burgeoning body. She howled and clawed at her belly as it expanded before her, spilling down the wall where it touched upon the grass before rolling outward across the plain, gaining meters at a time, a rumbling earth shaking titan of a cum belly that flattened grass and flowers as it expanded without end, lakes and lakes of horse cum pouring into the Queen.

It wasn't long before the royal mass was rising above Fey's head as Amalia became larger than a mansion, then much larger.

By the time she was done, Amalia's belly cast a shadow over the town and reached nearly to the gates of the palace.

It occurred to Fey that Amalia had never intended to crown a winner of the festival, because she had expected to win herself. And she was right. She clearly had.

She shivered as the last drip was pushed into the vast mass that was Queen Amalia, even as cum continued to seep from around her hips. Her heat was sated, a burned-out ember, perhaps not gone forever, but so tamped down that it felt like the most incredible relief.

She was done.

"Oh Feeeey! Cooey!" came a voice, and Fey flinched, turning her head slowly to see someone in the distance skipping their way along the wall towards her.

Magnolia.

Now in a better frame of mind, she really did not want to do it with the traitorous and spoiled sister of Amalia. In fact, she didn't want to be near her, let alone sleep with her!

She struggled backwards as Amalia continued to moan into her monumental belly. Her flaccid cocks slopped free from her gaping ruined cunt in a torrent of cum before Amalia's cervix managed to ease closed and shut of all escaping seed.

Amalia mumbled something happily into her belly with her eyes closed, clearly still riding her orgasm high.

Fey's front hooves clacked down on the stone, her dual cocks flaccid and dangling just in front of her rear legs.

Unfortunately, she had no time to waste as Magnolia's frolicking skip rapidly turned into more of a run, and then a sprint. In fact she was full-on sprinting towards Fey with arms pumping furiously as Fey turned with a yelp and ran for it.

The chase was on as Fey raced along the town wall with the princess in hot pursuit, cum puddles splashing as her hooves struck them, skidding around a corner, then coming to a dead end.

A watch tower that bestrode the wall.

She attempted to open the closed door, fumbled the handle, and with a cry of frustration pushed forward anyway, the hinges and lock ripping from the wall as she squeezed inside.

She turned and slammed the door back into place, holding it in the frame awkwardly as the sound of slapping feet on stone came closer and then slowed.

The door handle rattled and the princess tried to push open the door, which wasn't going to happen while Fey was holding it in place.

"Oh Feeeey! I know you are in there! I can still help with that heat of yours!"

Fey groaned internally.

Okay, maybe it would be quite nice to— but no, she didn't want to offend Amalia! And this princess was really quite awful in her opinion.

She was on the verge of yelling at Magnolia to get lost when someone tapped her on the side. She almost kicked them out of surprise but instead looked over her shoulder to find... Amalia's head maid, Daisy.

The cowkin maid was perhaps a little flustered, but aside from that, she was presentable in a freshly ironed maid's dress. Hardly the sweaty cum-filled mess Fey had last left her as; she had recovered and emptied herself remarkably quickly.

Not the head maid for nothing, it seemed.

"Ahem. Amalia feared that her sister might eventually catch up to you, so she had me fetch something from the palace, which, by the way, you have thoroughly flooded. The amount of cleaning that all of this is going to take…" the head maid let out an exasperated sigh.

"Uh, sorry?"

"I suppose it was worth it, granted the experience," mused Daisy as she glanced at Fey's flaccid cocks. "But on a personal level, I think it would be productive if you gave our nation a break, don't you think?"

The head maid reached into her cleavage and pulled free a familiar scrap of silk.

"At least until this mess has been cleaned up and Princess Magnolia has calmed down a touch…"

She held out the scrap, and Fey glanced between the door, now creaking as the princess banged her fists against it

"C-Can you really not put her on a leash?!"

Daisy shook her head with an amused look.

"I would recommend some amount of haste. Princess Magnolia is not known for failing to get what she wants, she can be quite stubborn."

"...Okay fine!"

In one movement, Fey grabbed the dragon silk and hauled it over her head, scrambling through even as the door collapsed behind her.

She was gone before Magnolia saw her, with only the head maid left to greet the horny princess.