Centaurus chapter 76 (Patreon)

Previously on centaurus: Fey rampages through a micronation of cowkin to extinguish the fires of her heat leaving the capital town drowned in seed. Not that the Queen, Queen Amalia, seemed to mind, especially as the traitorous Princess Magnolia was left unimaginably frustrated when Fey denied her. A fitting punishment for the spoiled princess, whose plans to overthrow Amalia were thoroughly thwarted.

Heat temporarily sated, Fey fled from the cowkin nation back through a scrap of dragon silk and returned to the city of Draconica.

Now, Chapter 76:

The bauble of flame wobbled into existence above Peirine's hand, a pearlescent pale plasma that struggled to remain alive in an almost embarrassingly pitiful way.

Actually there was no two ways about it. The flame was fucking pathetic.

"Oh Wow!"

Peirine felt her face flush as the singular student in audience watched with awe, her mouth parted as she stared at the embattled flame, completely oblivious as to how weak a showing it was.

Which was something Peirine was thankful for. She would rarely show her subpar fire magics in front of a student if they weren't as utterly clueless as this one, to her, Peirine may as well have been an Arch-mage.

She was decidedly not an Archmage. Archmages were generally very very good at something. Peirine was very very good at nothing, and arguably not even a bit good at anything at all to her everlasting frustration.

"Do you grasp the concept? Yes? Then try it for yourself," she said, trying to sound like a wise and knowledgeable master mage.

The student of course got it on her first try, and a boiling fireball the size of a fist roared to life in front of the pink scaled Drake's face as she nearly fell off her chair, shocked by her own creation.

Peirine's feeble fireball promptly died in the presence of this much larger and more dominant fireball, winking out with an asthmatic wheeze.

Even for an Omni-Elementalist such as her she was unusually jack like, that is, a jack of all trades, but a master of none. Which put her as slightly better than an amateur of one… but not by much in her opinion.

Omni-Elementalists, or Omnilists, as they were more commonly known, were more often than not pigeon holed into one specific teaching job as being able to use such a vast variety of magics was invaluable for teaching first year students. Peirine was firmly inside of said pigeon hole, jammed in amongst the eggs and nesting material.

She watched as the pink scaled drake leapt from her chair with an excited cry and began furiously walking back and forth in her office, the fireball cradled in her hands. She nearly tripped over the pair of Ottaur's who made excited 'Bweh!' noises and ran around in circles, sharing in the student's elation, even if they hadn't a clue what that elation was about.

Peirine rose from her chair, a wise and respectable teaching figure who had bestowed knowledge from above like some kind of educational goddess. She did her best to ignore the fact that the first year student was significantly taller than she was as she craned her neck back to look up at her.

She affixed a fond smile to her face and nodded sagely. She crossed her arms too for added effect.

"With this you should have no issue receiving a pass at the end of the semester. I will expect you to practise hard now, and regularly, no galavanting off to party without study. Do you understand?"

The drake nodded furiously, and made a wordless squeak of excitement.

"Y-Yes miss! Lots of study! G-Got to go!"

Peirine watched the drake scamper from her office, turning at the last moment to give her a frantic wave, before pulling the door closed behind her with a soft click.

Peirine instantly flopped back in her chair with an exasperated sigh, the facade of professionalism pouring from her body as if she had been somehow punctured and was deflating. Her legs spread as far as her narrow knee length skirt would allow. Pure slouch mode engaged.

The weight of so many students' expectations was a little much sometimes for the Felinid, like a small lead anvil weighing on her mind… and on her diminutive body.

She was of a small species, merely four foot ten, which meant most of the student body towered over her, a pain point for her authority.

In appearance she was a sleek bodied Felinid with very short sandy yellow fur paired with cream white front fur, coupled with a pattern of slightly darker spots over the yellow, not that much of her fur could be seen beneath her white blouse and narrow black skirt, aside from her verging on scandalous cleavage that is. All together a pleasing contrast to her bright blue eyes and the pair of pink framed glasses balanced on her nose.

She took meticulous care of her appearance, and not to toot her own horn, thought she looked extremely fuckable, which was intended, as she was actively seeking partners of the male variety.

She rested her chin on her chest and eyed her desk from behind half lidded glum eyes. It was very full, stacked with student's papers and assignments that needed marking, and countless books on the various topics of elemental magics. She needed many books as an Omnilist, it was the nature of the Class that there was a tedious amount of study. Such a wide field, and so many many students, meant most of her waking hours were spent on marking, prep, or self study. Work-life balance? What was that? A kind of quiche?

What was less obvious was the dozen or so self help books she had carefully disguised amongst the mess. She pursed her lips as she eyed the spine of the nearest: 'How to attract a larger lover'.

It was in good company amongst various other guides such as 'Gallahad's field guide to finding a skilled partner', 'Tips for interspecies love making', and 'An Alpha of your own'. Really it was an extremely embarrassing collection of books, and she was sure she would die of shame if any of her co-workers discovered what she was reading on her downtime, not to mention the damage to her career from such impropriety. But such were her dire straits that she didn't care.

And besides, her coworkers acted as if she didn't exist most of the time.

Also, to tell the truth it wasn't like her career was going anywhere. Dead end was an understatement. So her interests had fallen on… slightly more carnal things, hoping to spark something soulful in her otherwise profoundly dull life.

But to her dismay she had found that her bedroom life was as dead as her career. Struggling to attract the attention of any of her own species, she had resorted to other species. Unorthodox, and it would mean no children, at least non-adopted, but she didn't care, not anymore.

The problem was, she was painfully shy, and worse, the few dates she had managed to wrangle had ended in disappointment, her sweaty male lover passed out beside her as she lay in the dark wondering at what point she was going to orgasm, or even feel much at all.

It had never come, or rather she had never come, and she had been left even more deeply unsatisfied and frustrated than when she had started! Which was only compounded when said male lover then immediately left!

The interspecies dating scene was extremely heavily weighted toward one-night-flings it seemed, which wouldn't be so bad, but it was also failing to scratch that itch.

She had half begun to wonder if her dull as ditchwater life had somehow infected her body, leaving herself as physically numb to the world as she was mentally. A very scary thought, and one that kept her up at night.

She just needed… a bigger, fitter, guy… who was also incredibly skilled in bed… and then maybe just maybe she might feel something…. Which was why she had been trying without success to charm a particularly hulking minotaur.

She imagined the towering minotaur picking her up and pinning her against the wall as he went to town, pistoning up into her with relentless slabs of gorgeous muscle, the wonderful masculine scent of him filling her nose… ahh bliss. She might even cum!

Unfortunately, said minotaur was also a coworker of the magic college she worked at, the magic college where she was frustratingly looked down upon as the 'first year wrangler'.

Peirine was an Omnilist, with many Skills and magics.

But unfortunately that came with a certain downside, more specifically she was extremely underpowered for her experience and level. Which the mages of the college considered embarrassingly pathetic. Especially when a second year student could handily crush her in a magic duel, and had done so on multiple occasions in extremely humiliating fashion. Exactly the kind of thing that made her distinctly unappealing to a power and respect obsessed minotaur.

She had considered quitting teaching on more occasions than she could count, but the only other viable career for her was adventuring, and no adventuring band of any note would accept her knowing that if they got in over their heads she would be of little use.

Thus she was trapped in the only career where having magic as wide as an ocean with the depth of a puddle was of merit: a teacher of countless students with countless different Classes. A one stop shop for teaching the basics.

She wanted… She wanted something to change in her life. She wanted to escape her situation, to be faced with excitement or career prestige, not stuck teaching year one students the most banal and basic of magics ad nauseam for the fifty millionth time. She hadn't thought it possible for magic to be dull as a career when she had claimed her Class, but that had truly turned out to be the case.

Her eyes drifted over what she had been reading before the student had burst into her office, a newsletter her best friend had shoved into her hands on the way to work that morning. She had barely glanced through it, but It was easy to see it was… extremely lewd, and she felt her cheeks heat up just recalling the sexual depictions written within. The scenes were madness…. and yet she could only describe them as sex, but more, so much more, as if the reserved and timid nature of civilisation had been stripped away to reveal a more honest primal desire… a desire that she couldn't help but resonate with on a deeply female level…

Ridiculous. Clearly the writer, a person called Octavia, had a fanciful imagination, a centaur of that size couldn't possibly exist!

"Bweh!"

Her pointed ear twitched at the sound, and she turned her head slightly until the culprit came into view.

Speaking of centaurs…

What appeared to be a tiny centaur, but with the upper body of an otterkin and with an otter-like tail, was flailing around on her office floor having collided with a stack of books which then promptly fell on her.

After watching for a moment, as the small centaur somehow made even more of a mess, she sighed and got to her feet.

Stepping around her desk she pulled the books off the small centaur and helped her to her hooves. The small centaur looked up at her with squeezed shut eyes and a wide smile, the very picture of adorable.

"You are too cute for your own good, it's no wonder Samilea got suckered into taking your sisters in."

"Bweh!" replied the mini centaur thoughtfully.

This had been the other thing that her best friend had handed off to her that morning, or rather two things, she noted, as she watched the other mini centaur try to drink from the dregs of her coffee mug and make a face of disgust before spitting out the coffee all over some unfortunate student's homework.

Samilea was a noble, and as such had hardly the concerns of her own lot in life. Yet despite that they were friends, close friends since childhood, and when she had dropped around her manse that morning for coffee she had found her friend rather… frazzled…

Not that she had seen much of her, Samilea had stuck only her head around the ajar front door and refused to open it any further. She looked physically exhausted with dark bags under her eyes as if she had been up all night exerting herself.

It turned out that Samilea had somehow gotten it into her head that she would take in two dozen of these teenage mini centaurs and give them a home. Judging by the chaotic sounds coming from behind the door, it was a lot more that Samilea could handle, and the frantic noble woman had practically begged her to take some of them off her hands for the day while she dealt with the rest.

Very very reluctantly Peirine had agreed, and she had found two of the minitaurs being shoved out the door and the newsletter being thrust into her hand. A massive crash had come from deeper in the manse and Samilea had needed to rush away without explanation, slamming the door and leaving Peirine alone on the doorstep with the two mini centaur teenagers.

To be fair to the mini centaurs they had been mostly well behaved at work, lazing around her office or scribbling at the coffee table.

…Mini centaurs wasn't the right word, they weren't centaurs, clearly, just some other exotic species or sub-species that happened to look like a centaur and an otterkin combined, taking on the otterkin's short height. An… Ottaur? She didn't know what species they really were, and it was as good a name as any for now, so that was how she thought of them.

She eyed the coffee table she had set out for the Ottaurs with pens and paper. She recalled having tossed everything she could think of onto it to distract them and approached, feeling a little curious.

The first thing she saw was that an enormous horse penis had been drawn in graphic detail and with great skill across several sheets of paper. There was even shading!

Her eye twitched. Had the drake student seen that?!

She almost turned to chastise the pair of Ottaurs when she caught sight of what else was on the coffee table.

Math problems, magical equations, magic theory, and not just the kind of thing first years would be taught, but difficult problems that senior students or even her coworkers would be tested for.

All of it had been solved. All of it. Every equation elegantly answered and every diagram solved with skillful flourish.

"What in the…" she murmured.

She was momentarily stunned, before she realised what must have happened. There had been books taken down from her shelves that she had not moved herself, books scattered around the coffee table.

"Did you look up the answers???" she said, hands on hips and glaring down at the ottaur.

The ottaur tilted her head in question. "Bweh?"

Peirine sighed. "You had me going for a moment there. I was on the verge of marching you down to the Class library to get a Class and then enrolling you into college!"

"... Bweh?!" said the increasingly confused ottaur.

"Don't bweh me you— you… What is your name anyway? You can clearly read and write and know the common tongue… So speak up!"

The ottaur seemed to consider this. She opened her mouth as if to reply, but then closed it a moment later. Then she moved to pick up a small piece of paper from the coffee table and held it out for Peirine to see.

Peirine frowned down at the piece of paper. A strawberry had been artfully drawn on it, and below it was written the word 'strawberry' in cursive script.

"Strawberry? That's your name?"

The ottaur considered this for a moment, as if deciding, then nodded her head in confirmation. "Bweh."

Curious.

Peirine wasn't at all sure what to make of this exotic species. They were certainly odd, and she watched as Strawberry picked up another piece of paper depicting an apple and pointed at the other Ottaur.

"Apple and Strawberry. Those are… some interesting names…"

"Bweh!" said the two ottaurs together.

The pair of teenagers appeared to be mute, or perhaps reluctant to talk in words, but that hardly meant that they weren't intelligent. Albeit that didn't seem to stop them from getting into trouble, or repeatedly trying to drink her coffee, which they spat out in disgust every time.

She glanced down feeling a tug to see Strawberry pulling on her skirt trying to get her attention, a strange expression on her face.

"What? I can't get you more snacks, you've already eaten everything in the teachers' lounge."

The ottaur grimaced, then shook her head.

"Bweh!" she said, and then hesitating, stepped back from the coffee table.

Something came with her that had not been there before, something that Peirine could not comprehend at first.

An erect penis pulled from under the coffee table with Strawberry.

Peirine's jaw dropped like a lead weight tossed off a cliff, and she took a step back out of sheer shock.

"Wha- What the hell is that!?" she nearly shrieked.

"Bweh!" Said the ottaur happily, smiling up proudly as the largest penis Peirine had ever seen in her life bobbed between her front legs.

Yes, front legs, the cock that this species had appeared mismatched to her three foot tall frame, a massive horse cock nearly two and a half feet in length, the last ten inches of it extended between her front legs where she held onto it with both hands, its vast girth dwarfing her fingers.

"Bweh!" said Strawberry again and lifted her hands up, letting her vein riddled and rock hard penis bob stiffly and filling the space between her front legs. "Bweh!"

Peirine looked at Strawberry's hands, clearly pleading for… something.

"I… I don't know what you are trying to tell me," she whispered, feeling utterly bewildered.

Strawberry made a frustrated sound before turning back to the coffee table and grabbing for a pen. She began furiously scribbling with her tongue poking from the corner of her mouth in concentration.

She then turned and thrust the piece of paper into Peirine's hands.

Peirine held up the piece of paper, it was written in pen with a flowing elegant cursive which read: 'Uncomfy pressure, help me yes yes?'

"Uhhh, wha?" said Peirine much less elegantly. She looked between the piece of paper and the ottaur looking up at her with round pleading eyes that practically shone with cuteness.

It was hard to say no to that look, only, she wasn't quite sure what it was the ottaur was referring to.

"Pressure? What, uh, do you mean by that, exactly?"

Strawberry puffed out a breath and rolled her eyes before turning on the spot, showing her rear to Peirine and revealing an enormous pair of testacles, each dark thing the size of a large orange and clearly under immense strain, the smooth taut surface riddled with fine veins.

She had been alarmed to see that the ottaurs were effectively naked on their lower half when she had collected them that morning. Albeit they did have some kind of white blouses covering their upper half, and their proportionately very large breasts, (which Peirine was more than a little envious of, wow these two were more than stacked). But Samilea had assured her that just like centaurs it was quite socially acceptable to have their lower half nude as it was simply a cultural quirk.

She had admittedly found it difficult to look away from strawberry's balls, which had been large but not this large, when she had collected them that morning. She had needed to remind herself many times that it was perfectly normal for centaurs to be half nude, and probably this species too, so it was rude to stare.

Strawberry's balls were now much bigger and fuller, and they certainly did look uncomfortable, but what the hell was she supposed to do about it?!

"Why are you asking me this?! Do it yourself! Gods, why am I even entertaining this discussion?! I would throw you out on your ear if you were one of my students!"

"Bweh!" said the ottaur and held up her hands, showing them to her. She then put them down and grasped her cock on either side, showing just how much her cock outsized her hands.

Each hand was smaller than one of Peirine's palms of course, as would be the case with any diminutive species such as gnomes or otterkins or halflings…. Which would have been fine in the case of that species, but the sheer absurd proportional difference between penis and girl here seemed to be a real issue for the poor ottaur. Her dick was simply too large for her.

Peirine pinched her brow and closed her eyes.

"Are you… trying to tell me that your hands are too small to m-masturbate?"

"Bweh!"

Strawberry rubbed the massive column of her dick half heartedly and looked up at Peirine, clearly asking for help.

"I'm not jerking a teenager off in my office!!" cried Peirine before slapping a hand over her mouth.

She glanced at the door as if to assure herself that it was definitely shut and that no one could see this embarrassing situation.

"Bweh…" said Strawberry forlornly, then winced and reached for her rear, trying to touch her swollen balls, and failing.

Peirine stared as the pair of testacles seemed to swell in real time, the veins becoming visibly more engorged.

Wait, what would happen if they continued to fill like that?

"Hey, hey, what happens if you don't, erm, ejaculate?"

The ottaur tilted her head in thought hearing that. Then she put her hands together before flinging them apart mimicking a violent explosion as she made dramatic explody noises with her mouth.

Peirine's eyes went a little round.

Jerking off this teenager was not something she could countenance or even consider….

… but she couldn't countenance or consider this teenager's balls exploding either!

Perhaps this was just a quirk of this strange species? They needed to ejaculate to relieve pressure? In fact, now that she was thinking about it that sounded exactly like it was the case. She was sure she had heard some species had similar issues, dragons maybe?

"I really really wish Samilea had told me this quite freaking important information before dumping you on me!" she groaned, squeezing her eyes tight as she clutched her head.

As much as she hated her job she did consider herself a responsible and kind figure. She didn't know what would happen If she just left this ottaur alone, but she hardly dared find out, and if all it required was a simple hand job, then fine! It wasn't like she was unfamiliar with the act…

"...Alright… Gods dammit, I'll do it."

"Bweh!"

"But we're doing this my way, the proper way."

She put her arm down on her desk then heaved to the side, shoving all the books and papers across into a pile at one end leaving most of the desk clear. Then grabbing all her more questionable books along with the newsletter she stuffed them in a draw out of sight.

She then turned back and bent down, picking up the surprised ottaur who struggled in her arms before she dumped her on the desk.

The ottaur looked around perplexed at her new higher perspective, and then flinched a little as Peirine slammed down her metal waste paper bin in front of her.

She pointed at it fiercely.

"All of the mess goes in there, got it?"

"Bweh!" said Strawberry and saluted her with a grin.

Peirine eyed her with a frown. It was clear that the ottaur was quite excited to be getting a handy. Perhaps… a little too excited.

But there was no going back now, and really, Peirine herself was a little curious, she had been seeking a well endowed male, and this diminutive teenager somehow utterly dwarfed even her largest bedroom partner. Seriously, what was with that? She had heard it rumoured that gnome's were absurdly well endowed for their height, but this was something else!

She bent down to see beneath the ottaur's barrel and the massive veined shaft met her gaze, the thing visibly throbbing.

As cocks went it was a very attractive one to look at in Peirine's opinion, with just the right shape and pattena of veins to make her pulse spike a little.

She reached for it, almost instinctively, her body taking charge as it took rising interest in the ottaur's member.

Her digits just brushed the hot surface and a little buzz passed through her body. Odd. She shifted her hips, suddenly conscious of the fabric of her panties against her vulva.

"Maybe I'm more desperate than I realise," she muttered to herself, "Just a touch and I'm already getting heated..."

Still, she had a job to do, and without preamble she gripped hold of the thing. It was very hot in her hand, and she could feel the hardness in her palm, the ridges and bumps of its veined surface feeling quite nice to the touch.

But the size of it was the best thing of all, never had she held a member like this, a mass so large that it filled her hand completely and beyond, many inches between her digits trying to encircle it and failing to do so. She was barely managing half, if even that.

She swallowed unconsciously, and an unbidden intrusive thought scampered across the back of her mind. Just how would it feel to have such a godly cock inside of her? Surely she would feel something with such a monstrous tool?

Before she was even aware she was doing so, her hand was pumping lazily up and down the shaft, caressing the length, exploring it, cooing as her palm bumped over the fat medial ring, just imagining it popping inside of herself, grinding against her g-spot.

"Ahhn!" gasped Strawberry, her hands forming fists at her side as she was clinically jerked off on the desk… Mostly clinically.

Peirine noted the response, her heart racing a little. Was she doing that, eliciting this reaction? That was always one of her favourite parts of bedding a male, and Strawberry was just…

She gripped harder, ear twitching as Strawberry gasped in response. Control. It was like she was playing Strawberry as an instrument, eliciting body shuddering responses, a kind of control she could only dream about in her regular life.

She felt her panties wetten at the thought, and she blushed with the secret shame of it.

She chastised herself. She had a job to do! She had to save this teenager's balls!

So she got to work. And then she got to work harder.

As the minutes passed Peirine's hand became a blur, roughly masturbating the teenager as her other hand rested firmly on her back holding her steady as Strawberry moaned whorishly and staggered about the desk.

"C-Cum already!" cried out Peirine as she pumped, her breath coming in gasps as she exerted herself, nearly winded as the muscles in her arm strained, on the verge of cramping.

There was just so much dick that it required that much more physical motion to pump!

But then—

"AAhHhNNN!!!" cried out Strawberry as her eyes rolled up and her body went stiff.

With a cry of victory Peirine saw the ottaur's balls shift up and felt the dick in her hand thicken as cum roared up the shaft.

Then a moment later her breath caught in her throat as she realised the waste paper bin had been knocked onto the floor in the excitement, far from being usable to catch what was about to come.

With a cry she made a desperate dive for it, leaping, grabbing, and thrusting the bin into the air just as the first rope exploded from the tip not a moment too late.

Only, there was rather more than Peirine had been expecting, a lot more, like, holy shit how much was this teenager cumming?!

The metallic ring of fluid hit the bottom of the bin and then just kept going even as Strawberry passionately moaned and staggered around the desk. Peirine desperately manoeuvred the bin to catch the sprays of jizz, the bin becoming heavy in her hands as it rapidly filled, already a third full in seconds with pints more coming thick and fast.

"Fuck!" cried Peirine as the angle she was holding the bin at meant that some of the seed was starting to spill. She engaged in a frantic balancing act of trying to angle the bin and while avoiding spilling its contents, all while catching the flinging ropes. She promptly failed.

A wave of sloppy semen overflowed the rim and hit the desk with a wet pap. Worse, the seed was pouring down the outside of the bin, drenching Peirine's hands instantly in the substance and causing her to shriek in surprise.

This proved a fatal mistake as the now slippery metal bin slipped from her grip, crashing to the table top. The bottom smacked hard and flat-on against the surface, causing the contents to explode upwards in a column of jizz that landed on top of the ottaur and all over the books and student papers behind.

Not that Peirine noticed as missing the shield of the bin she was hit front on with the next powerful rope of Strawberry's jizz, and then the next.

White splattered up her blouse and breasts as she tried to raise her arms to block it to no avail. There was just so much! The stuff was pouring down her cleavage! It was like someone had uncorked a fizzy wine bottle!

She cried out and then caught some in her mouth causing her to gag. Stumbling backwards she fell against a bookshelf knocking it over and forcing Apple to scramble out of the way.

This, even as Strawberry moaned louder and came even harder, her stiff cock bucking madly as huge meters long ropes of jizz were launched across the room, up the walls, and over everything in sight!

And then, it was over.

Peirine sat on her rump, mouth hanging open in stunned disbelief, horror and shock rolling through her, (and a little arousal if she were being honest).

Her office was trashed. Messy lines of white were scrawled across books and furniture and walls alike, even over her couch and coffee table and across piles of unmarked homework, there was even some on the goddam ceiling!

How! How was it on the ceiling?!

Her desk had taken the worst of it, a massive frosting of semen that left the surface entirely glazed in white and slowly oozing over the edges to the carpet below in slow gloopy waterfalls.

"Oh… my god," she croaked, and accidently swallowed a bit of Strawberry's semen on her lip.

After a few moments spent spitting and gagging she managed to rise to her feet and look down at herself.

She looked like ground zero for two dozen minotaurs ejaculating over her body in a minotaur orgy that lasted an entire weekend. Except it wasn't two dozen minotaurs, it was one vertically challenged ottaur who contained more jizz than seemed possible.

"Bweh!" said Strawberry, throwing up her hands happily, clearly very proud of her absolute complete and total annihilation of Peirine's office.

"You're going to get me fired," Peirine whispered, looking around at the devastation, "Had you not cum in a goddam year?! What the fuuu—"

Knock knock

Came the sound of knuckles against the office door and Peirine froze stiff, the blood draining from her face.

"Hello?" came a voice, following the knock.

"Bweh?" said Strawberry, tilting her head.

Peirine made frantic hushing motions at the ottaur then turned to the door.

"S-Sorry, but I am occupied with a student right now, very very super duper private business! Please come back later! God please!"

There was a moment of silence, and then;

"Ah- s-sorry miss, I'll be back then…"

Peirine's thundering heart slowed as the sound of footsteps dropped away with distance.

She let out a shuddering sigh.

"I think that just stripped years off of my life, gods if anyone saw me like this…."

"Bweh?"

"Don't 'bweh' me you little shit! This is your fault! My office looks like it was hit by a localised blizzard!!"

Strawberry didn't seem to consider this a problem in the slightest, and only smiled happily, then made a little courtesy, as if to bow out her performance.

"Hnnn why meeee?!" Peirine whined, putting her head in her hands.

She half wondered if it would be so bad getting fired, finally feeling the relief of freedom, but then freedom wouldn't put bread on her table or pay her rent.

She peeked between her digits at the ottaur on her desk who was currently doing a little dance in her own cum, her flaccid cock dangling between her back legs as it slowly drew back into its sheath.

At least Strawberry was no longer in danger of having her balls explode or some such horrible injury, that was something. She could hang onto some self respect as she was still being a responsible and kind figure, even if the results had been a bit messy… more than a bit….

"What do I do?" she wondered aloud.

Apple appeared before her, holding out a piece of paper for Peirine to read.

It had the words 'You lie about it, yes?' written in cursive across it.

"How would I lie about this," she gestured vaguely around.

'Prank' came the returned message.

"Yes you two did prank me!"

Apple shook her head, auburn locks bouncing around her head, before frowning and furiously scribbling on the paper.

'It was the students. While you weren't here, yes?' came the written reply.

Peirine paused. That was a thought. A dark thought. Would she be a responsible and kind figure if she simply blamed this mess on the students?

…Perhaps she could take it even further, claim she was being bullied by the students… hell, the college would believe it, it wasn't like they could look down on her any more than they did.

There was only one small problem with the plan: She was currently covered in jizz, which meant she had been at the site of the incident, which meant she would be expected to identify the student culprits, which she could not, because they did not exist.

A plan started to formulate as she felt her determination rising.

"Bweh?" said Strawberry on the tabletop as Peirine lunged for her.

In moments she had both ottaurs firmly under arms and was marching for the door. Balancing on one leg and lifting one knee she turned the handle. The door slipped open a crack and she peeked through.

The hallway was empty, not a student or teacher in sight.

Perfect.

Her gaze came to rest on the doorway down the hall, the bathroom, her target objective.

"I only need to get there, clean off, and I'll be able to feign complete ignorance. No one will suspect we had anything to do with this horrid mess."

"Bweh," "Bweh!" said the two underarm ottaurs in agreement.

"On the count of one. Three, two, —" she shot from the doorway, spinning as she did so to kick it closed in one smooth motion, the two ottaurs crying out excitedly as she sprinted down the hall.

She needn't have worried, the place remained empty, and she dived into the bathroom without being seen.

Without preamble she slammed the door closed and slapped on the sink's taps, stripping her blouse and skirt and frantically running them underneath the water, then wiping them on her cum caked body, scooping thick seed from between her breasts and washing it down the drain.

It… it was working! Her clothing and fur was barely stained by the seed, not noticeable at all!

Strawberry too, the diminutive ottaur practically lying in a sink as she cleaned herself in an amused way.

Peirine smiled to herself in the mirror, hands on hips, pleased that a plan had gone right for once.

It was then that she became very conscious that she was standing in a public bathroom wearing nothing but a lacy set of white panties and bra.

That was, ah, probably not a good thing.

She became even more conscious of her situation when voices came from outside, a hand coming down on the door handle.

Like a terrified hare she fled, snatching the two damp ottaurs from the counter, leaping toward one of the toilet stalls, slipping inside, and closing the door as quickly and as quietly as possible.

She carefully lowered her rear onto the toilet, hardly daring to breathe as the two ottaurs looked up at her from between her legs in the cramped space.

The creak of a door, footsteps, laughter.

With utter dread she realised she was hearing her coworkers, her fellow teachers, half a dozen of them at least.

If they looked down on her before, then gods only knew what they would think of her if they caught her near naked in a public bathroom! She gnawed on her lip as she stared at the wooden door, hoping and praying they hadn't heard her.

It was then that she realised that she had left her soaking skirt and blouse balled up on the counter and her stomach dropped into her feet.

"Nuuu," she whispered to herself, hoping against hope they wouldn't notice what it was. It was just some discarded towels, anything but her freaking clothes!

As the chatter continued outside the two ottaurs had become increasingly agitated in the cramped closet-like space and began moving around to Peirine's alarm. She did her best to hold them still with her knees.

"W-Will you two stop," she frantically whispered.

"Bweh," whispered back Apple, and made an urgent face, as if uncomfortable.

"Wha- What is… oh god no don't fucking tell me," she said as something large and warm brushed up against her leg.

Her eyes were drawn down to Apple who was now sporting an absurdly large erection, the thing sticking out between her front legs, and a pair of balls that were rapidly filling out.

Even as she watched a thimbleful of pre so thick it was like cum beaded at the top and plopped down onto the tile below.

The ottaur let out a little whimper and grasped her cock, and then began rubbing the sides.

Peirine shook her head frantically.

"S-stop that!"

But the ottaur did not, even squeezing the thing between her front legs, which is something Strawberry had not done.

Did this ottaur know how to get herself off alone?!

Disaster shot across Peirine's imagination; Apple ejaculating in the stall with her, cum exploding in every direction coating her from tip to toe in cum. Cum flooding beneath the crack under the door and across most of the bathroom, attracting her coworkers who would use magic to flip the latch, only to find her turned into a semen snowman!

Panic, then double panic as a soft moan escaped Apple as she masturbated, her visibly swollen balls starting to shift, was she about to ejaculate?!

"What was that?" came a murmur from outside, a coworker catching Apple's soft moan.

On the verge of losing her mind, Peirine did the only thing she could think of to contain the coming massive mess. She grabbed hold of Apple and heaved her front half up, grabbed for her cock and guided it into her snatch even as she smoothly slipped her lace panties aside to make way.

The ottaur did not cum, but it did not go as she had expected.

She had experienced size before, and she had experienced pleasure, but this, this was something else entirely.

The only reason she didn't throw her head back and howl like a bitch in heat was because she was too shocked to make a noise.

Those few moments saved her, giving her enough time to slap her hands over her mouth and cut off her scream.

It took a few moments for the full body throbbing orgasm to subside, and she was left reeling.

"Did I just cum from penetration?!" she quietly squeaked in disbelief.

That had never happened before. No one she had ever bedded had given her anything like that!

She looked at Apple atop her who had her hands firmly placed on her bra-clad breasts. The ottaur grinned at her, clearly pleased with herself. Peirine's gaze dropped down, past her own bust and the ottaur's proportionally large bust to her midriff.

Her eyes went very round as she found the outline of Apple's dick in her stomach, bulging out with the sheer length of the thing, not to mention the ridiculous girth! and that was only the first ten inches!

It was no wonder she felt so much! She was being freaking reshaped around Strawberry!

…She hadn't even known she could take this much dick!

She couldn't help but let out a little shiver of delight at the sight, seeing such a massive tool stretching her body out, being so physically dominated, it was more than she had ever daydreamed, or wetdreamed for that matter, from any minotaur. She felt her heartbeat quicken and her pussy flutter at the sight, even if the diminutive teenager it was attached to didn't have quite the same physical presence.

"A blouse? I guess someone got wet in the rain and left it here…"

"Does it seem a bit familiar to you?"

"Dunno. Seems like the kind of thing Peirine would wear while scampering around the feet of any guy she catches sight of."

There was a titter of laughter.

"Oh, I just accidently dropped my pen, let me just lean over and pick it up while wiggling my bottom ooh!" came a mocking voice.

A mix of fear and pure white hot outrage flooded Peirine as she listened. She did not do that! She definitely did not do that! P-Probably!

"She'll glare at you over her glasses if she hears you talking like that."

"Oh please, what's she gonna do? Sprinkle water on me?"

"You could set your students on her again, as homework."

They were the ones behind that!? She knew she was looked down on, but this was too much!

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, she had something to distract herself, Apple had been experimentally pulling back as they spoke, and then, all of a sudden, she thrust forward.

Peirine stuffed her fist in her mouth as she went crosseyed, beating back a moan as what felt like every nerve ending her pussy possessed was simultaneously stimulated, sparks lighting up her loins as her thighs quivered like jelly, padded feet sliding and madly jerking across the tile.

Her coworkers continued to talk about her just outside the stall door even as she mentally unravelled within, cumming harder and longer than she had ever cum in her life.

What was this situation?!

Such a mix of raw churning emotion flooded through her that she felt like she was on the verge of exploding, so much feeling bottled up from years of frustration about to burst forth. Each experimental ease in and out by Apple was unravelling her from one end as the mocking voices picked her apart from the other. It was too much! It was all too much! She was going to freaking lose it!

So she let go of everything.

"Oh fuck it, do me," she breathed, as her legs rose up into the air, feet pressing against the stall door to stabilise herself.

Apple seemed to get the message as her thrusting became rougher and harder, slapping her hips up into Peirine's wide spread legs, popping in and out the medial ring from her softness with a muffled sound every hump, the wondrous feeling of Apple's huge dick going deep, deeper, deepest inside of her womb.

"Ah...mmmph…!"

Peirine saw stars and had to hold both hands over her mouth as the most mind blowing orgasms of her life came thick and fast, more orgasms in minutes than she had felt in years.

Was this species normally capable of this!?

Her friend Samilea's interest in them suddenly made a lot more sense as she floated atop an ocean of ecstasy.

"Mmmph….!!!"

She crested a particularly strong wave and felt her pussy seize up, a powerful spray of squirt spattering around the ottaur's stomach and splashing noisily across the tiled floor.

Had she just squirted?! She had never squirted before. The sensation was fucking incredible.

"What was that sound?"

"Came from that stall, so what do you think?"

"Oh come on, that sounded like something hitting the tile."

"So?

Peirine tried to speak aloud, to at least say 'occupied'.

But Strawberry suddenly mounted Apple before she could, thrusting her overly long cock between Apple's back legs, pushing up her length beneath Apple's until the hard tip pressed against the soft round form of Peirine's bottom.

"S-Strawberry!" Peirine managed to get out in a whispered gasp.

Strawberry gripped Apple's shoulders, and seemed to struggle with something for a moment, opening her mouth, closing it, then opening it once more, this time with a focused determination.

"Mine, she's mine." spoke Strawberry, voice hushed.

Her voice was melodic, pleasant to listen to, yet firm. Peirine had not expected Strawberry's voice to sound so commanding.

"No, she's not yours, she's mine, so backoff." said Apple, with an equally melodic voice, as Peirine heard the two teenagers speak in her presence for the first time.

Apple glared over her shoulder at Strawberry who glared back.

Were they fighting over her?

Peirine felt a strange feeling well up in her, to be this in demand, well, it felt good.

"Y-you two can share, o-okay?" she managed to squeak.

The two ottaurs seemed to consider this, then nodded to each other in agreement, which was a relief to Peirine, until she realised what she had just asked them to do.

Strawberry heaved forward with a grunt, pushing Apple up, Apple's barrel coming down on Peirine's front even as she sank so deep within Peirine that her bulging belly crashed into her underboob… Which she barely registered as the tip of Strawberries oversized horsecock slipped between her cheeks and sank into her rear entrance, passing by her panties held to the side by Apple's length.

Her legs spasmed violently in response, kicking madly at the walls and door as the second dick sank into her body. Her eyes too rolled up and she squirted powerfully against her lovers, girl cum spattering out in every direction from beneath their barrels.

In desperation she bit down hard on her arm to prevent the howl of orgasm boiling up from her lungs. Her body was awash with a tingling buzzing, pleasure so strong that it overwhelmed the senses, flashes of white crossing her mind's eye as fireworks filled her head.

She could feel the ecstasy rolling through her bones, her swollen clit straining as it pressed up against Apple lying half atop, her stiff nipples slipping from her bra as Apple grasped at her breasts. But both were as nothing to her quivering cunt, erratically clenching and suckling at Apple's dick like a sperm starved leech, even as her ass pulled Strawberry in, hungry.

Her body had finally awoken to its primal feminine desire, and it had a lot of catching up to do.

The ottaur's began thrusting.

"Uhm, are you… okay in there?" spoke a coworker from outside, as the muffled sound of two dicks being pumped in and out of Peirine echoed across the bathroom, even as her soft squeaks and moans gave chorus.

Peirine's brain was sparking out as uncontrollable squirting orgasms turned her into a quivering wet mush, but she couldn't quite lose herself entirely. Not while knowing that just behind the stall door stood what must have been five or six of her coworkers just listening to her getting double penetrated and loving every moment of it.

There was muttering, a titter, but she couldn't stop, these two ottaurs were—

"Should we fetch help? Sounds like they might be in pain…"

The ottaurs went into a frenzy, furiously thrusting as Peirine's eyes rolled up and her heels drummed against the door. Orgasms came thick and fast now, her body singing as the two teenagers rushed pile-driving strokes into her, bowed to the task of a thorough breeding.

"That's a toilet emergency, uh, maybe…? Diarrhoea perhaps."

"The hell kind of diarrhoea sounds like—"

With immense force of will Peirine finally managed to communicate.

"Hnyaa- O-Ocuppied!! OCCUPIEEEEED!!" she howled as she flung her head back in open mouthed ecstasy, the two ottaurs moaning as they stiffened up, pressing up into her as hard as they could in full bodied ejaculation.

Peirine's ankles drummed frantically against the door as she clawed at her lovers, grabbing for their backs and trying to drag them closer in, to have them sink deeper within her ravenous holes even as she felt boiling hot spurts of seed gushing into her depths, a mirror to Peirine's squirting gushing girl cum spraying out from between them, dark wet spattering up the walls of the stall.

She was obscene, but it just felt so good! So what if she was slutting out, a feminine hunger for dick rising within. Who cared if she was getting double penetrated by the biggest cocks she had seen in her life in a public bathroom. Well, actually a lot of people, but she didn't care! Not while she was having her back blown out like this, thrashing and squirting and howling as her body cried out for more! MOAR!

"HNYAAAAAAA!!!!" she squealed as she began to feel her belly rising, filling outward as the dual ejaculations of the two ottaurs poured into her body.

That caught her attention.

"What's happeninggggg!?" She keened as she frantically scrabbled at her cumflating belly with her hands, clawing at the soft mass.

She keened as her belly expanded in surges, each rope of jizz the moaning ottaurs added to her swelling her with seed, the taut dome of her tummy pushing up Apple above as Peirine's eyes became round with disbelief.

She looked freaking pregnant!

"Ican't-Ican't-Ohmygodohmygodohmygo-goh—" Her stream of cum drunk gibberish broke off as something hot and liquid suddenly rose in the back of her throat and she went cross eyed, "Hrrrk—"

White seed overflowed her lips, pouring down her chin onto her breasts, between her cleavage, the sensation was overwhelming, and she lost herself in the sensation, faintly struggling now as cum poured from her mouth and her belly continued to rise with each double rope of jizz pumped into her. All sense of time was lost, as everything became unending orgasm and rising straining belly.

It was utterly heavenly.

She was almost disappointed then, when the two ottaurs flopped against her, and her stomach stopped rising.

She swallowed, forcing down a mouthful of cum and peered up at Apple who was slumped atop her belly, a belly appearing massively pregnant with septuplets, her belly button popped out as an obscene cap.

She was reminded of the newsletter, of women describing how it felt to be filled with seed to such a degree, like something they hadn't known they had been missing. No wonder Samilea had handed it to her, the stories were a hint, of sorts, a suggestion, a way of telling her what these two were capable of indirectly. She would be having words with Samilea all the same.

"You two are something else," she murmured to the two snoozing ottaurs, unable to hide the fondness in her voice.

For herself, the feeling of being so full was definitely immensely satisfying, even if it wasn't quite as much as that fictional newsletter… But she simply couldn't stay like this in a goddam public bathroom, even if it seemed her coworkers had been frightened away by her shouting.

So reluctantly she began to push the two exhausted ottaurs away from herself.

The motion caused them to stir and give her a little annoyed look before they began to back up and pull free.

A noisy spatter of cum hitting tile as their enormous lengths pulled free of her, the flaccid lengths retracting into almost unseen sheaths, likewise their balls had become far less noticeable. If she hadn't known about these two's sexual prowess she would never have believed it.

It was time to empty.

Or atleast, it was supposed to be.

She frowned as she sat on the toilet for some minutes, straining, trying to push out the mass of seed from her body. Feeling the weight of her enormous cream filled belly resting on her thighs, so large that her hands were nearly a foot apart when she tried to wrap her arms around it.

Her body, however, seemed to have other plans, and her cervix and anus remained stubbornly closed, refusing to let any of the seed go, as if trying to hold it within to ensure impregnation. Her body had sexually awoken, and now it refused to listen to her. No matter how she strained or rocked on the toilet bowl she could not get more than a few dribbles of the ottaur's cum out!

"Hnff! Come onnnn!!!" she groaned as nothing continued to happen.

This was ridiculous! What was she supposed to do? Pretend to be pregnant?!

She paused at that thought. What if she did? It happened every so often that a member of the faculty would make use of an enchanted item or dress to hide the fact that they were pregnant. Sometimes those enchantments would fail and there would suddenly be a heavily pregnant female in the teachers lounge to the surprise of those who weren't in the know. The enchantment for such things was known to be unreliable… and she was very 'pregnant' stressing such a hypothetical device further, perhaps hypothetically to breaking point...

After what seemed like an eternity of dithering and straining without success, Finally her anxiety won the fight over her need to empty and she reluctantly rose from the toilet.

The weight of her cum belly dragged at her body. Heavy. But still she managed with both arms supporting.

Hardly daring to breathe, she opened the stall door a crack and peaked out.

Empty. Her blouse and skirt were still lying on the counter. Her coworkers must have thought some terrifying explosive bowel movement was occurring to leave in such a hurry.

She waddled across the tile with legs spread wide and heaved her belly onto the counter to support it. The thing creaked under the weight of so much cum. She shuddered as a rivulet of seed rolled down her inner thigh.

Moving fast, she reached for her clothing. It was still damp, but she wasn't an Omnilist for nothing. She focused, and the water trapped within the fibres began to drip free, forming a small ball below it until the dress was bone dry. She lost control of the small ball and let it fall into the sink. As usual her magic was disappointing, such little water before she reached her limit…

The skirt came on mostly smoothly, only a few trickles of seed running down her thighs as she slipped it on. But next….

She frowned down at her domed stomach then looked at the blouse.

This would be… troublesome.

But there was no avoiding it.

She pulled the blouse on and began buttoning it over her breasts. Pretty much immediately it got stuck over her belly, the fabric strained to breaking point but would cover no more. It was clearly hopeless and with a resigned sigh she let the blouse drape down either side of her 'pregnancy', emphasising its sheer size.

It would have to do.

"Quickly you two!" she said to the ottaurs as she waddled toward the exit. She paused at the door and found the hall empty and deserted. It was far from the speed with which she had reached the bathroom, but she managed to awkwardly shuffle her way out, making her way down the corridor until she found what she was looking for, the reception area for the teacher's offices.

The secretary was at her desk and barely gave Peirine a raised eyebrow as she waddled in, massively pregnant and sweaty.

"An enchantment failure? I hadn't known you were pregnant Peirine. The faculty are asked to notify when in such a state, especially one so…" she glanced over the mass Peirine was carrying, "Heavily burdened."

Peirine gave her a meek smile.

"No one would have known, but it was the shock you see, the enchantment fails under stress as a safety feature," said Peirine, lying through her teeth.

"Shock?"

"Yes, someone trashed my office while I was out, I don't think they knew of my, ah, condition, or they never would have done something so cruel. The students most likely. Could you see about having it deep cleaned for me?"

The secretary rolled her eyes hearing that.

"Not even the first time this month. It will be those water mage brats in Theta sorority I expect. Just take it easy and rest here and I'll see about having it cleaned up," said the waspish secretary, more pleasant and helpful than Peirine had ever seen her. Apparently she had a soft spot for mothers.

Peirine was more than relieved to take her advice as her legs were getting tired, and she flopped down on a nearby couch as the secretary disappeared to go fetch the cleaning staff.

"Bweh!" said Apple. Looking at the enormous dome of Peirine's stomach that filled her lap to her knees.

"Don't 'bweh' me! This is your fault! Gods, how did I even get into this situation!"

She would be having words with Samilea when this was over. She had a sneaking suspicion that she understood why her friend looked physically exhausted now. It was no wonder that she had given her house over to these teenagers if that was how they could make a girl feel!

She bit her lip, a little aftershock orgasm rolling through her at the memory of what these two had done to her.

She thought about returning the two to Samilea.

…But perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if they stayed the night at her home, really, Samilea did seem awfully burdened.

Also it would be the responsible and kind thing to do to give Apple and Strawberry a place to stay for a night… or more.

It was as she was daydreaming about dragging the two teenagers into her bed that the door burst open, startled, Peirine turned, finding…

The doorway was filled with an enormous form. It took Peirine a few seconds with her mouth slightly parted to realise what she was looking at. A very very large centaur was stood in the doorway, her head wasn't even visible, only her bra busting bust, which had to be squeezed through the frame as the centaur ducked down and stepped inside.

Peirine paled as she looked up at the admittedly very pretty but also really really fucking large centaur towering over where she sat on the couch.

"Ah, are you the secretary?" said the centaur looking down at her over her expansive bosom, a kind smile on her face.

"Uhhhh," said Peirine eloquently.

She recalled the newsletter stories her friend had given her. Massive, pretty, blonde hair, large breasted, and with an absolutely massive Di—

Wait, was… Was this that freaking centaur?!

She surreptitiously leaned to the side and glanced beneath her barrel.

Nothing.

This was not that centaur.

She was almost mad with herself. Of course that ridiculous sex goddess wasn't real, that would be absurd!

She could quite clearly see that there was no massive cock hanging between her legs, or burgeoning sheath, nor did this centaur have the auburn coat described in the newsletter, this centaur's fur was very clearly red.

Only… she frowned as she looked at the two rings of metal pressed at the centaur's groin, the middle of them a black void.

Odd.

She was interrupted from her thoughts, as the enormous centaur's eyes fell on the two ottaur's, Apple and Strawberry.

They waved their hands up at her and grinned happily.

The centaur seemed puzzled by this.

"Have you taken them on?" she asked, "I did hear the Inari were receiving offers to care for them left right and center."

The Inari?! Weren't those legendary species incredibly reclusive and important? Just who was this centaur?

"Ah, w-well, my friend asked me to take care of them for the day, as they are quite a lot of trouble…" said Peirine, her voice petering off.

The centaur's eyes paused on her 'pregnancy'.

Peirine fidgeted, feeling almost a little protective as she wrapped her arms around her cream filled belly. What was with the way this centaur was looking at her!? She almost felt like a prey animal being studied by a vastly larger predator!

After a moment the centaur's expression softened and she smiled to Peirine's relief.

The centaur scratched her cheek with her index.

"I suppose they have needs, so I'm happy you saw to them I suppose. Uhm, I do wonder what we are going to do with them all, there are so many."

"Of this rare exotic species?" asked Peirine. "Did something happen overseas to bring so many to the city? A war? Are they refugees?"

"... Yes?" said the centaur, although she didn't sound very genuine. "There's uhm, a lot, and they are all like these two, so anyone you can find who is willing to take them on would be  a great help! Really!" She finished brightly.

Peirine considered that.

Admittedly it would not be very hard to find those willing to take on quite a number of the ottaurs once they learned of what they could do. Certainly she realised now that must have been what happened to Samilea, she had heard of what bedding them was like and had leapt on the opportunity.

She was already thinking of other candidates to take these refugees on as a responsible kind figure would, when a white furred vulpine wandered into the room and flopped down on the couch across from her.

She spread her legs completely uncaring and rolled her head back with a sigh, cricking her neck side to side.

Peirine didn't need a degree to tell that this one was an adventurer, her presence positively radiated veteran adventurer, not to mention the blade on her hip, even with her pregnancy.

Nonplussed by this, Peirine was about to say something when the room seemed to get a little brighter. Her eyes went round as an elf entered the room.

But 'elf' was not a strong enough word to do this being justice.

Peirine considered herself a lover of dick, but this elf instantly made her question that. How could someone possibly be so freaking pretty!

Her slack jawed awe of the elf almost made her miss the otterkin twins who waddled in behind her, and it took her a few moments to realise that they were struggling.

One of them crashed into her leg and had to hold onto her knee to stay upright as her legs nearly buckled beneath her.

"Oh gawwwwd!!!!" she moaned like a bitch in heat, her eyes rolling up in her sockets.

Sqrrshh! Came a sound as what felt like a hot fluid sprayed up Peirine's leg. She was so startled that she didn't know how to react and could only watch as the other otterkin fell over and writhed as a long spry of fluid shot from beneath her skirt and made a long dark mark across the rug.

What the hell was wrong with these otterkins? Wait, Had they peed themselves? Had they peed on her?!

Her outrage was halted however when she noticed the centaur's agitation, her hooves stepping on the spot as she clenched her fists and closed her eyes.

The otterkins seem to respond to this, their moans rising and developing into lurid screams as they thrashed on the carpet, rolling around like they were being driven mad as long lines of fluid sprayed from beneath their dresses over and over, which the others carefully dodged.

It culminated in cries from all three, and then the fronts of the otterkin's dresses seemed to expand a touch, making an arc from their breasts to their mons that their dresses strained over the top of.

Peirine stared at the two otterkins slumped limply on the floor, and in the centaur's case struggling to remain upright.

Then a human female stepped forward, the last of the group, a teenager wearing a skirt and what looked like a riding jacket over a blouse that strained over a relatively normal size nine month pregnancy.

"See I told you two couldn't handle it for so long! Look at you, you're cumdrunk to the point of idiocy!"

A weak hand feebly raised from one otterkin flat on her back, and an even weaker and more feeble voice followed.

"I… can…. handle it…"

Her arm flopped to the ground.

"Nope. You've taken too many of her loads. Look! It's showing through even with triple layered silks!"

"I don't wanna take her out though," moaned the otterkin, curling into a ball.

"Well tough shit. At this rate you aren't going to be any use to anyone… and beside… I want a go," said the teenager licking her lip.

"N-nuuu…" mumbled the otterkin half heartedly.

This didn't stop the human who leaned down and reached under the otterkin's skirt as she placed one foot on the otterkin's stomach and began to pull.

The most obscene sound followed, like a wet queef but so much more sloppy, as something massive began to come free.

At first Peirine wasn't sure what she was looking at. The otterkin appeared to be writhing and keening and moaning as a metal ring with something enormous attached to it was pulled from beneath her skirt.

There was clearly some form of magic at play here, just like a pregnant woman might hide her belly, the sheer amount of mass—! How was there so much?

Peirine watched intently as what appeared to be the shaft of some enormous cock the size of a dragon's was slowly dragged free from beneath her skirt, a cock girthier than the otterkins waist and so long… Peirine's mouth dropped a little further with each foot of horse dick that was slowly pulled free from the squealing thrashing squirting otterkin, three foot, four foot, until at last the final foot came free with a wet pop along with a few gallons of cum that splashed across the carpet.

The human teenager staggered backwards and nearly fell. Struggling desperately to hold up a slick with wet dick that was as nearly as tall as she was.

It was the most ridiculously oversized and realistic dildo that Peirine had ever seen… if it even was a dildo! That thing was way too real looking!

Had these lunatics stolen a dragon's dick?!

But wait, it was clearly equine…

"C-Careful!" Keened the centaur as the pregnant teenager determinedly dragged the enormous disembodied cock across the carpet until she was between two of the couches.

"I am being careful, it's not my fault you've grown so much!... not that i'm complaining…" she said, biting her lip as she dragged the metal ring into position on the carpet and pushed the enormous dick upright.

Peirine stared at the literal towering spire of dick standing next to her. A monstrous thing riddled with finger thick veins and with a knobbled head, not to mention the fat medial ring. Maybe even a dragon would be envious of this thing… Actually, anyone would be.

It was as if every single little part of this dick had been perfectly designed to tickle at the female consciousness on the absolute most base and slutty level.

Not to mention the heat and scent it radiated. She felt herself flush as the scent washed over her, the heat of being near it tingling her skin, raising the hairs on the back of her neck.

She almost reached out for it then and there, her darkest curiosity nearly getting the better of her, instinctively inquisitive of this king of dicks.

Before she could, however, the pregnant teenager climbed atop the two couches' arms, one foot on one couch's arm, the other foot likewise.

The human teenager glanced at Peirine.

"Ahem, this may be, ah, a little lewd. You don't mind if I do this here, do you?"

Peirine stared at her nonplussed, quite unsure of what she was suggesting.

"I'm not totally sure what you mean, but I've had a pretty exciting day, I doubt anything could phase me at this point…" she mumbled.

The girl glanced at Peirine's 'pregnancy' and raised one eyebrow.

"Hmm, well, I guess you will see for yourself. Don't blame me if you don't like what you see," she said, turning back to the absurd penis she held steady before her.

Even that much higher up the plate-like tip of the dick was above her groin. Not that was going to stop her. With a cry she hopped, thrusting her hips up and over the top of the cock as her skirt flipped up and over too.

For a moment she seemed like she would tip over, the giant dildo falling, but then with a body shaking squeal she sunk down, a full foot of dick disappearing up her skirt as her tiptoes touched back down on the two couch's arms.

"Ogh fuuuuurk" groaned the teenager as her eyelids fluttered.

Peirine's eyes were from her midriff however, watching in shock as her belly pushed outward as the meaty column penetrated her, then continued to push out as she rocked and shifted her hips, bouncing up and down frantically as she drove the oversized dick into herself.

If Peirine hadn't seen it for herself she never would have believed it. As it was she could do little but watch as foot after foot of dick disappeared up the teenager's skirt, her blouse straining before violently bursting open as a vast dick bulge rose up from the top of her pregnant belly and before her breasts, the soft outline of the enormous cock in her pale flesh, pushing up from her parted riding jacket.

She wiggled as she reached the base, seeming to make sure she had the thing held tight. Then she rose to her feet.

If Peirine hadn't just witnessed the girl taking nearly five feet of dick into herself she would never have believed it. She appeared completely composed from the outside, with perhaps the exception of a little shakiness in her legs and her knees turned inward. Only the obscene shape of a monstrously large horse penis took away from that, her pregnant belly stretched over the column that rose up between her breasts and rose nearly two feet above her head, the broad head and medial ring visible through her flesh.

Of course with her belly tented up before her in such a way it created a slight problem, that is, she couldn't see anything in front of herself. The teenager frowned, then hooked one arm around the column and pushed it, angling it to the side so that she could see around her own belly bulging with dick. The effect was more than a little absurd, but the teenager carried it well, seemingly very used to carrying around the additional weight and size of her pregnancy, and able to quickly adapt to the additional weight and size of such a monstrous dick deforming her body.

The teenager smiled up at the centaur from around her obscene dick bulge, and gave it a small stroke.

The centaur shuddered.

Peirine had been so focused on the teenager that she had ignored the cries of the other otterkin, and it was only when she turned to look that she saw a set of smooth white tentacles thrusting what appeared to be a second penis up below the vulpines skirt as well, a similar bulge appearing from the top of the vulpine's pregnancy, which the vulpine casually pushed to one side, barely seeming to care that her body was so massively reshaped around the thing, as if it was nothing to her, normal.

…Wait, two dicks?! Tentacles?!

Feeling thoroughly confused she could only watch as the vulpine rocked her hips to get comfy and the tentacles disappeared back up her skirt.

It appeared that whatever enchantment the otterkins had been using to hide their stomach bulging with dick, were not being used by the human and the vulpine, for whatever reason. Was it a choice? Did they like to show off such a thing?!

The teenager brushed off her skirt and stepped back around the couch, one arm still angling her tented out stomach to the side still. She looked down at the two otterkin's from around it and frowned. The two collapsed otterkins were unmoving, limp as wet rope.

"Hey, can you two even stand?"

A faint groan came from the two of them and the teenager let out a sigh.

"Fine, come on then."

With difficulty she lowered herself down, having to make a few frequent stops as her thighs shook so badly that she nearly fell, a squeak escaping her lip and a rain of fluid from beneath her skirt at one point. But finally she reached down and grabbed the two and without preamble tossed them onto the centaur's back like luggage.

The insanely gorgeous elf had watched this with her arms crossed, only taking a moment to glare down at one of the ottaurs who was flicking her leg. The ottaur yelped and ran to hide behind one of the couches before the elf turned her intimidating gaze back.

"I really don't know if this is much better, yes there is the heat issue, but now you are all fighting over dick."

"We could have handled her, we were winning," One of the otterkins gave a half hearted wave from atop the centaur.

"No, you were not. Anymore and you two would have passed out. I hate to think how large you have made yourself in the dra- in the caverns, if there is even any cavern left, at this point it might just be all you two and nothing else."

"It really does help a lot with my heat though Ella," said the centaur, sounding a little hurt.

"I— I suppose that is true. Gods knows it's important to keep that down. Disappearing off to do an entire nation of cowkins when we have a job to do is hardly ideal. Speaking of which, where is this damned elusive headmistress, or anyone who can tell us where to find her for that matter."

Peirine's head turned hearing that. Her responsible and kind urges bubbling to the surface despite how she tried to fight them down.

"Uhmm. I'm not doing anything, I could take you to her if it helps?" she spoke aloud before she could stop herself.

The group turned to look at her in surprise, as if only now recalling that she existed and was there.

"If— if you like?" she finished weakly under so many eyes.

Ellaria gave her a look, a slight look of puzzlement crossing her expression as she noted her pregnant state. But then she seemed to give in.

"Very well. The job is time sensitive so it would appear we have no choice."

Peirine nodded and with difficulty began to rise to her feet.

Really she wasn't sure what she was doing. The urge to help was there, yes, but there was also an urge to keep near this group, to perhaps to get another scent of that intoxicating dick if possible. Her body demanded it, practically screamed for it.

She stood, hugging her cream filled belly, feeling more than a little shy around the group of what were clearly very experienced adventurers.

"This way please," she said, trying to instil a little confidence into her voice and failing.

She beckoned them to follow, waddling out with Strawberry and Apple following around her feet, and leading them across the extensive campus of the magic college. The great mage spires towered overhead as they walked, the peaks plated in oil slick chromatic metals, just as below their feet were colourful mosaics scattered across the grounds, some depicting the greatest archmages in the college's history, others famous dragons. Even the two otterkins woke up enough to look around with interest.

It was as they were passing through one of the main colonnades that the attack happened.

The colonnade was bracketed on one side with bushes and hedges, perfect for hiding an ambush, and so they were taken completely unawares as whips of water shot from the leaves, lancing by the pillars of the covered walkway and wrapping around the centaur's limbs, already trying to drag her away.

The reaction from the red haired elf was fast and ruthless. With a snap of her fingers the bushes flicker-ignited, every leaf vanishing in a puff of ash, and exposing the collection of students beneath. Nereids. Elf like girls with glossy green shoulder length hair and blue skin.

A dozen black and purple fireballs spooled into existence and hovered threateningly around them, emitting a low roar.

The students looked at ellaria in startled shock, not quite believing that their ambush had been instantly exposed and put under threat, even as they tried to haul back on the water formed tentacles.

They weren't having much luck, the centaur hadn't moved even a fraction of an inch, and with a sigh she brushed her arm across some of the tentacles obliterating them with the unstoppable motion.

Peirine recognised the Nereid students. Part of the infamous Theta sorority, a group of trouble makers and rule breakers unlike any other. Also a source of humiliation for herself as that sorority took great pleasure in seeing her beaten and humiliated in magic duels, viewing her pitiful water magic as a stick to beat her with.

The centaur let out a sigh as she flicked the last water tentacle. It promptly exploded into a fine mist from the force of the impact.

"I did hope that those Nereids from the public baths wouldn't recognise me like this, but I suppose it was too much to hope for."

One of the Nereids brightened up hearing that.

"See! I told you it was her! She just said as much!"

A flash of frustration crossed the centaur's face as it became clear that the students had not been completely certain of her identity, until just then.

"Oh for—"

"I had heard that a number of student whelps might think it a good idea to cause trouble," said the red headed elf eyeing the students, "Let me be perfectly clear as only an ex-lecturer can be. If you come at us again, being incinerated will be the least of what you suffer. Now, get out of my sight."

She flicked out her hand and the fireballs roared toward the students who flinched away from the boiling heat and menacing presence of the things before turning tail and fleeing.

"You were a lecturer?" mumbled Peirine, struggling to imagine what this gorgeous yet terrifying elf would be like as a teacher. Respect? Most students would prostrate themselves before one such as this.

"Hmm... yes. I even taught here for a few semesters. Before your time I imagine." She glanced over Peirine, seeming to study her for a moment. "Students are like street dogs. You have nothing to fear if they fear you."

The way the elf said those words made Peirine shiver. She had been a student once upon a time, and her inner student reacted with visceral fear at the thought of having this elf as a teacher, which paradoxically only made her even more attractive.

"That's easier said than done, I'm an Omnilist, a not very strong one…"

"Oh?" said the elf, "Then that just means you need a certain amount of creativity. The trick is combining other elements with fire to increase its potency. I've actually known a number of Omnilists who became quite deadly assassins in that way. For example…"

Peirine walked non-plussed beside the elf as she gave her a short lecture on various… assassination techniques?

It was certainly true that she would be feared if a student thought they might be drenched in elemental oil and set on fire, or have hair set on fire at any moment through a timed hibernating carbon spark, or if she created a compressed gas explosion, but she was certain the headmistress would not approve!

And what hell was she even hearing anyway?! Assassination techniques?! That was not something that was in any of her textbooks. Just who was this elf!?

She was almost relieved then, when they reached the headmistresses office in an out of the way corridor. some of the techniques this elf was discussing sounded like they should be illegal to even think about! She had no idea that the element of fire could be used so inventively… and dangerously…

She did make sure to memorise them however. Permanently memorise them.

The next time a student tried to bully her things would certainly be a bit more… explosive.

At last the door to the head mistresses office opened, but then stopped, the door only ajar. A female face appeared at the crack, one wearing red spectacles, her severe black hair done up in a bun. Her face was slightly flushed as if she had been running.

Peirine had a vague feeling of deja vu.

"Yes? What is it? Quickly now, I am extremely busy with very important college things."

The red headed elf stepped forward.

"We're here about the ghost job. I assume you have the students we are to guide?"

The head mistress pursed her lips.

"Oh. That. Right."

The door slammed closed before opening a moment later. A letter was thrust into Ellaria's hands from the gap.

"Speak to my secretary and she will see about finding the selected students and the locale. Now, good day to you, I am very busy."

The door slammed shut in their faces and there was a moment of stunned silence.

"She, uhm, does seem very busy," mumbled one of the otterkins from the centaur's back.

"As long as we get paid I don't care." said the elf, "Noble students pay out the nose for job experience of this level. It was incredibly fortunate I grabbed this job from the board before anyone else noticed it."

"They had better not be students from that Theta Sorority," muttered the centaur as she began walking away, "They would be more interested in me than this supposed ghost."

Peirine watched them go. She almost wanted to follow them. What was likely a gold rank band hunting a mysterious ghost? That had a certain adventurous appeal to it, not to mention possibly being close to that disembodied penis again. She didn't know what to make of that, but her body certainly did.

She was about to set off back to her office to check whether it had been cleaned when the door to the head mistresses office creaked open once more.

"Hey, psst," hissed the head mistress.

Peirine blinked.

"Yes?"

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice? What the hell were you thinking walking around with a belly full of seed!? That's utterly obscene! What? Did you tell everyone you were pregnant?? Are you mad?!"

Peirine paled and cowered beneath the head mistress's outrage.

Her boss knew.

Her boss knew she had a belly full of cum.

Sheer dread and shame nearly made her run screaming then and there.

But then a small thought skittered across her mind like a lost baby bunny.

The thought was: how the hell did her boss know?"

"How the hell would you know I'm not pregnant?!" she snapped, her back straightening as she stood proudly, defiant.

The head mistress gave her a sour look, clearly displeased with her insubordination.

But then she opened the door fully, and Peirine gasped as her eyes fell on the equally massive cum belly of the head mistress.

"Oh— ohh," she choked.

"Yes, 'oh'. With you having two of these new curious subspecies in tow it was hardly likely that you would be hiding such an extensive pregnancy.

"Bweh!" said Apple and Strawberry in agreement.

"W-Wait, doesn't that mean you, uh…"

The head mistress rolled her eyes.

"Do you think I took a number of them to my bed on some pique of lust?"

"W-Well I—"

"No. There is a secret to this strange new species… " she glanced around to make sure no one was in view then beckoned Peirine inside.

Peirine hesitantly entered with the two ottaurs following at her heels. The door clicked shut behind.

The place was dark with the curtains drawn, but she didn't need much light to see that there was a huge white orb floating in the middle of the room.

"It's a nice orb…?" said Peirine, unsure of what she was looking at.

"Have you really not realised?" the head mistress sighed, "Really Omnilists are about as attuned and sensitive as a brick. Watch."

The headmistress gestured at the orb and it formed into a small statue of Peirine including belly, before switching to that of one of the ottaurs, before turning to the headmistress herself.

"That's… not water…" said Peirine slowly, "You shouldn't be able to do that, as a water mage."

"Try it for yourself."

Peirine hesitated, but pushed her will into the substance as she might water, and to her shock found it incredibly responsive, far FAR more responsive than any water, and more, she could control so much of it! It was as if she were using her water magics to their true potential for the first time in her life!

She paused in the middle of shaping a vase from the substance, as something dawned on her.

"Wait… is this cum?!"

"Seed from this new exotic species, yes."

Peirine put her hands over her eyes and let out a pained groan of despair.

She could have cleaned her office at any freaking time had she known her magic could affect it. This entire mess had been for nooooothing!!!!

"I would think you would be most interested of all in this substance, considering it will make your pitifully weak water magics significantly more powerful, easily enough for you to stand up against the average water mage."

Peirine peeked between her digits. "You think so?"

"Yes, obviously." she paused, "...Which would also make you more motivated than most to help me… and willing to keep such a thing secret…"

"Help with what?"

The head mistress didn't reply, but pushed open a door at the back, revealing a bedroom built into the office.

A dozen ottaurs lazing on the bed perked up as the door opened, every one of them sporting enormous erections and overly full balls just as large as Strawberry and Apple's had been.

"Well?"

Peirine found herself walking toward the bedroom before she knew it.

She needed that seed to augment her magic in a way that she couldn't quite put into words. This was power, a chance to be more than just a joke of a mage, a chance to revive her career, or find an adventuring band willing to take her. She needed it.

It was also the responsible and kind thing to do to see that this clearly over productive species had their needs seen too. For sure.

Also it felt fucking awesome.

The bedroom door clicked shut behind.