Centaurus Chapter 77 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Peirine, a teacher at Draconica’s Magic College, unexpectedly finds herself responsible for a pair of mischievous Feytaurs. In a series of unfortunate and messy events, she becomes stuck in a bathroom stall with them while her colleagues unknowingly chatter and gossip outside. To keep the noisy and messy pair quiet, and to hide her shame, she has no choice but to relieve them, and so, a little later, an overfilled and deeply satisfied Peirine stumbles free from the bathroom. She comes across the band Magic Mog as she is recovering, oblivious to the Feytaurs' origin, but leads the band to the headmistress all the same, (as a kind and responsible person would). The headmistress then dispatches Magic Mog to find the students they are to guide, before roping Peirine into dealing with many more Feytaurs, to her dismay/delight.

Now, Chapter 77:

Lucy the Squire leaned against a weathered stone pillar just outside the city gates. The summer sun dappled over her golden blonde curls framing a face dotted with freckles which in turn set off her long lashes and bright green eyes.

She was clad in an equestrian riding jacket that lay unbuttoned and open, unable to accommodate her burgeoning pregnancy (not to mention the top of her belly which bulged out with the excessive amount of Fey she held within herself). Underneath the jacket, she wore a white blouse that strained across her bosom, along with a pair of skin-tight beige riding leggings that she had pulled on for the trip.

Not just her belly had grown since meeting Fey, in fact it was safe to say that she had grown as a person too. Certainly she was more than just the equestrian obsessed noble whelp she had been in Bine. For example she had found her soulmate in Fey (it was more than just goddam carnal stuff okay?!) and had become something of an important helper for the band. Well… she wasn't quite an adventurer, and doubted she ever would be, not really, hunting and slaying monsters wasn't her thing… That said, the buffs she could supply Fey with were extremely useful to the band named Magic Mog, so she had come to think of herself as not so much an adventurer but as a Squire, a Squire to Fey, who was, she liked to think, her Knight in shining armour.

Lucy the Squire of Fey the Knight.

It was all very romantic and she squeezed her internals around the monstrous shaft penetrating her body and causing Fey, who was several meters away, to lift her head and let out a small adorable squeak.

With the new portal rings she didn't even need to be beneath Fey to have her inside of her. She had taken several portal rings with her when she had left Bine and had managed to pester Ruby into upgrading them, scaling the metal to account for Fey's increased growth.

They were just perfect for hiding lewdness while in public really. Two of the portal rings were pressed up in between Fey's back legs portaling her lengths. The two destination portal rings were with Lucy and Vivi, the rings held within their panties and pressing their thighs apart. The two lengths emerged from the rings and were sheathed within them, tenting up the top of their rounded bellies before their breasts.

She could bask in the satisfying sensation of being so stretched and filled in public forever of course… but they were here for a reason.

Her gaze drifted over the band scattered around her on the cobbled road. The cobblestone underfoot had weathered countless years of foot traffic, and more as waiting crowds had formed for passage in and out the city.

There was Fey, her blonde hair radiant in the summer sun. She seemed unfazed by the task ahead. Her eyes were distant, as if contemplating the plains and fields she was more accustomed to. The two otterkins lazed on her back, sunbathing without a care in the world.

Close by, Vivi the vulpine warrior leaned against another pillar, her pure snow white fur contrasting beautifully with the weathered stone. Her eyes were shut, and Lucy wondered if she was taking a standing nap for a moment, but then her ear twitched at a nearby sound.

And there was Flor- Well, no, Flora had elected not to come on this job. She said it was because she despised the idea of "nannying moron dumbfuck students", in her own words, but really Lucy got the impression she was just sulking about her continued ban from Fey and had gone to drown her sorrows.

A little distance away, Ellaria's eyes scanned the crowd. As she moved her head her vibrant red hair seemed to glow in the sunlight, mirroring her fiery and beyond beautiful nature. Lucy was thankful that at least some of the band was paying attention, it wasn't like she needed Vivi's experience to know they were being followed.

They were waiting to guide two students from the city's magic college through a job, two who were looking to gain safe experience and levelling, and would pay through the nose for a gold rank band's protection.

Finding them, however, had been an issue. The clearly very wealthy students had needed runners sent after them as they hadn't turned up for college that morning. After some waiting the band had received a reply, the students would be collecting their carriage to meet up with them at the city gates.

"Ellaria, have you noticed we're being watched?" Lucy finally broke the silence.

The elf barely glanced her way before answering, "Of course. They followed us all the way from the college."

Vivi looked up from where she was leaning against the pillar. She had acquired a wide brimmed sun hat from somewhere, her white furred ears poking from two holes cut in the top.

"It's that one water mage sorority." Vivi nodded at Fey, who appeared unconcerned. "You know they still want her."

Lucy could see fleeting movements around them—blue skinned and green haired figures adorned in academic robes. They darted behind wagons and carriages, peeking from around corners, their attempts at stealth really not very effective.

"S-so should we do something about it?" said Lucy, unsure if should be concerned by their hangers on.

Ellaria sighed. "Yes, I suppose. Clearly they didn't learn fear when they tried this at the college, and students that lack fear are no students at all," With a casual flick she summoned a dark violet fist sized fireball that writhed menacingly in the air. The summer light dimmed, and the air around chilled causing Lucy to shiver.

At the sight, the sorority girls let out a chorus of panicked cries and promptly scattered through the confused crowd.

Ellaria dispelled the fireball in an instant, turning back to the group with a small satisfied teachery smile. The sorority apparently did remember nearly getting roasted alive at the college, they had just needed a small reminder.

Lucy's attention was diverted from Ellaria's victory however by the sound of wheels against cobble.

An opulent white horseless carriage came into view before creaking to a stop before them.

Their wards had arrived.

From it stepped a blonde haired elf wearing a white summer gown with more gold embroidery than was reasonable. She was followed by a broad hipped and thick tailed drake, with white scales speckled with pink, and clad in semi transparent pink silks. She also wore a sapphire-encrusted tiara (which looked faintly ridiculous and completely inappropriate for adventuring in Lucy's opinion). (Not that Magic Mog could speak with half the band appearing pregnant.)

They surveyed the band.

"You should have come to my mansion," the gowned elf scolded, not bothering to mask her disapproval as she looked over the group, a twist of irritation crossing her brow in particular when she noticed her fellow elf in Ellaria, a fellow elf who was perhaps the prettiest elf in creation.

Lucy managed a courteous smile, although it felt more like a grimace. "Actually, we were expecting you, outside the city gates, as you asked us to, miss Evangeline, miss Lucretia."

The white scaled drake scoffed, adjusting her tiara with an air of supreme confidence as silks fluttered around her broad hips. "Were you told that? Well, let's get on with it then. You're being paid more than enough for your expertise after all."

Lucy sighed. Maybe she would take a backseat while the band dealt with these two.

The elf paused on Lucy as she heard the sigh and checked her over, noticing that she was of age to be a college student like her, "You're really an adventurer?" She raised an eyebrow, her gaze locking onto Lucy's rounded belly and then above where it was tented out strangely. "What is this? This isn't a pregnancy."

Before Lucy had a chance to react, the elf placed her hand on the bulge emerging from the top of her belly.

"Ah," Lucy gasped softly, momentarily taken aback. She quickly collected herself, meeting the elf's eyes around the obscene dick bulge that extended above her head. "I'm not an adventurer, but I, erm, will fight with the band, and this," she gestured towards her lewdly shaped stomach, "Doesn't change that."

The elf's curiosity didn't wane; instead, her hands moved up the odd trunk like protrusion that rose so high. "Some kind of adventurer's gimmick? A skill? Part of your Class?" Evangeline queried, poking and prodding it without any mind to personal space. "This kind of thing is not normal, and I would know, my Class specialises in Biology, and more, I have taken several anatomy lessons, I have expertise."

The sensation was intense as Lucy was so tightly stretched over Fey's cock and she squirmed under the attention. "That's, ahn, it's not what you think it is," she stammered, trying to gently but firmly extricate herself from Evangeline's grasp. The elf's touch, though presumptuous, felt amazing.

Evangeline's fingers continued their inquisitive journey, tracing the outline of the mysterious protrusion that rose conspicuously from Lucy's midsection. Her touch, light but firm, followed the contours, trying to discern its structure, to learn. "Is it hollow? My Skill senses flesh, but no…" She murmured, seemingly talking more to herself than to Lucy, showing all the signs of a genuinely inquisitive student.

This wasn't a biology lesson dammit!

Lucy grit her teeth, both from the moan inducing sensation and the sheer audacity of Evangeline's actions. "It's... it's not like anything you'd understand!" she finally managed to gasp, her voice tinged with the pleasure of being touched in such a way.

Only further Intrigued, Evangeline gave a tug on the protrusion, trying to angle it down from where it rose above their heads, and causing Lucy to inhale sharply. "It's flexible, too? Ah, is this some kind of human trait? How strange, humans can be so exotic, but then the vulpine has one too, it simply must be an adventur—"

"A-Alright, that's enough exploration for now," Lucy got out, trying to step away from the curious student, but if her words were heard she didn't show it.

It was too late anyway, Fey had begun to show signs of feeling it too. The massive centaur started trotting in place, her hooves clattering on the cobblestones, causing a few nearby passersby to turn and stare. Her tail swished erratically through the air, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

Evangeline frowned, taking instant and alert notice of the centaur's reaction. Experimentally she squeezed the bulge in her hands. Fey's reaction intensified. The centaur's hooves seemed to momentarily lose contact with the ground as she let out an even louder gasp, her tail now swinging wildly.

As only an attentive student could, Evangeline realised that the centaur's reactions were directly connected. Becoming more curious by the moment she gave the bulge a harder squeeze with both hands, putting some strength behind it, watching closely for Fey's response.

Fey seemed to relish the sensation, her hooves dancing more softly on the cobblestones now and her eyes closing for a moment as if savouring the experience. Her tail, which had been swishing wildly, seemed to settle into a more rhythmic movement, like a metronome set to the tempo of Evangeline's ministrations.

Lucy watched the interaction with mixed emotions. On the one hand, she was relieved to see that Fey wasn't distressed; on the other, this was supposed to be a professional job and this was decidedly not that!

"Evangeline, while it's great that you're, erm, curious, we kind of have a job to do…" she suggested, hoping the inquisitive student would lose interest.

She did not, and her fingers moved up either side of the bulge. As she resumed her explorations, Fey's reactions grew more pronounced. The centaur's hooves pounded against the cobblestones with increasing energy, and her tail thrashed at the air, even more so when the elf muttered something about using an analysis Skill, a light vibration flowing through into Lucy, and Fey below as she used her Class to try and discern what she was touching.

It was clear that Evangeline's actions were having a building effect on Fey. Lucy cleared her throat and spoke with more urgency, "Th-this isn't the time or place for, um, learning!"

Evangeline, seemingly, barely registered Lucy's words. Her fingers continued to squeeze the trunk like bulge in puzzlement, watching as Fey's reactions grew even more intense, applying even more of her Skills. The centaur's breathing had become ragged, and her eyes were half-lidded as she fell into the attention she was receiving until she couldn't contain herself any longer.

L-Lucy, I can't— I'm gonna—!"

Lucy's eyes widened. Fey had been quite subdued since she had pumped multiple loads into the otterkins at the college, mainly because Lucy and Vivi had been very careful not to overstimulate the massive centaur, each of them figuring out how to walk so as to avoid over stimulating the lengths within them, keeping Fey at a low boil. (Not to mention the use of more than a few anti-heat potions.)

But this idiot student was ruining all of that!

"Get off me, you moron!" she cried, grabbing hold of her bulging stomach and yanking it away from the disrespectful student's hands.

Big mistake. The motion caused Fey to whinny, letting out a lurid and loud moan, drawing the attention of dozens in the crowd. If the magical prodding and poking attention hadn't pushed her over the edge then that certainly had.

"Vivi, the plan! Quickly!" shouted Lucy.

Vivi reached for a pouch on her hip and pulled out a scrap of dragon silk just as white Wummy tentacles darted from the hem of her skirt and snatched it from her paw. In the same motion, she shuffled up beside Lucy, using her body to hide the tentacles writhing around her rear.

A larger tentacle, firmly gripping the silk in its tip, slipped under Lucy's leggings, causing her to gasp and then gasp louder as it slipped past her labia stretched tight around Fey's shaft and up into her passage.

"What the…?" Evangeline exclaimed as the tentacle spiralled its way up Fey's shaft within Lucy, showing itself as a spiralled ridge pushing out Lucy's stomach flesh.

The spiral reached the tip of the bulge just as an identical one reached the top of Vivi's, placing the scraps of silk onto the tips of Fey's cocks within their wombs.

"Kayla, Lily, get ready, damn you!" cried Lucy as she felt Fey's cock flexing madly within her.

The two otterkins on Fey's back grabbed for the paired silks on their end and thrust them under their short skirts, pushing them up inside themselves before producing a pair of rubber pussy plugs and thrusting them up their skirts too, another acquisition from Ruby.

Overwhelmed by the sensations, Fey let out an impassioned whinny, her voice mingling a note of wildness with sheer exhilaration. Her powerful hind legs kicked up into the air, mindless as she released.

Lucy squealed as she felt Fey's cock becoming thicker and stiffer within her, flexing and unflexing as Fey ejaculated massively.

They had planned ahead of this eventuality of course. It simply wouldn't do for Fey to blimp Vivi and Lucy into the size of a building while they were on a serious job. It just wasn't practical. So the band had come up with a plan to counteract that happening in the time they had been at the city gates.

The 'planning' had been more of a debate admittedly. Kayla and Lily as the resident cum tanks had flat out and loudly demanded that Fey's cocks be returned to them so that they could be filled with even more seed.

Lucy and Vivi had refused of course, they were reluctant to give up being so stretched and filled with dick. But the otterkin's had managed to eventually persuade a compromise by pointing out how if Lucy and Vivi clad themselves with silk like the two otterkins then they would lose out on being truly shaped around Fey. Being wrapped tight around Fey dick from pussy to womb was obviously much better and the two otterkins were making a sacrifice for the band really, or so they claimed.

Along with otterkin's begging and pleading they had forged a compromise. Lucy and Vivi would keep Fey within themselves, but the two greedy for cum otterkin's would continue their part as the band's resident cum tanks.

It almost worked.

Fey, Vivi, Lucy, Kayla and Lily let out various moans and gasps as all five of them experienced intense orgasm. Fey's balls clenched as she pumped seed into her shafts, each shaft being portaled to Vivi and Lucy's pussies using the steel rings, the seed then rising up the shafts, then exploding from both urethras directly into the small scraps of dragon silk being held over them by Wummy's tentacles. The lake's worth of seed roared through the silk and poured into the counterpart scraps of silk inside the vaginal passages of Kayla and Lily.

It was… very very much an overly complicated setup Lucy considered, as she crested a mindmelting orgasm and messily squirted down the cobble through her leggings to Evangeline's cry of surprise. But very well worth it in her opinion, especially as almost the entire band got to experience Fey at once, a shared love for their alpha breeder.

The girls writhed as they came over and over, their juices splashing everywhere from beneath fluttering skirts.

The two otterkins flung themselves on their backs atop Fey and drummed their heels against her as a river of seed roared into them, stretching their unseen bodies further and stimulating their passages as they hosed down Fey and the people around in girlcum in an obscene fountain.

It was all going exactly according to plan, a simple emergency transfer of inconvenient seed to the two otterkin cumtanks… Except the two otterkin cumtanks were so full and the rubber plugs just weren't quite enough and the pressure within was just a little too much.

Lily squealed as the high pressure seal her labia formed around the rubber plug slipped and a jet of white seed shot from beneath her fluttering skirt ten meters into the air, then another, and another. Cum shot out wildly from under Kayla and Lily's skirts, flipping the fabric up as they failed to contain Fey's monstrous output. The crowd cried out in surprise as lines of white were cast across them, splattering up the sides of carriages and over merchandise to the waiting merchants' outrage.

The twins fought back, clamping their loins again's Fey's back as they clenched down on the rubber, fighting to contain the seed within their bodies, and yes, succeeding, the rounded shape of their triple dragon silk clad bellies rounding out further as the small sea of semen filling their wombs expanded within the dragon silk caverns.

The pair of cumtank twins held on as Fey's ejaculation raged, grinding their hips down against her back as they battled to contain her, straining to their utmost, Lily even using a squad of teddybears to help pin her hips against's Fey's spine, cutting off the seed from escaping, for the most part.

And then Fey was done, and she let out a little shivery sigh as she slumped. The two otterkin's flopped backwards limp, breathing desperately hard as they lay in the cum puddle that soaked Fey's back and oozed in long sloppy strings down her flanks to puddle to the cobble below.

The plan was a mess.

Lucy wasn't doing much better, having lost the ability to stand as her legs shook so violently, she was slumped on the ground, her leggings soaked top to bottom with her juices.

Only Vivi remained upright, the veteran fox girl remaining stoic through sheer bloody will power.

Evangeline looked between them all with her mouth hanging open.

"Wha- What the fuck was that!? Why are you making those outrageous sounds?! Did… Did you pee on me?!"

Lucy, breathing hard, looked up at the elf standing over her.

"It's—" she gasped, "An adventurer thing, you wouldn't understand! Our— a form of, uh, team Skill exercise before we go out on a job, v-very important!"

"But—"

"Quite." said Ellaria, stepping forward. "Adventuring is a matter of life and death, if they don't occasionally raise their heart rates through this method then it could put our lives in danger due to the way our Classes work together. It's all very complicated and has some side effects, but is all above board and normal. That you don't understand this aspect of adventuring is why you are here, to learn. You are a student, yes?"

"...I… I Don't see how such sounds—"

"It's very painful," interjected Lucy, changing tact, "That's just how hardcore we adventurers are. Didn't you hear the screams?"

Evangeline frowned at this, as Lucretia muttered, "Sounded like the nice kind of screams to me…" behind her.

But the two students begrudgingly accepted this explanation as they couldn't quite grasp what the hell else might have happened. They were just as confused as the crowd around, the excuse of it being 'weird adventurer stuff' came easy to all.

Ellaria, hearing the questions die down, took it as her cue to refocus the group.

"Alright, everyone gather your belongings. We need to get moving; daylight's burning. You two pay attention while we are out, adventuring is dangerous work."

Lucretia and Evangeline exchanged glances, before hesitantly climbing back onto the enchanted open top carriage.

Evangeline looked down at the band from her seat, a faintly annoyed glance shot Fey's way as she noticed Fey was still higher up than she was despite the added height of the carriage. On Fey's back a small squad of teddy bears had just finished wiping away the remaining seed and tossing the soaked rags overboard.

"Well? We aren't paying you to rest on your laurels. Show us why a gold rank guide costs what it does," snapped Evangeline.

She rapped the side of the carriage with her knuckles and the carriage's wheels began to spin, emitting a soft magical hum as they moved. Fey helped Lucy and Vivi onto her back, and the band fell into step beside the vehicle, their footsteps echoing on the cobblestone road that led them away from the city gates. The crowd of merchants looked very very very glad to see the adventurers leaving.

…As the minutes turned into hours on the road Lucy unfortunately found herself stuck listening to the two students speaking in their open top carriage.

Lucretia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her silk clad breasts, "You wouldn't know. Mother decided to host a collection of miniature centaurs for some charity event, and now she won't stop cooing over them as if they are the only thing worthy of attention in the world. Her circle of friends are in on it too, it's worse than any kind of flash in the pan fashion nonsense I've ever seen. Well, not that she doesn't treat them like fashion accessories, always wandering around her feet and pestering her for food and treats."

Evangeline snorted air through her nose hearing that. "Hmm. Yours too? All her attention has shifted to the pint-sized things. It's insufferable. I have half a mind to kick them out when mother isn't looking, but I'm sure she would ground me if I did. I might do it anyway…"

There was a pause in thought, and then they both glanced at Fey, who was trotting beside them, irritation seeping into their expressions at the familiar centauric form.

"Speaking of centaurs," Evangeline muttered, her voice tinged with disdain, "You're quite the large one, aren't you? At least the little ones don't take up so much space."

"Erm?" said Fey, unsure what she was getting at.

Lucretia nodded in agreement as she lazed in the carriage, "Exactly. An elephant like you must be quite cumbersome for your band, it's a miracle you can fit indoors, or perhaps you don't and merely stay in the stables, I do wonder."

Fey looked at them, her eyes narrowing slightly at the barb.

Lucy spoke up from her back, feeling a little responsible. It was her Class and Gear 2 that was turbocharging Fey and making her larger than she would be after all. "Well, I think Fey is perfectly sized, and exactly what the band needs." She patted Fey's back, as if to say, 'don't let them get to you.'

"Did I ask for your opinion?" sneered Evangeline, looking down her nose at Lucy as if a weird bug had begun talking. "You defy my examination Skills, but you hardly look like you belong amongst this band. What? Are you a student too? Too poor to pay, so you fluff pillows to be allowed amongst adventurers?"

Lucy was about to snap back at her when Vivi elbowed her in the side. She was sitting side-saddle next to her on Fey's back. "Try not to start something with your peers on our job. Yes, peers, you were more alike than you realise not long ago."

"You—" said Lucy, before abruptly shutting her mouth. If Vivi intended to draw her away from an argument it had worked, even if it stung. More than stung. She winced at the comparison, her cheeks flushing slightly.

The students returned to loudly complaining as Lucy stewed.

Once upon a time, the description admittedly might have fit her perfectly. She had been that spoiled rich girl student, enamoured with horses and equestrian sports, the kind of girl who got everything she wished for.

But that already felt like a lifetime ago.

She had grown—both as a person and in her responsibilities. Her relationship with Fey had transcended her lust; it was a partnership built on mutual respect! (probably) She was no longer just a girl who loved horses, she had evolved into a critical support for her adventuring companions, using her Class to enhance Fey and keep them safe!

"S-So what?" Lucy said, meeting Vivi's gaze squarely and lifting her chin, "I'd like to think I've grown a bit since then. If you're looking for a noble brat, you'll have to look elsewhere."

Lucy let out a huff as she noticed Vivi's lip twitch, amused at her teasing.

Doing her best to ignore the vulpine, and the continued loud commentary from the two students, she turned away from them and focused on watching the road pass by beneath Fey's hooves.

It was a long day of travel and the students didn't shut up, to the point Lucy found herself actively annoyed with them. Was she really like this at one point!? She was going to end up hating her past self at this rate!

Fortunately every few hours they had a short stop for Fey to empty her balls as Lucy and Vivi masturbated their stomach bulges until she came, which was very refreshing for all involved. That the hidden emptying annoyed and confused the two students was a nice additional bonus.

Their destination wasn't far from the city. Having come out the mountain facing side of Draconica the forest soon enveloped the road and the setting sun cast its golden light through the gaps in the canopy, painting the forest floor with dappled shadows.

The atmosphere was mostly peaceful, the carriage moving silently through the serene woods, Fey trotting alongside, her hooves making soft thuds on the dusty paving. Vivi and Lucy rested atop her as Fey's designated dick sheaths, absorbed in their thoughts, along with the napping otterkins.

The only flaw was the ongoing chatter from Lucretia and Evangeline, which after so long was wearing thin on the group's collective nerves. Their litany of complaints seemed never-ending, and Lucy had begun to think Flora might have had a point.

"This road is soooo intolerably bumpy," Lucretia groaned, clutching the carriage's side for dramatic effect.

"It's the centaur," Evangeline muttered. "Seriously, every time she takes a step it's like a minor earthquake."

Fey's eyebrow twitched irritably as she trotted alongside the carriage, but she remained silent and stoic and focused on the path ahead.

"Who the hell thought it a good idea to hire this lot anyway," Evangeline sighed, as if the band weren't in direct earshot.

"Exactly. If this is considered Gold Rank then I fear for the state of the city's guilds," Lucretia murmured, her head flopping back against her cushioned seat.

As Lucy listened to the incessant complaints, she found herself secretly hoping for some kind of diversion, wondering which would reach its end first: the forest or her own patience.

Almost as if the forest itself had heard her silent plea, the sound of rustling leaves and snapping branches filled the air, abruptly silencing the students' complaints.

A guilty sense of relief washed over her.

Ellaria, who had been leading the way, raised her hand, signalling a halt. "Evangeline, Lucretia, get off the carriage. I have a lesson for you."

"Why—"

"Now."

Though visibly annoyed, the two students complied.

They stepped down from the carriage, but before anything more could be said a mass of boulders and stones staggered from the undergrowth, branches and leaves scattering around its massive mossy boulder chest and stubby arms and legs. There was no head, it  was as if crude life had been given to a fall of ancient rock.

The expressions on Lucretia's and Evangeline's faces morphed from disdain to worry. "You can't be serious?" Evangeline stammered as the monster stomped to a halt before them.

"Are you expecting us to fight that thing?" Lucretia added, her voice rising an octave.

Ellaria's tone was steady. "You are here to improve yourselves in a safe environment. Now take it down, gain some experience, and level up."

For a moment, Lucretia and Evangeline exchanged incredulous glances, as if hoping Ellaria would laugh and reveal it was a joke.

Ellaria's expression remained serious.

"I can't believe this," Evangeline finally huffed. "Fine."

"Use whatever skills you have. We will back you up," spoke Ellaria.

Lucy felt a momentary touch of karmic glee at the student's discomfort.

Evangeline reached into her cleavage to retrieve a pouch. With a flick, she emptied its contents into the air. A dozen seeds floated before her, showing that she had been true to her word about her 'biology' focused Class. Channelling a Skill, the seeds exploded to life, thick wood spooling out of nothing and growing together until she had a crude brick shape.

With a grimace at the towering rock monster, she hurled the crude wooden brick toward it.

"Take this!"

To her dismay, the wooden brick collided with the creature with a resounding clonk, and bounced off, leaving barely a scratch.

It was not an impressive showing, even for a student.

"This isn't woooorking!" Evangeline complained loud and long, clearly frustrated.

Not to be outdone, if it could be called that, Lucretia took a deep breath before opening her white scaled jaws wide, unleashing a cone of orange fire at the monster. The hot air washing from it caused Lucy to lift her hand to protect her face. The flames hit with a blistering sizzling sound as the moss cooked off and remained focused on the stone until it faintly glowed.

Lucretia tried to maintain the flames like that, but soon found herself running out of breath. A moment later she was left doubled over, coughing and gasping for air as if she had run a marathon, even spitting out ash from her overexertion.

While some of the stone glowed from the heat it remained effectively unscathed, the thing taking merely a step back.

"See? It's impossible!" yelled Evangeline, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation.

Ellaria simply rolled her eyes. "If you expect battles to be won easily, then you're interested in the wrong line of work. It's up to you to rise to the occasion. Now, either try again with more thought, or step aside for someone who can handle it."

Evangeline and Lucretia exchanged glances, clearly debating whether to admit defeat.

Fey raised a hand, sighing. "It's fine, Ellaria. They don't need to destroy it to level up." Taking a step forward, her imposing size forced Evangeline and Lucretia to retreat a few steps.

"Wait!" Lucy cried, slipping from Fey's back as Vivi helped the otterkins down. "I, ahem, ah, need to level too. You are so far ahead of me, and I can't be your squire if I'm underleveled!"

"Squire?" spoke Fey with a puzzled look.

Lucy's cheeks flushed red. She hadn't meant to let that slip. "Well, yes, sort of like a squire but for adventurers. Someone who helps an adventurer without actually being one. Like, uhm, for a knight..."

The band stared at Lucy as she shifted awkwardly on the spot. Maybe she should have kept that particular romantic thought to herself…

Fey, however, tilted her head thoughtfully. "So you've been keeping me in Gear 2 all this time because… you want to level?"

Lucy blushed even harder. "Erm, well, yes, I found it helps with levelling, but for, ahem, other reasons too. I've learned more Skills that provide buffs because of that, but they only last a short time unlike Gearing. Will you let me try?"

Fey scratched her cheek, but then smiled. "If you want to level, then sure, why not."

Lucy scurried around Fey's massive form and pressed her hands flat against the side of Fey's flank. Being pregnant via Fey had the convenient side effect of passively levelling her up, but if she was helping to defeat monsters that would only accelerate her levelling further, which was only a good thing in Lucy's opinion as she was so far behind.

A squire needed to keep up with her knight in shining armour after all.

Carefully, she activated her strength-buffing skill. Light flowed from her hands, enveloping Fey's flank in an ethereal glow.

"Ooh!" Fey exclaimed, momentarily dancing on the spot, her heart rate spiking. "That feels nice!"

"Use it quickly!" Lucy yelled, retreating. "It only lasts a moment!"

Seizing the opportunity, Fey leapt forward, executing a mid-air spin with her natural dexterity. She landed with her rear facing the rock monster and, in a fluid motion, lashed out with a powerful back kick. Her hooves connected with the central and largest mossy boulder of the monster with a thunderous crack.

In an instant, the boulder vanished. Lucy's jaw dropped as the trees behind the monster exploded into sawdust, ripped apart by the force of the flying boulder. A series of near overlapping booms echoed, and a path appeared through the forest—fifty trees felled, a hundred, a hundred and fifty—

Then, a louder crunch. The boulder crashed into a great stone wall at the end of the carved path and exploded into fragments leaving the clearly enchanted wall mostly unscathed.

Evangeline and Lucretia stared at the destruction, mouths agape, eyes wide as saucers.

Ellaria pursed her lips, taking in the wall that had stopped the boulder. "It appears we've found our destination. We are closer than I had realised."

Lucy grinned at Fey, her cheeks flushed and her heart full of pride as a Squire.

For once, Evangeline and Lucretia had nothing to say.

Vivi eyed the devastation Fey's kick had caused. "If I ever think it's a good idea to have Lucy buff Fey when I bed her, remind me of this moment, okay?"

Lucy barely heard Vivi's comment, or the exclamations from the two students as they counted their level gains, she was too buoyed by her own success. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she realised she had levelled up, a portion of the experience from the slain the monster going to her for having buffed Fey.

Her primary Gear Skill had been upgraded, now able to reach Gear 3.

For a moment, she almost threw herself at Fey, eager to see what Gear 3 would unleash on her centauric knight.

But she hesitated, realising that this wasn't something to be taken lightly. Their relationship, though intimate, deserved respect! Lucy held back. It wouldn't be right to spring this on Fey without a proper explanation, especially since the skill upgrade felt like an intimate matter between them— a secret between a Knight and her Squire.

Her internal debate was cut short as the group began moving away. Hurrying to catch up, Lucy followed them down the forest path.

They didn't have to go far. Just a short distance ahead lay a pair of solid black oak gates set into the great wall, the same wall that the now-destroyed rock monster had struck.

Ellaria knocked on the imposing gate.

Nothing happened… and then nothing continued to happen.

"Try yelling?"

"There's no one here, clearly."

"Well yell extra loud then, somebody has to hear you."

"What if there is no one left," whispered Kayla, looking a little spooked. She and Lily had reclaimed their seat atop Fey.

They were about to try shouting for answers when the gate creaked open, seemingly on its own, as there was no one to greet them on the other side.

Kayla let out a small scared sound, her eyes darting around as if expecting an attack.

"M-Magic? That was just an enchanted gate, r-right? Right?!"

The others had no answer for her.

With varying degrees of hesitation—and vocal complaints from Evangeline and Lucretia—the band stepped inside.

"Hello?" Fey called out, but her voice echoed back from the cobbled streets unanswered.

The village was deserted.

"What is this?" Lucy muttered, looking around with a sense of unease.

Ellaria tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I suspect the haunting issue may be more severe than we were led to believe. It seems the villagers have either fled or…—"

Her words trailed off as she turned and knocked on the nearest door.

A muffled, unfriendly voice came from within.

"What do you want?"

"—Are in hiding," finished Ellaria before raising her voice to speak with the one behind the door. "We are adventurers. We are here to deal with your so-called haunting problem," Ellaria replied.

"Adventurers? We need priests, not bloody adventurers!" snapped back the voice.

Unperturbed, Ellaria responded, "I assure you that for the most part hauntings come under adventurer's purview as most reported 'ghosts' are actually—"

"Then go! Go to the inn! See how you fare!"

The band exchanged glances. This wasn't the warmth they usually received from desperate villagers. Villagers were usually at least somewhat friendly to adventurers unlike towns and cities, grateful for monster extermination and willing to overlook crude behaviour.

Lucy turned, as did the band, their gaze following the cobbled path winding through the village that snaked across the edge of a great steaming lake and up to where a sprawling inn was built, steam billowing from within its walls.

"Ooh, an inn with a hot spring!" Lily exclaimed from her perch atop Fey. "I've always wanted to run—uh, visit one!"

Fey frowned as she examined the building, clearly less enthusiastic. "That architecture looks the same as the Inari's estate, and the same as that strange land over the wall of their estate… I… don't like this…"

It was true, the sprawling inn was built with elegant overhanging roofs made up of cylindrical green ceramic tiles, a contrast to the red tiles that covered the other small run down buildings in the village.

It looked decidedly out of place.

"...Do the Inari own this inn?" puzzled Fey. "I don't see why it would—"

"Who cares! Let's go, go, go!" Lily cried, unable to contain her excitement, practically bouncing on Fey's back. "If it is the Inari then great! If it isn't then it's still great!"

"I suppose we need somewhere to stay even if we find nothing," Ellaria mused. "The inn is as good a place as any."

Evangeline scoffed. "Of course it's acceptable. It's the only half decent looking accommodation in this hole!"

The group moved off toward the inn which beckoned with the promise of comfort and rest, passing by the mountain lake the village was nestled against as steam billowed across its placid surface. The air was tinged with the faint scent of lavender and sulphur.

They didn't see a single other soul as they made their way up the mossy steps, past the sliding door, and into the comfortably lit interior, artful paper lanterns giving the place a warm golden glow under the darkening sky.

No one stood behind the reception.

Lucy looked around, feeling more than a little unsettled. Ellaria seemed to think a haunting was something they could deal with, but Lucy wasn't so sure about that. 'Ghosts' were as nothing like the walking pile of rocks they had fought outside the village. You couldn't fight what you couldn't touch or see.

The sign-in book suddenly flipped open on its own, the cover slamming down with a bang as pages furled past one by one. Lucy flinched at the sound. No one had been near the book.

"M-Must've been the wind," Lucy said, her voice tinged with nerves.

"What wind? We're indoors," Vivi responded, her tone as flat as the expression on her face.

"Uhm, then maybe an automatic enchantment? So we can sign in or… something…" Lucy's voice trailed off, not entirely convinced by her own explanation.

Vivi raised an eyebrow but then shrugged. "Sure." She stretched and yawned before patting the dick bulge of her belly. "It's getting dark out, and as much as I enjoy the feeling of riding around all day with so much of Fey in me that I feel pleasure drunk, I still need a break."

Lucy glanced between her own bulging belly and Vivi's, acknowledging silently that she had a point. It was incredibly satisfying to be stretched out this way, but the regular mega orgasms she moaned and shuddered her way through were beginning to make her feel almost tipsy. She suspected a few more hours of this would render her as addled as the twins had been, even without the addition of so much seed.

Lily chimed in, nodding in agreement. "That's the other reason why I wanted to come here." She gestured to her legs which were still a little damp from the last time they had soothed Fey. "I'd like to be somewhat clean before going to bed, you know, just a thought."

"Quite," Ellaria added, waving for everyone to follow her as she moved behind the reception desk. "To the showers to wash off the day's travel then. Follow me."

Fey trotted happily behind Ellaria, her hooves clonking against the floorboards. Vivi, Evangeline, and Lucretia trailed after them.

Lucy glanced between the band's backs and the now unmoving sign-in book. Had the pen beside it moved?

Couldn't be.

She shivered before hurrying to catch up, pondering how she might steal a private moment with Fey. She had so much she wanted to discuss, well, mostly about the new Gear 3 that her levelling had granted her.

After exploring the sprawling inn for a while (still deserted despite being fully lit), they came across what appeared to be a washhouse. Lucy's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the spacious room. Wooden lockers and benches lined the tiled walls, and an intricate network of ornate brass pipes crisscrossed the ceiling at the far end of the room.

Before Lucy could point it out, Evangeline and Lucretia scampered forward, twisting valves and turning knobs. Nothing happened for a moment, but then the pipes began to visibly shake, and then with a metallic brass groan steaming hot water began to shower from above creating an artificial rain over a wide area.

"Oh thank the gods, I did not expect to find something like this here," said Lucretia.

The two students flung their clothes off without a care. Despite being wealthy they were clearly born citizens of Draconica, and so saw public bathing and public nudity as the norm.

Fey having only to toss her blouse off was next to follow, the otterkin twins frantically disrobing all but the dragon silk as Fey stepped into the light rain of falling water.

The others tugged their clothes off and followed.

Evangeline and Lucretia paused in their scrubbing to cast curious eyes at Vivi and Lucy. Their pregnant bellies were fully exposed now, and the peculiar dick bulges extending above their heads from their bellies drew the students' attention, and even more so as they took note of the mass of tentacles coming from between Vivi's thighs, each tentacle holding brushes and scrubbers which were taking care of Vivi's fur and hair.

If they understood the tentacles to be a monster they didn't show it. But perhaps that was the naivety of a wealthy city dweller. Lucy wasn't sure she would have recognised what Vivi kept smuggled in her pussy at first sight either.

Curiosity and unspoken questions hung in the air. The mysterious protrusions and tentacles seemed to demand explanation.

Lucy felt increasingly self-conscious as Evangeline's eyes remained glued to her pregnant form. The sensation of being scrutinised and studied combined with the logistical challenge of cleaning her heavily pregnant body, complete with its unusual protrusion, made for an uncomfortable experience. She shot a glance at Fey, who seemed absorbed in lathering shampoo through her hair.

Clearing her throat, Lucy spoke awkwardly, "I don't know about you, but I think I need a break, aha, ha…."

Fey stopped, her hands still covered in suds, and looked down at Lucy. "Hmm? Oh. I have some, ah, hard-to-reach areas that could use cleaning, that is true."

"Exactly!" Lucy replied, relieved the centaur got her meaning.

She moved to stand beside Fey's imposing flank, her eyes falling on the two steel rings pressed against Fey's groin. They needed to be removed, and it appeared Vivi had the same intention as her paws reached to grasp the rings from the other side of Fey.

With an unspoken agreement, both Lucy and Vivi took hold of the steel rings from either side. Gathering their strength, they began to pull.

"AHN!" Lucy cried out. The sensation was disconcerting, she could feel the dick inside her shift as she pulled!

Vivi gasped softly but held on tight on the other side.

Fey let out a snort, hooves shifting across the tile as they attempted to free her lengths under the showering water.

The struggle to remove the steel rings eventually reached a feverish pitch, with Lucy, Fey, and Vivi pulling and tugging in a joint effort for nearly a minute. Just when it seemed like they might have to admit defeat, multiple tentacles suddenly emerged from between Vivi's thighs, and with a dexterity that neither hand nor paw could match, the tentacles quickly wrapped around the rings and, in one fluid motion, hauled them free. The now empty steel portal rings fell from between Vivi and Lucy's thighs to clatter and ring against the tile.

The abrupt release was incredibly intense, and unable to maintain her balance, Lucy shrieked and fell to the tiled floor, her body spasming with delight as her cavernous gape eased partly closed and quivered at the touch of the raining water.

Lucretia and Evangeline, who had been watching the entire process in confusion, were left looking on in open mouthed shock.

Their eyes darted from Lucy to the double pair of massive dicks hanging beneath Fey's barrel, as if trying to make sense of a puzzle that refused to be solved.

Fey turned her head, trying to see by her lower body. "Is everything okay back there?"

Lucy managed to control her flailing against the tile and felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. "Yes, we're fine. Just some... technical difficulties."

Evangeline's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Lucy's slowly easing gape, her expression morphing from disbelief to something akin to horror. "Was that her dick inside of you!? Wait, wait, wait, was that what that bulge was? I—I was touching that!!!" shrieked the student on discovering what her inquisitive nature had led her to come in contact with.

Lucy, feeling suddenly self-conscious, unsuccessfully tried to hide her gape and nipples with hand and arm.

"Uhm, well, yes… ahem," she mumbled.

Lucretia suddenly crouched down and peered into Lucy's stretched open pussy, her scaled lips slightly parted in disbelief.

"How? How is this possible?"

Lucy blinked at the curiosity in the student's voice. "Well, it's magical, clearly. You may have heard of some obscure elasticity magics in your studies, it's just this works on me, and erm, everyone. When Fey touches someone they become able to take her… no matter what."

Lucretia frowned. "Is that part of her Class? I've never heard of a Class like that before."

Lucy paused. While she had been loosely told what had happened to Fey to make her like she was, she didn't truly understand what had happened, and did Fey want that spread around anyway?

"Something like that," she answered, glancing quickly at Fey. "She's a healer, so she's good with other people's bodies. Very very good."

Lucretia looked between Lucy and Fey who was washing the last of the suds from her hair.

Her eyes dropped down to the massive pair of horse cocks below her barrel, so long and thick that the tips bobbed between her front legs.

"Allows a girl to take her… no matter what?" mumbled Lucretia, her eyes dancing along the vein riddled surface of the cocks, her gaze becoming increasingly heavy as she examined the things, studying their perfection.

"Lucretia!" shrieked Evangeline, her eyes widening. "What are you saying?!"

"What? Didn't you realise something was up when they were all squirming around and making those weird noises on the way here? They were fucking each other this the entire time, and, well, it kinda sounded enjoyable, didn't you think? Don't tell me it didn't affect you."

"That's not— these people are freaks! It's not normal to take such l-large sizes in, uh—" Evangeline exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief and revulsion.

"Actually," said Lucy, "Anyone can, even the otterkins. It's part of Fey's magic."

Lucretia's eyes lit up with increasing interest, all reservations forgotten.

"You cannot be serious," Evangeline groaned at her friend's expression. "She's like some kind of primitive barbarian! It is beneath us!"

Lucy struggled to her feet and awkwardly stood beside Fey. She gave Evangeline a steady look.

"It's not like I would let you come anywhere near my Fey after you spent half the day insulting and berating her anyway. You aren't even close to worthy."

"Worthy?!" Evangeline blinked, her voice tinged with incredulity. "What words are these coming from a no name adven—"

Lucy interrupted her with a snort before looking down her nose at the girl. "Hardly. I am Lucy Solimew the Second of House Equinius, a proud lineage that goes back to the very founding of Bine, and Fey is mine. I claimed her first!"

"...Bine? That little backwater town?" Evangeline sneered, waving off Lucy's claim as if it were a buzzing fly. "Of course the centaur would take interest in me if I desired it, have you seen me? I, am an elf. Other species beg to be with my kind."

"It's a city not a town, you insufferable ass!" Lucy cried, her temper finally breaking free after a day of putting up with the students. She took a step forward, hands forming fists at her side as her honour was challenged.

Fey raised a hand. "It's okay Lucy, my heat is low, and these two, are ahem, not needed."

"I don't care! They've gone too far!" snapped Lucy, taking another step forward, and thrusting her pregnant belly into Evangeline's midriff. The elf yelped and slipped on the slippery tile going down flailing.

Lucy was a mere squire, but she still had a Class and levels, and with them had come a certain strength.

She intended to teach this idiot elf her place.

So, she took a step forward… and then stopped.

Something in the elf's expression made her pause.

Evangeline's expression, as she sat on the tile, was not one of outrage, but one of fear. She stared up at Lucy, no not at Lucy, something above.

Lucy frowned and glanced up, half expecting a trick.

…The ceiling was awash with water, a pool inches deep suspended in the air, only droplets falling from its surface giving the impression of the showers still working. That was not normal, but what was even less normal was directly above her head, where a great faceless mouth had formed from pinkish red water, long transparent fangs in an open maw reaching down for her, for them.

Lucy froze stiff.

"E-Ellaria?" she squeaked.

She wanted no part in this, monster hunting was for adventurers, not for squires! Being directly beneath a monster's teeth was definitely not a good thing!

"It was never a 'ghost', merely a monster, it always is." said Ellaria, taking a step forward.

"Wh-What is that thing!" shrieked Lucretia as she noticed the great maw reaching for them all. "S-Stay away!!!"

The drake drew in a deep breath.

"Wait! Stop!" cried Ellaria, eyes widening with alarm as she realised what was about to happen.

Too late.

A cone of fire blasted the watery beast, instantly obliterating it in an explosion of steam.

Lucy yelped as the hot steam washed over her, but more importantly, she couldn't see a thing!

She stumbled away and came into contact with a wall. There was so much yelling and confusion in the blinding fog, but she had enough sense to slowly and carefully follow the wall, hoping to find a way out, that is until she collided with something she couldn't see. She felt something grab her by the wrist and was pulled along until she staggered from a sliding door, wiping water from her eyes.

She found a scowling Ellaria looking on with her arms crossed as Wummy's tentacles dragged naked girls from the steam one by one.

Lucretia was kneeling before her looking suitably chastised and humiliated, an expression Lucy hadn't expected to see on the student.

"If I am to be your guide, then if I command you to stop, you damn well stop," scolded Ellaria. "If there had been more than one monster that could have been dangerous, beyond dangerous..."

"I- I'm sorry," mumbled Lucretia. "But I did level! I killed it!" The drake girl couldn't stop herself from sounding a touch victorious despite the chaos and shame.

Ellaria pursed her lips. "It would have been better to share the level gain with Evangeline, but I suppose… that was a successful kill. Very well."

As she spoke Evangeline stumbled from the mists. Her eyes locked onto Lucy and her finger jabbed out. "You—!" she managed to get out before her heel slipped on the slippery wet planks.

The elf went down on her arse with a thud and a grunt.

Lucy almost went for her then and there, she was still quite mad with the arrogant elf. But a firm hand came down on her shoulder and she found herself being pulled away as Vivi stepped between her and the now swearing student who was rubbing her behind.

Fey bent down to whisper in her ear. "Come, don't get baited by her. Let's go bathe instead."

Lucy paused. While she was keen to teach the student a lesson in humility (as a Squire defending her knight's honour of course), there was opportunity here, opportunity she couldn't pass up.

She lowered her voice.

"Alone together? In a private bath? Just us, alone?"

Fey blinked and then shrugged. "Sure?"

"Okay!" said Lucy brightly, taking hold of Fey's hand.

Lucy ignored the angry cries from Evangeline and led Fey around the corner. She picked the nearest mineral pool and pulled Fey inside, sliding shut the door behind them. She could still just hear the voices of the others, it sounded like Ellaria was giving the two students a lecture, then nothing as she stepped away.

The sudden privacy fell over them as a cloud of quiet, only the faint sounds of trickling and bubbling water from the pool. Peaceful.

"Much better, uhm…" Lucy's voice trailed off as Fey passed by her.

Fey stepped into the steaming pool, her massive form displacing the water in a rush. A foot tall wave sloshed over the rocks and crashed against the walls of the courtyard like a miniature tsunami. Caught off guard, Lucy let out a yelp as she was washed off her feet and sucked into the pool by the backwash.

Spluttering and trying to catch air as she surfaced, Lucy looked up to see Fey wearing an expression that was a mix of embarrassment and concern. "Erm, sorry, I didn't..."

"It's fine," Lucy interrupted, brushing wet strands of hair from her face with a smile. "Look, we're in the water together now." She let out an awkward laugh, hoping to defuse the tension. "Alone."

She was alone with her Knight.

Lucy swallowed nervously, but shifted closer, putting her hands against Fey's flank to help tread water. She glanced up at Fey's back. Such perfect blemish free skin, her blonde hair artfully draped down her shoulder blades.

This damned centaur was so oblivious to what she did to others, even brushing a strand of hair back from her shoulder with a casual motion of her hand was like candy to Lucy's eyes.

She basked in Fey's presence for a moment.

Pretty.

Fey turned her head to look back and Lucy snatched her lurid gaze away from her blue eyes.

"Ahem. Yes, we are alone... so… uh, why did you want to be alone?"

"I needed, well, I needed to tell you something…" she muttered, avoiding the centaur's gaze.

Her hands formed fists against Fey's back.

Fey gave her a blank look, though her eyes softened when she noticed how visibly agitated she was. "What is so important that—"

"I levelled up," Lucy blurted out, interrupting Fey. She was fidgeting on the spot, filled with nervous energy. "Which also means that I now have... Gear 3."

"Gear 3? It goes higher?!" Fey's eyes widened in genuine surprise, and for a moment, Lucy thought she detected a flicker of excitement there.

Lucy nodded emphatically. "Mhmm! I would like to try it on you, to see how it works. But, you know, it's not like I want to spring it on you or pressure you into it or anything. So…"

If Fey felt any pressure, she certainly didn't show it. In fact, her eyes sparkled as if she'd just been offered an unexpected gift. "Give it to me! Uh- I mean, yes I would quite like to experience it considering how good Gear Two feels," said Fey licking her lip. She may have had reservations about the more permanent kind of growth that came with absorbing virility, but the temporary growth from Lucy was something she could revel in without worry as she could always become smaller again. (Not to mention the benefits of having two cocks.)

Lucy's eyes lit up at Fey's response. "Then, I can try it right now, if you are ready? "

Fey considered the logistics. The pool was deep in the middle, so to be a little safer, or at least more stable, she moved closer to the edge. With graceful motion she pushed through the water and twisted around until she was resting on her backs, her upper back comfortably against the pool's edge. Her folded legs and the tops of her dicks breaking the waterline.

Lucy trod water and watched Fey settle into position, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was new territory for her, to be alone, with her knight, to empower her knight further. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she waded over to where Fey was reclining.

She positioned herself by Fey's side, her hands hovering over her barrel as she gathered her courage.

"C-Can you call me sq- squir-..." she tried to get out and failed.

"Hmm?" said Fey looking down over her body, enormous soft breasts resting in the water in the most mind meltingly delicious way, perfect stacked cocks resting heavily against her barrel in the most distracting way possible.

Dammit, why did she have to be so freaking attractive? Thought Lucy as she bit her lip hard. It wasn't making asking for her most romantic fantasy out loud any freaking easier!

"C-can you call me your squire?" she managed to croak.

Fey blinked, seemingly non-plussed by the request.

"If that's how you want to think of your place amongst us, then… Lucy… My Squire."

Lucy shuddered at the words and Fey's sultry tone of voice, feeling herself become heated and more than a little wet, well, wetter.

She had dreamed of this moment ever since leaving Bine, and now it had become real.

Her Knight had accepted her, now she just needed to play out her other dreams where she did XXXX and XXXXX while strapped beneath her XXXXing as she galloped, and then the barn where she would be pinned down in the hay and XXXX until XXXXXX all over her XXXXX.

But that could wait. For now, she had her Knight to attend to.

With a focused expression, she triggered Gear 3.

Or at least she tried to. Her focus was instantly shattered as a noise interrupted her concentration.

Lucy jerked back from Fey and turned her head sharply towards the source of the sound.

A figure was climbing over the rooftop.

"Hey!" Lucy yelled, her voice a mixture of anger and indignation. This was supposed to be a private affair.

Caught off guard, the intruder flinched, losing their footing on the slippery smooth tiles of the roof.

Lucy and Fey watched, wide-eyed and alarmed, as the naked girl slid down the roof, flew off the edge and face-planted into the pool with a painful-sounding slap of water on scale. A full belly flop.

For a moment, they watched as Lucretia flailed and splashed in the middle of the pool, clearly struggling to stay afloat.

"...Hey… can she not… swim?" Lucy finally asked, her tone tinged with disbelief.

"Lucy! She's drowning!" Fey exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic.

"R-right," Lucy stammered, snapping into action. She lunged forward, grabbing Lucretia by the wrist and pulling her toward them with as much strength as she could muster, heaving the sputtering white scaled drake over Fey's belly.

Gasping like a beached fish, Lucretia clung to Fey, her eyes wide with a mix of humiliation and relief.

Behind them came the sound of a sliding door banging open as Evangeline rushed in with a cry of "Lucretia!"

She splashed into the pool, but came up short with a jerk when she spotted Lucretia lying not just across Fey's stomach, but against the two massive dicks resting on top, clutching at them like a life raft.

Startled by the cry, Lucretia finally lifted her head, eyelashes flicking beads of water as she blinked in the lantern light. Her eyes widened as she realised that her hands had been gripping the veined surface of Fey's dicks. With a squeak of surprise, she jerked back, almost losing her balance and falling back into the pool.

Stepping closer, Evangeline was visibly irritated. "You absolute buffoon Lucretia, what were you thinking?!"

"I- I- so what?!" cried Lucretia, deciding to double down, "I wanted to use this pool too, that's all, and- and this centaur adventurer should appreciate my presence anyway. It's not often someone of higher society such as I will show interest in such, an, erm, l-large, rough, and uncouth, adventurer." As she spoke, she seemed to realise the awkwardness of her words, and swallowed nervously.

Lucretia's justification was a poor attempt at deflecting attention from her clumsy entrance and near drowning and her real reason for being there: her interest in Fey, not that Lucy needed it spelled out.

She noticed that Fey was giving the pair a decidedly sour look, clearly very displeased that their private moment had been interrupted.

A thought suddenly crossed Lucy's mind, and leaning closer, she whispered into Fey's ear,

"Do you still want to try Gear Three?"

Fey blinked, clearly caught off guard. But as the meaning of Lucy's suggestion dawned on her, her brow rose. These two student brats had spent the day heckling and mocking her. The idea of teaching them a lesson had a certain appeal.

Slowly, Fey propped her upper body up fully, her bare abdomen pressing against the plate-like tips of her two monstrous dicks which parted her front legs.

"I'm merely an adventurer, but if laying with me is what you truly want, then it would mean the world to me to be with you both," she said, her voice finely edged with a sarcasm that went completely over Evangeline and Lucretia's heads.

Lucretia blinked, apparently taking the centaur's words at face value. "Wait, really? I— I mean, yes, obviously! Any adventurer would leap at the chance to be with one of an important family like mine!"

Evangeline looked aghast, her gaze darting between Fey, Lucretia, and the imposing dicks. "Are you serious Lucretia? Look at the size of those things! Even if it fits you'll be utterly ruined for your boyfriend!"

Fey raised an eyebrow, her dicks responding with a subtle bucking motion at Lucretia's words. Ruined? Oh, she would do much more than just ruin these spoiled girls.

"Oh please. Don't pretend you aren't fighting back the urge to climb all over her. Look! You could cut glass with your nipples right now you stuck up elf!"

Evangeline blushed, a hand half lifting as if to hide her indeed very stiff pink nipples.

"Th-that's beside the point, I have a boyfriend too! What if she leaves me like her! Look how loose she is!" she cried, pointing at Lucy.

"Worth it." said Lucy, deadly serious. "You heard and saw me on the way here. If you think that is not worth experiencing that then simply leave, right now. Just get up and go."

Evangeline and Lucretia looked at her, then looked at the door.

They remained where they were.

Fey let out a little snort of amusement. She knew well that the very wealthy city dweller sort were often a greedy sort too, and these two had proven no different. Being faced with so much dick, and the possibility of being able to take so much dick, pulled at that possessive nature on a deeply feminine level.

In their minds they were obviously 'more' than others, and so deserved more. Larger and more luxurious houses, better food, more wealth, and of course, more and better dick.

They were more, so they deserved more.

They were better, so they deserved better.

They wanted Fey as she was so much more.

Lucy gave Evangeline and Lucretia a sweet smile, knowing full well they weren't going anywhere. "Well, if you are staying, then… get on with it?"

Lucretia hesitated for a moment but ultimately extended a trembling hand to touch one of Fey's lengths. "W-warm," she murmured, her eyes widening as her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink.

"Lucretia," Evangeline started, her voice tinged with warning, but it was evident that her reluctance was melting away.

Lucy, sensing the opportunity to bring her into the fold beckoned to her.

The elf girl hesitated for a beat before sloshing through the water to join them. Coming to the opposite side of Fey's barrel, she gingerly extended her hand toward the upper dick's veined surface.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Evangeline groaned, her eyes filled with a mix of trepidation and curiosity.

Lucy shared a knowing look with Fey before turning to the two students. "It'll be fine, just a little thing is all," she assured them.

"Little?!" snapped Evangeline. "Have you seen these things?! If I didn't know better I'd have thought this was some kind of practical joke, a pair of rubber logs attached to her loins! This centaur has dicks to rival a dragon!"

Fey blushed hearing that, but still looked pleased with the comparison, which Lucy considered, was a change in the centaur, no longer was she concerned or worried about her size, in fact she seemed to revel in it, enjoying her physical dominance.

Despite her exclamation Evangeline's hand remained on Fey's shaft, eyes widening as her palm traced the bulging veins along the dark mottled surface. She seemed to be struggling, her body quivering as if her inner conflict was physically manifesting itself.

Lucy stepped up behind the naked elf, her pregnant belly pressing against the small of her back, pinning her long blonde locks against her skin. Gently, she rested a hand on the elfen girl's shoulder. "Hush, it's okay," she murmured, her voice a soothing whisper. "You'll love it, I promise."

Evangeline swallowed thickly, her eye locked onto the mass of she-stallion before her.

Despite her hesitation, her arousal was obvious, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling. The sight of Fey's powerful form coupled with the promise of never before experienced pleasure was a heady combination.

One moment she was awkwardly petting and exploring the monstrous penis and the nest Evangeline found herself climbing up onto Fey.

"I'm just doing this for study, y-yes," she spoke as she awkwardly climbed, "My Class has a biology focus, so it benefits me to study biology, and this centaur has, uhm, a lot of biology, to study... Holy shit that's a lot of biology…"

"Just remember," Lucy added, her voice low and lilting, "This isn't about your pride. This is about pleasure, pure and simple. I guarantee it'll be the best experience you've ever had and ever will have."

Evangeline shuddered at Lucy's words, her shoulders relaxing as she straddled Fey's dicks.

"It's not an experience, it's just s-study, very close and in depth study," she breathed, her voice wavering. "I'm ready… I think."

Behind her Lucretia's eyes were glazed over, her mouth slightly agape as she stared down at the mass she was straddling, her plump white scaled thighs pressed either side of the massive and incredibly hot length.

Lucy could tell she was already lost to her desire.

It was easy then to guide the two panting teenagers into position, falling into Fey's embrace on her upper body, their bared perked rears positioned over the tips of Fey's stacked dicks.

They trembled in Fey's arms, clutching at her vast breasts, a nervous quiver running through their bodies, students eager to learn, yet apprehensive to take Fey.

Lucy guided their shaking hips back, with Fey giving verbal encouragement as the pair sank down onto the shafts. Evangeline under Lucretia, their pussies stacked to match the stacked dicks. All the same, it was a slow process, as the massive cocks had to stretch the two girls very very wide to accommodate their girth.

"F-fuuuuck," Evangeline gasped, her body shuddering as the head of the massive cock gradually spread her then slid inside, her inner walls quivering, struggling to adjust to the girth. "H-how is this even happening?" she keened.

"You tell me! H-How are you doing that?" muttered Lucretia as she tried pushing her pussy against the other massive cock tip without success.

"Relax," Lucy murmured, her hands running soothingly over Lucretia's violently quivering thighs. "Just take it slow, let your body part for her."

"Easy for you to say," Lucretia grumbled, but seemed to relax.

Lucy's fingers traced over Lucretia's pale slick folds, teasing her entrance, dipping into her softness and spreading her pussy to help take such a vast amount of dick.

"G-god, I can't," Lucretia moaned, her body trembling as orgasm washed over her, the grinding of her newly over sensitive clit driving her to distraction.

"Yes, you can," Lucy whispered, her voice low and husky.

Lucy was a Squire who helped her Knight, and yes, that included preparing those who her Knight were to bed. Fey wore no armour that a Squire might help her into, but she did 'wear' girls, so to speak, girls were her armour to put it more bluntly, and she required all the help she could get fitting inside her 'armour', ahem.

As the massive shaft began to slide into her, Lucretia's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Her back arched, and her toes curled as a long slutty moan escaped her lips, her labia becoming paper thin around the expansive veined girth.

Fey grunted. She was holding back, but the sight of the student losing herself to pleasure was almost too much for her.

The two teenagers suddenly squirted, crying out as they clutched at each other, hot pussy fluids spurting down Fey's naked shafts with a long skkkwrrsh! sound, lubing the dicks with the two girl's honey.

"Wh-What was that?!" squeaked Lucretia, trying to look at her loins from between her breasts.

"I- I don't know, I think I peed a bit, but- but it felt- ohmygodsitfeltsogewd!" gushed Evangeline.

"You've never squirted before?" said Lucy, tilting her head in curiosity.

"...what is… squirting?" panted Lucretia.

"Something you should get used to because you are going to be doing it a LOT."

Evangeline bit her lip, her brow pinching as the rough hardness ground against her wonderfully stretched pussy walls. She couldn't help but rock her hips, trying to get more of Fey inside of her without success.

She whimpered, looking up at fey from behind long eyelashes, adorable pleading, an elven girl begging for dick in the purist most innocent way.

The sight was too much, and Fey finally gave in. She thrust her hips with an upwards bucking motion, sending a wave of water across the pool. The thrust forced a full foot of massive shaft inside the girls, eliciting a dual resonant scream.

"Yes, just like that," Lucy urged, her own arousal growing as she watched her peers get stretched and fucked by horse cock, being made into Fey's 'armour'.

Lucretia and Evangeline's bellies tented outward between their bodies as foot after foot of dick sunk into them. Their hands ran over their bulging bellies, feeling Fey sink deeper and deeper into their guts.

"Ahhhnnn!" Evangeline cried, her eyes rolling back as she came again. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!"

Fey's powerful hands gripped Evangeline's shoulders to hold her in place, bucking her back hips up, and again.

"Hnff, rougher Fey," Lucy urged, her voice laced with excitement. "Shape them to you, make them yours."

Evangeline was beyond words by that point, her body spasming as Fey slammed into her over and over, a view Lucy couldn't take her eyes off, her fingers working frantically at her clit as she drank in the sight.

As Fey's massive shaft plunged, Evangeline's entire body convulsed with pleasure. Her back arched, and her toes curled. A squeal escaped her lips as the cock plunged deeper into her, stretching her pussy beyond anything she'd ever experienced.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Evangeline screamed, her body trembling as monstrous mega orgasm washed over her.

"I- I can't— Ah!" Lucretia shuddered, her inner walls clamping down on the massive cock, her thighs trembling and wobbling. She could feel her pussy milking the massive shaft, desperate for release, a core female primal reaction, her vagina bent to milking dick for the seed it lusted for.

"Yes," Fey growled, her voice dripping with desire as she bounced the two teenagers. "Let yourselves go, take me."

"Fuck, I'm gonna—!" Lucretia's words were cut off as her next mega orgasm hit, her body spasming as the cock plunged deeper into her. Her fingers dug into dick bulge, her toes curling as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

The sight of the two students writhing in ecstasy was too much for Lucy, and her own orgasm followed soon after. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering as her body shuddered with pleasure.

Lucy lifted her fingers to examine her cunt honey drenched hand.

She realised after a second that she had almost forgotten the purpose of this whole exercise. Well, this pair were handling Fey much better than she had expected, they hadn't blacked out from orgasming too hard even once! (Which she was secretly a little impressed by.)

But could they handle this…?

She placed both hands against Fey's flank and with a bite of her lip she finally, at last, unleashed Gear Three.

Both Evangeline and Lucretia squeaked as they felt Fey begin to change, the flesh within them shifting as Fey's thrusts petered out.

"Wh-what the hell is happeniiiing?!" Evangeline cried, her eyes widening as Fey's started to grow.

"oHhOOHHH" cried Fey, extending her arms over head in a long open mouthed stretch, her backs arching.

Lucy watched with furious intensity as Fey's body shifted, her rust red coat becoming a redder shade as muscle shifted beneath, straining deliciously as they pushed outward in size, bones lengthening and flesh massing as Fey became a bigger, more powerful, centaur.

"AaAAAAAHHHNNNN!!" cried Fey as she suddenly surged in size.

The two students squealed as their bodies strained around the pair of growing dicks massing within them, their bellies bulging out further, womb and pussy walls stretching tight.

"L-Lucy! M-My rear!" cried Fey, and Lucy's eyes snapped to Fey's rear just in time to see a second pair of testicles rapidly rising, their surface shifting and writhing as a fresh reservoir of sperm boiled into existence and filled. The second dark pair of balls rounded out, each melon sized thing resting heavily against her existing balls, their position and size meant the top half parted the waterline. The two dark veined spheres growled, seed raging within.

Lucy eyed the two menacing looking things as they rested in the water.

They looked virulent, as if on a hair trigger, under extreme pressure.

She had expected Gear Three to cause a larger, more dominant Fey, but she had not expected this. …Would Fey need twice as much draining now? The thought made her shiver in delight.

Would that be a problem for Fey's heat? They had experimented with deactivating Gear Two to see if it would relieve her heat, but had found it made keeping her heat down more difficult, not less. Fey had elected to keep it active as it made draining her balls significantly faster, but with two sets of balls now? Would that mean more draining to keep her heat at bay, or less? She wasn't sure, but she was excited to find out.

She had done this, she had made her Knight more, so much more. Unleashing Fey's true hidden potential as her Class was intended to do, to unleash a stallion's true breeding potential. A beast made of raw untamed virility, a primal stallion built to destroy pussy and fulfil a girl's darkest most carnal filthy dreams, to breed and breed and breed.

She loved it.

She loved Fey.

"I n-need to—" mewled Fey as her hips began to rock once more.

Evangeline and Lucretia's bodies quivered and shook, their eyes rolling back in their heads as Fey's now larger dicks plundered their pussies, a fresh energy coursing through the centaur's body, her hips became a blur as the two screaming teenagers were bounced up and down on her dicks, clawing wildly at their belly bulges.

Lucy watched with razor intensity, her entire fist jamming in and out of her pussy as she watched her Knight do what she did best.

She might have stayed like that, but as Fey continued to frantically thrust, two spectral misty shapes started to form, and to Lucy's shock a pair of figures appeared behind each student, clinging to their backs as they rode up and down on Fey.

"L-Lucy?! Is this meant to be happening?!" Fey cried as her eyes caught sight of the two phantom riders also enjoying the motions, their mouths open wide in silent blissful screams, the echoes of their wails distant but growing closer.

However there was one small problem for the ghostly apparitions leeching off the students' joy.

"Oh my GAWWDDD!!" shrieked Evangeline, "I cant- I can't hnnnnnnnn-ah-..."

Evangeline's voice cut off mid thrust as she blacked out from an impossibly powerful squirting orgasm, going from clawing her belly bulge to flopping around like a wet rag, flopping against her bulging belly and against Lucretia behind who had also passed out from orgasm overdose.

Fey's thrusts slowed and then stopped as she looked at the pair in frustrated dismay.

"Lucy! they can't handle me like this!!"

Lucy looked between the pair of dick addled teenagers, their tongues lolling from their mouths and their eyes rolled up in their heads, drool rolling down their chins.

Completely and utterly useless.

But more important were the pair of indistinct ghostly figures that were clinging to the two students' backs.

The figures seemed frustrated, their indistinct hands pushing at the students, trying to wake them.

Lucy blinked, a thought dawning on her.

"I… I think we found the ghosts that we are supposed to deal with," she whispered. "That monster really was just a monster as Ellaria said."

The faces of the figures scrunched in frustration as they clung to the gurgling students.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, they are semi-transparent..." Lucy pointed out, which Fey had to admit was a likely hint.

Lucy chewed her lip, trying to puzzle out what to do. Were these things a threat?

As she did so the nearest of the two figures became more defined, appearing at first glance to be a foxkin with a waving foxtail and fox ears rising from her hair.

The figure frowned down at the slumped student she was clinging to.

"Hey! Wake up! I was enjoying that!" spoke the ghost.

"Hwuh?" Evangeline slurred, her eyes fluttering open for a moment, but then she slumped back with a sigh, lost to the world.

"Oh come on! I can't feel what you feel if you freaking pass out! Wake the fuck up!" the ghost cried, shaking Evangeline's shoulders.

Evangeline mumbled incoherently, her head rolling side to side as the ghost shook her.

The ghost let out an angry huff, crossing her arms and scowling, which Fey could clearly see now as the formless figures had become more detailed, a translucent face and hair appearing from the foggy substance

"This is so unfair."

Fey frowned at the ghost. "Are you a ghost?"

Lucy paled. "You can't just ask someone that Fey!" she whisper-hissed. What if the ghosts didn't know they were dead? Or worse, what if they were offended?

The ghost glanced up, as if noticing Fey and Lucy for the first time. "Ghost? Immaterialism is hardly being a 'ghost'."

The 'ghosts' before Fey had become far more distinct as they spoke. They were clearly related to the Yako, that is, akin to foxkin, except with some notable differences. Unlike the yako, their legs more closely resembled those of double kneed foxes like Vivi's, with fur that cut off midway up the thigh. Their arms were sleeved in fur too, leaving their torso as bare clear skin and human-like. What caught Fey's attention most was the thickness of said thighs and the incredibly broad sweep of their hips, a feature that seemed almost exaggerated.

Whatever these ghosts were, they were certainly easy on the eyes.

Initially ghostly and faded, their bodies became less translucent and more solid by the moment as they rested atop the gurgling students, as though becoming more real. As they did, the dark black fur and long black hair that fell around their shoulders became more distinct, as did their dark eyes, all contrasting sharply with their pale, blemish free skin.

The closest resting atop Evangeline smiled, revealing a pair of sharp, fox-like fangs.

"We've been observing you since you arrived at our summer baths," she said. "You've made yourselves quite at home, mind, I didn't appreciate you banishing my pet."

"Pet?" scoffed the one behind. "Really Makoto, dragging a wild monster out of the lake and stuffing it in a bathtub does not a pet make. Just because it can't claw your immaterial face off does not mean you have domesticated the thing."

The nearer sister turned and frowned at the one behind. "Why not? If the monster can't do injury to me, then it's as much domesticated as a house cat. Really, just think about it, what's the difference?"

"The difference is… The difference is you can pet a cat and it will show affection back."

The first sister crossed her arms under her impressive bosom.

"I pet it."

"And did it like that?"

"...No. Not at all. But I liked petting it, and that's what counts."

"I rest my case." purred the sister behind, to the sister in front's apparent vexation.

They were clearly sisters, in both appearance and demeanour, with the main difference being the one behind had one eye closed, a faded scar cutting across it.

"Your…summer baths?" said Fey, trying to keep up with the conversation and feeling more than a little lost.

"Why yes, we built this place decades ago to make use of the rarified waters, a necessary balm for the spirit."

Fey frowned.

"Do you… by any chance know the Inari and Yoko?"

The two 'ghosts' paused, clearly taken aback by the unexpected name drop.

"That's the first time an intruder has asked me that," said the first, tilting her head. "...You wouldn't happen to be 'that' centaur, the centaur champion the Inari triplets are determined to win the menagerie with?"

Fey bit her lip, recalling her frightening experience with the Yako. Admitting the truth might not be the wisest course of action, especially given how aggressively the Yako had pursued her.

"Erm, yes? I will be the 'champion' of the Inari at the menagerie," she finally admitted.

The nearest 'ghost' seemed to ponder this, her long black tail flowing behind her.

"Do you care? Do you care if the Inari win?" she asked at last.

Fey considered the question. "Admittedly, not really. I am their champion as payment for a place to stay. No more.

The ghost tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm. Then how about another separate agreement with us, the Nogitsune clan? Your job here is to clear these baths, which are really ours, of a 'haunting'. We will agree to cut short our bathing months, vacate any pets, and you may take payment for the job we overheard you speak of."

"And in return?" Fey asked, hesitantly.

The Nogitsune smiled, flashing her pale white fangs. "You will allow us to put a curse on you, one that shall reduce your potency, in other words your virility, and—"

"Yes," interrupted Fey, before the ghost had a chance to finish.

"...Yes? But I haven't—"

"I don't care. Do it." Fey insisted.

The Nogitsune clearly had no idea that a reduction in virility was something Fey would have paid cold hard coin for at that point. Her heat hadn't disappeared; it had merely been suppressed with anti-heat potions and massive amounts of ball draining. It still bubbled below the surface, ever present, like a mountain sized monster under the earth.

It would come back in time, roaring back to life as a monumental volcanic firestorm. She couldn't suppress it with potions and artificial means forever. This curse might just be the solution she had been searching for, a reprieve from her heat that she so desperately needed.

"You are… rather nonchalant about sacrificing a portion of your potency, she didn't even mention if it would be permanent," said the second Nogitsune, peering around her sister.

Fey had more than enough virility to spare—by several orders of magnitude. At this point, the idea of a reduction was more appealing than concerning.

The closest studied Fey's blue eyes. After a moment she seemed to come to a decision.

"Very well. You may call me Makoto, and this is my sister Tsumi. To be clear, virile potency is measured in each champion and influences the overall score at the menagerie. This curse, applied through the act of intercourse, will be a temporary malaise until the Menagerie is done with," the Nogitsune elaborated with a prideful smile, "A malaise that will allow us to win with our rather unique and extremely virile Draketaur Champion that we have kept out of view from the Inari clan."

Fey looked into the ghost's dark eyes, pretending to consider the offer, then gave a small friendly smile.

"It seems like a win-win to me."

Makoto frowned. "Still so eager, but I suppose you never had any desire to win the Menagerie in truth. Very well."

With that, Makoto levitated up into the air, her black tail swishing behind her, accidentally batting her sister in the face several times. Annoyed, her sister brushed the tail out of the way and rose to join her, both of the sisters floating above Fey.

Seen in full view the two were admittedly gorgeous. Thick set with thighs like small barrels and sweeping hips that flared out to an extreme from narrow waists. Ghosts or not, the pair could pass as fertility goddesses, the two students appeared positively stick like next to these juggernauts of female fertility. And that was not even to mention their breasts, exposed as they were in the baths they hung heavily against their torsos, fat and heavy capped with clearly stiff nipples left over from their piggy backing of the students.

Fey's lengths stiffened as her gaze traced up the sweep of their legs, their hips, drawn to the softness of their mons like being sucked into a whirlpool, shaved, pale, a tiny tuft of soft black fur left curled just above. It was obvious the Nogitsune  took care of their 'gardens' despite not quite being of a material nature.

It would be an understatement to say that Fey thought she had gotten the better of this deal, but then perhaps the Nogitsune thought that too, Either way, Lucy was overjoyed to be in audience, and her hand descended between her thighs once more. Her Knight was to make glorious conquest, and Lucy was very much here for it.

Without preamble, the twins gestured at the limp gurgling students, Evangeline and Lucretia, who began to float into the air. They were pulled from the dicks they were speared upon, their heads lolling, eyes rolled back, tongues hanging out of their mouths. With a loud 'schlpop!,' the dicks were pulled free of their now massively gaped pussies, more gaped even than Lucy with Fey's greater size, like two pink caverns between their thighs.

If they truly had boyfriends, then they would be found decidedly lacking for these two from now on. Although Lucy, considered, perhaps they could use their fist… or rather arm… both arms… Honestly renting one of the giant dildos modelled after Fey might be their best bet to satisfy these two brats at this point, no doubt they would demand sooo much more after experiencing Fey.

The students were arranged carefully at the pool edge to recover from over-orgasm.

Then the Nogitsune turned their attention back to Fey. One of them waved a clawed hand, muttering something under her breath.

Fey gasped as an invisible force took hold of her twin lengths, angling them vertically into the air, as if they were being manipulated by some poltergeist puppeteer.

"You are quite gifted, to say the least," mused Makoto. "The sensation I felt through the two students was magnificent. I have never felt anything like it in my current state. Normally, all sensation is numbed for us, but this—this felt better than anything even when I was fully alive."

Her eyes sparkled with a combination of mischief and genuine lust as she patted the top of the nearest dick.

"Cursing you will be quite enjoyable, I feel."

Without preamble, she lowered herself down on top of the cock, her enormously thick thighs clamping to either side of it. Fey felt a pulse of energy rippling through her and then a tightness around the base of her shaft, she glanced down to see a red glowing ring that circled the base of her cock, the surface of it marked with strange runes.

Tsumi floated closer, her one good eye scrutinising the unfolding scene with interest. "This is the first time we've applied a curse in such a way, sister, and with the both of us since she has two lengths, not to mention how powerful this curse is. It seems a tad excessive. Is it possible that she will be unable to ejaculate at all?"

"All the better for the menagerie then. If the curse prevents extraction of seed then she will automatically fail out."

Makoto let out a low purr, her black hair flowing around her head as if submerged in ghostly water. Tensing her broad thighs, she gripped either side of the dick with her toe pads. Her thigh muscles visibly flexed, and with a grunt, she drove herself down onto the monstrous dick.

Ethereal beings or not, it appeared that they still had some physical limitations. It took Makoto time to make progress, her fat puss easing against the rounded tip, her expression tightening with effort. Then, with a cry, she suddenly lurched downward, releasing a delighted gasp.

Her belly bulged outward in an instant, pale flesh stretching tight around dick. It was an mesmerising sight, watching her belly deform, otherworldly as her flesh was still ever so slightly transparent and Fey could see her cock within the Nogitsune's tummy.

It was an utterly obscene thing to see such graphic penetration, utterly obscene… and incredibly arousing.

Fey's heartbeat quickened, hot blood rushing through her body.

"OhhhhyyeESS!" Makoto cried, clearly relishing the experience. Her belly continued to rise up in front of her as she slid further down the lengthy dick, labia slipping around thumb thick veins. With each inch she descended, her stomach expanded outwards, creating a bulge that reached up toward her breasts like a great spire.

Tsumi, her one eye wide in amazement, floated closer. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you sis?"

Makoto, still in the process of lowering herself onto the dick, gasped, "More than you can imagine. There's something about this that is more tangible than anything I have felt since leaving Izril, or ever, it's... something more!"

Fey watched the display, both amazed and aroused by the sight of her own cock barely visible through the girl's belly, to see herself shaping a girl, visibly dominating her body. Well, it was an ego lift, to say the least.

"J-join me sister!" cried Makoto, as she pressed her enormously fat breasts around her belly bulge and excitedly began heaving them up and down in a belly bulge boob job.

"Just watch your better show you how it is done," purred Tsumi, giving a fierce smile and flashing her fangs. With a determined look, she slapped her hands down onto her sister's shoulders and then forcefully slammed her hips onto Fey's second waiting dick behind.

Unlike her sister, Tsumi showed no hesitation in the doing. With a guttural cry, she drove herself onto the towering penis, impaling herself without pause. Her stomach distended rapidly—a foot, then two—until it crashed into her sister's pale back. Their forms grinding against each other as she continued her downward slide onto dick, a second red glowing ring appearing around the base of it as she descended.

Shuddering, she determinedly drove herself downward, stomach bulging even further, rising past her breasts, leaving her just as skewered on the dick as her sister, their stretched thin labia's nearing the base of each dick.

"F-Fuuuuccckkk," she groaned, her voice a mix of awe and ecstasy. "There's just so much of her, and it feels, UHNNF!"

Makoto, watching her sister joining her in the experience, let out a laugh, a sound filled with delight. "I told you! There's something undeniably REAL about this."

"Hnnf, no kidding. Makes me feel more alive than when I was fully alive. No wonder the Inari took a liking to this one."

Finally, both girls managed to fully sheathe themselves, cunts grinding hard against the red curse rings at the bases of Fey's lengths. Both slim students now fully replaced with a pair of decidedly thicker girls, their thick thighs straddling Fey's barrel, their feet dangling down either side as their pale dick filled bellies rose above their heads and parted their fat breasts.

If this was what ghosts felt like to be inside then Fey decided she rather liked ghosts.

Then they both started to float, and so did Fey.

The Nogitsune lifted Fey into the air with their poltergeist like power, water raining from her coat as she levitated above the pool in an incongruous manner, just as the sisters themselves rose up the twin spires, pink cunts pulling out behind as they dragged themselves free from horse dick, pussies suckling on the lengths as they rose. Then, in a synchronised motion, they slammed themselves back down.

Both Nogitsune gasped as their bellies distended once more, arching high above their heads in a surreal display of altered anatomy.

"Oh gods, it's incredible!" gasped Tsumi, her eyes rolling back in lush joy.

"I never dreamt I would feel anything like this again!" echoed Makoto, her voice trembling with a longing emotion, as if finally receiving something she had been deprived of for far far too long.

Fey bit her lip, unable to look away from the spectacle before her.

But the Nogitsune were not to be kept waiting.

"More!" both cried in unison, their black tails lashing excitedly in the air behind them.

Reacting to their call, Fey felt her body being dropped down abruptly, only to be hauled back up again. The Nogitsune coordinated their movements, using their powers to bounce themselves as Fey was thrust up and down beneath.

Their robust thighs flexed powerfully as they manipulated their own bodies, driving the dicks even further into their already distended bellies. Each bounce was accompanied by a grunt, a moan, a cry—sounds that filled the air with a symphony of girlish joy.

The rhythm of their combined motions reached a peak, a pulsating crescendo that signalled the inevitable climax, and Fey, in Gear 3 for the first time, had an overwhelming amount to unleash.

Her twin dragon sized dicks stiffened and strained, on the verge of something monumental, and then, like a dam bursting, they unleashed a torrential river.

The two thick-thighed Nogitsune let out a twinned high-pitched squeal, bucking wildly. Their mouths opening wide as they screamed, spittle flying from lips, yet unlike the two students, they remained fully conscious. Perhaps it was because they were partially immaterial, making them insulated and numb and allowing them to bear the full brunt of what Fey had to offer even in Gear 3, or perhaps they really could just handle her in full gear 3, although Fey somehow doubted that.

Lucy watched with lust filled eyes as cum exploded from the tips of Fey's dicks, all fully visible through the Nogitsune's slightly transparent bodies. They could see the thick white breeding batter quite literally filling out and inflating the two girls' wombs in real time.

Their bellies began to expand at an alarming rate. Countless gallons of centaur semen roaring into them, causing their forms to bulge and distend outward—three feet wide in an instant, then five, eight, ten, fifteen feet. Tsumi's swollen belly slid to the side of Makoto's, jostling for room in an increasingly cramped space, wobbling cum bellies spilling over either side of Fey as they pushed her legs aside.

Still, they continued to inflate, their vast, dome-like bellies growing and growing. They cast a shadow over the mineral pool, surpassing a jaw-dropping twenty feet in diameter. Their forms quivered and convulsed, each clawing at their distended bellies, straining to contain the incredible volume of sloppy seed.

"AaAIIIEEEEEE!" The twin wails were almost operatic as the Nogitsune inflated to incomprehensible proportions.

But, the obscene growth did not stop. Instead, it seemed to accelerate, their titanic forms rising ever higher. Now, they towered above the green-tiled roofs of the surrounding baths, their swollen bellies becoming two enormous domes in the dark night sky.

As Fey observed the phenomenal expansion of the Nogitsune, she felt her own body reacting in kind, eager to breed. Her four massive balls clenched tightly, their insides straining against the powerful torrent as if the contents of her balls were a whirlpool of pent-up energy, one that couldn't be contained any longer.

With an intense contraction of her spheres, Fey surged. Hard.

It was a release of cataclysmic proportions, and the two girls open mouth howled as their wombs took it all, billowing outward with unending impregnation, femininity given over to greed to be made bigger, more fecund, more preggers.

Their forms floated above the mineral baths, the pale flesh of their distended bellies blocking out the moonlight. At fifty feet across, they were an astonishing sight, dominating the landscape like two gargantuan celestial bodies.

The churning sound of fluid filled the air, echoing in a low, bass growl resonance that seemed to vibrate through the very ground beneath them. The Nogitsune massive bellies pulsated rhythmically, as though they had become living reservoirs. The sound was mesmerising, almost like the ebb and flow of tides, but intensified, amplified to an almost inconceivable scale.

As the Nogitsune's forms continued to grow in size, surpassing sixty, then seventy, then eighty feet across, their screams of pleasure grew increasingly frenzied. These were the sounds of ecstatic delirium, a mania born of sensations that defied the limits, fingers and toes clawing at their straining bellies.

"More! More! More!" they howled, their voices blending into a cacophonous chorus that echoed through the night. The once-tranquil mineral baths now overshadowed by the obscenity of ravenous wombs and frantic chain squirting that rained down on the pool below as their pussies spasmed with unending hyper orgasm.

Gear 3 was a force to be reckoned with, and as it truly activated, Fey's four massive spheres twitched, strained, and finally bucked as they unleashed lakes of semen into the already massive girls. The spectral sisters' screams morphed into cacophonous shrieks, their minds frazzling by the sheer magnitude of their insemination.

"Fill us more!!" they pleaded, their arms reaching around to hug their enormous, taut bellies, thick thighs also clamped around their distended forms, both sisters finding a strange, almost transcendent ecstasy in their vastness.

Fey growled, a sound of raw determination, her body responding to their pleas for more.

Curse? What curse? She felt the magical limitations that had initially confined her virility snap like a brittle twig, the red rings shattering around the base of her cocks, leaving Fey unleashed and uninhibited for her final monumental release, her balls surging in size before clenching brutally with ungodly release.

The duo let out synchronised shrieking howls as their bellies expanded faster than ever. They became colossal pale white orbs that utterly dominated the landscape, casting enormous shadows over the entire baths complex.

"AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!" the sisters wailed in an incomprehensible mixture of glee and shock and pleasure, eyes rolled up and drool rolling down chins, their minds were unable to fathom the sensation of being so unimaginably cum filled, their expectations surpassed by countless orders of magnitude.

And then, just like that, it was over.

Fey went limp, her eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss. She began to fall, descending from the sky as the Nogitsune themselves faded into ethereal mist, their corporeal forms dissolving back into ghostly invisibility.

She hit the water with a resounding crash, sending a wave spilling over the edges of the pool, drenching the surrounding courtyard and limp students.

"Oh—oh my," Fey breathed, barely able to speak as she lay bonelessly in the shallows.

Lucy appeared beside her, standing over Fey. "Erm, do you want to stay in Gear Three?" she asked, her eyes wide with awe for her Knight.

Fey's gaze wandered past Lucy to the sky above. Or rather, what should have been the sky. The ghostly Nogtisune might have disappeared, but the cum orbs within them had not. Two massive perfect white spheres, each about a hundred and fifty feet in diameter, floated serenely above the baths, obscuring the night sky like twinned moons.

"I'll keep it active, thank you, my Squire," Fey finally said, biting her lip as she took in the sight of her devastating conquest.