Centaurus - Chapter 4

Chapter 4




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Fey woke groggily to the sound of whimpering.

Soft morning light filtered through the cracks in the stable’s planking, illuminating the box stall, and more importantly, the three otterkin women who had been turned into moaning cum tanks.

What she had done slowly dawned on the centaur as sleepiness slipped away and she looked around in dismay. The stall stunk of musky stallion cum and hormonal women. Fey lay nestled between the orbs of her own creation, even now the otterkin girls were shoving their tails in their gaped cunts in an exhausted attempt to self-pleasure.

“F-fey” moaned a pair of voices and the centaur looked over to see the otterkin twins, Kayla somehow inside Lily. Lily shuddered every time Kaylas shifted, her swollen belly grinding across her insides and dragging at her stretched out labia.

“Fey, do us again. P-please, I want more of you,” moaned Kayla.

Fey looked at the twins, a slightly sick feeling in her lower stomach at what she had done to them, turning the once bouncy twins into a pair of immobile horse cock sluts with a desperate thirst for cum.

As she stared at the twins the other otterkin sphere wailed from beside her and a thick tail slipped free from a gaped cunt along with a shower of girl cum that rained down on Fey’s horse half.

She flinched away from it, her breath hitching. She needed to get out of this miasma of her own making. Now. She scrambled at the hay with her hooves, forced to use one of the otterkin spheres for leverage. Managing to get her hooves under her she climbed to her feet. She wobbled for a moment adjusting to her new height, she estimated she’d gained another inch in her sleep.

The otterkins disturbed from their sleepy masturbation cried out for her, begging her not to leave.

“Stay with us!”

She turned tail and ran.

Her hands slammed against the stable door sweeping it open and she dashed out into the warm daylight soaking the inn yard leaving what she’d done behind.

Outside the stable voices were being raised in anger. Ellaria was marching across the yard while stuffing clothing into the dimensional bag at her side. Three furious looking male otterkins were at her heels taking turns to yell at her.

“-what your damned centaur has done to our wives, our property!”

“They don’t even look ottery anymore they're more belly than-!”

“She’s ruined! I could fit my whole arm in there now!”

“How are you going to take responsibility for your horse whore?”

That last one made Ellaria stop in her tracks. The otterkins stumbled to a halt behind her in surprise.

The elf turned slowly, her eyes narrowed. 

“If you say that again-” She held up a hand and a foot wide fireball roared to life in her palm. “If any of you say that again I will lock you inside your own inn and burn it to the dirt. Do I make myself clear?”

The otterkins took an involuntary step back as one with fear in their eyes.

“Y-y-you can’t do this! You can’t just leave!”

“I can and will. By the sounds of things your wives went to where Fey slept entirely of their own volition. Far from it be me to judge but it rather seems like you had failed to satisfy them as men. Maybe next time put in a little effort and maybe they won't be so eager to jump on the biggest dick that passes through your establishment. Just a thought.”

The otterkin who had spoken spluttered and balled his fists. “This is madness!”

“No, this is us leaving. Band on me!”

The elf turned haughtily as only an elf could and strode away. Fey hurried to catch up and was joined by Flora zipping through the air and Vivi doing her best to move quickly with her still pregnant looking belly.

Fey looked over her shoulder as they emerged back onto the dirt road. The three male otterkins were shouting at each other and as she watched one struck another in the eye knocking him to the ground. A brawl started soon after.

She grimaced and turned back to the road. She felt worried, concerned even. She had an instinctive feeling that not just any dick could have caused that reaction in those female otterkins. They were extremely sexually frustrated but it was like Fey had somehow amplified that, let it loose, removed their inhibitions.

She eyed Vivi out of the corner of her eye. The fox girl seemed content, the tense and bothered body language from the day before seemed to be gone, or at least not being displayed.

“...Vivi… Do you feel, uhm, better? Your heat is gone?”

The fox girl blinked up at her. “Oh no not at all, but having your cum in me helps quite a lot, it’s like a fire that’s being slowly smothered rather than one that’s running out of control.”

“Do you have the reaction you did around me with others? Do you react that strongly normally?”

She tilted her head to the side. “Mm, no, not exactly. I mean a large alpha male vulpine can get me hot under the collar like that, but that takes a long time of being around them and some, uh, foreplay. You are different, your lower half smells like concentrated masculinity like nothing that I’ve ever scented before.” She shuddered involuntarily. “Like the most virile musky smell, like you could breed and breed and breed and never stop.”

Fey bit her lip worriedly. 

“I don't think those otterkin girls were behaving normally around me… Is… Is it possible that my scent is also affecting species who aren't usually sensitive to that kind of thing?”

Vivi tapped her chin with a claw. “I don’t see why not. It would probably be to a much lesser and varying degree but I’m sure every species with a sense of smell no matter how weak picks up the scent of a potential mate if only subconsciously, it makes sense right?”

“... It does. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to go into town if that’s true…”

Ellaria who had been listening in suddenly spoke up. “I’m fine and I’ve been around you plenty. Plus it’s not like people will be up close with you in town, they likely won’t be affected from a distance.”

Fey had some doubts about Ellaria’s words, especially considering she had maybe tried to get into her tent the night before, but she decided to let it lie for now.

The elf seemed determined to make full use of the day and she had Fey pick up the pace that her longer stride allowed. Ellaria kept up fine with a little exertion but after a few hours of this Vivi was flagging, huffing and puffing as she struggled to keep her cummy pregnancy up. Even the strongest of warriors would falter after carrying several gallons of liquid for hours on end.

“Get. Rid. Of. It.” snapped Ellaria staring down the vulpine. They had been forced to stop while the fox girl caught her breath yet again.

“Nuuu! I- I can’t! I’ll go back to how I was before! I’ll die!”

The elf eyed her suspiciously.

Flora let out an annoyed sigh from where she’d been sunbathing while floating through the air. She covered her eyes from the sun and peered down at the out of breath vulpine.

“She’s got a point Ella, as annoying as this is I think I prefer it to having her hornier than a four balled tomcat. It’s not like we’d make much progress with her trying to dry hump Fey’s leg with every step.”

Fey blushed. “Uhm that is kinda true.”

“Fine, you want her to keep it then you carry her, use your magic and levitate her sorry ass.”

“Hey, that’s my mana, my magic, you don’t just get to decide what I do with it!”

Ellaria gave her a flat look.

“It’s fine Flora, just help her get up on my back, if you can take at least some of the weight while we walk that should work.”

The gnome opened her mouth, closed it, then relented. She waved her hand vaguely at the vulpine and with a yelp she was lifted into the air. She swiftly moved her over to Fey’s stallion half and lowered her down. Vivi clutched at Fey’s barrel, her eyes wide.

“There. Problem solved. Stupid lazy fox.”

Fey adjusted her hooves. “She weighs practically nothing with your levitation Flora, this should be fine, even for a long trip like this.”

“... Well that’s nice to hear because I turned it off, you’re supporting her all on your own.”

The centaur blinked and looked backwards at the vulpine girl who gave her a nervous smile.

“Huh.”

“You’re stronger remember? And you're probably getting stronger still as you grow. Hey, maybe we can replace preggers over here with Fey, who needs a warrior when you have a centaur shaped unstoppable brick,” said Flora.

“Wha- No! You can't do that!” said Vivi suddenly sitting up worriedly. 

“She’s obviously kidding Vivi, come on,” said Ellaria stretching her legs. “Breaks finished guys, time to go.”

The band set forth on the road once more, this time setting a much better pace. Ellaria was an elf which meant she rarely ran out of breath and her longer legs allowed her to keep up with Fey, just about. As it was they made surprisingly good time and they left the dirt road and found the paved main road a bit after noon, far sooner than Fey would have expected. 

The only issue that had arisen was that Vivi had taken to surreptitiously grinding her crotch into Fey’s back, using the vibration and motion of Fey’s gait to get herself off. Fey set her jaw and pretended not to notice but the occasional stifled grasp from behind her head was annoyingly distracting and worse it was beginning to stir her dick to life. She tried to think of boring dull things but it was no use, the sound of bobbing flesh smacking against her underside soon joined the clatter of hooves and footsteps on the main road. 

The band pointedly ignored the sound.

The road wasn’t empty much to Fey’s chagrin and the occasional merchant’s cart or inter-town traveller passed them by, at first it was passing smiles and waves as was the norm but those smiles and waves were given pause when the owners of said smiles and waves laid eyes on the large horse cock waggling around below Fey. 

By the time the town came into view the centaur had gotten significantly better at obliviously ignoring stares at her lower half. Penis? What penis. Selective ignorance was a skill! That said she was quite glad to be nearing the walls of the town and the privacy that an inn promised.

As they approached the gates a pair of guards glanced up at them before going back to dealing with a merchant trying to pay their way through.

“Hey,” said Flora, “This might be an awkward time, but your coin pouch is looking a little on the overly-full side Fey.”

The centaur turned to see Flora levitating at her rear and peering below her tail where her male and female genitals were.

“Wha- Flora, not now!”

“No, for real, those grapefruits look like they’re ready to burst, all taut and rounded and veiny, just saying. Hey, you know I wouldn’t have a problem helping you find somewhere warm and tight to put it all.” The gnome waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Fey blushed and glanced back at the guards relieved to see they hadn't overheard. She moved her back legs uncomfortably. She couldn't see for herself but judging by the slightly uncomfortable tightness when she shifted her hips she suspected the gnome wasn’t trying to pull one over on her.

“I- it’s okay, I’ll be fine.”

“Hmpph. Suit yourself.”

The merchant jumped back on his cart and moved on through the gates leaving the guards looking impatiently at the band. Ellaria stepped forward and produced a bronze metal plate from her bag of holding.

“Adventuring band. Bronze plate.”

The guard took the plate and eyed it carefully. 

“Funny looking band. Not often you see a gnome, a pregnant person, and a centaur trying to make a living in a line of work like adventuring.”

“We manage well enough,” said Ellaria.

“Yeah, fuck off you nosey prick!” catcalled Flora.

Ellaria whipped around and glared at the gnome who drifted behind Fey innocently.

She turned back to the guard who was giving her a sour look.

“Ah, sorry about that. Gnomes.”

“That’s three silver for entry.”

“What? That’s daylight robbery! No one pays that much!” said Ellaria visibly scandalised. 

“Pay it or don’t, that’s your problem. If you make a fuss there’s always the question of public indecency laws and whether or not they really apply to centaurs. I rather suspect with the wood your friends sporting over there that you won’t much like which side the law takes, centaur or not.”

Ellaria’s eye twitched but she grudgingly produced three silver coins and slapped them into the guard’s hand. She brushed past him and marched into the city, the band followed in her wake.

“Wow, haven't seen Ella get taken for a walk like that in a while, not often you see blood get milked from a stone.” Observed the gnome as she drifted overhead.

“Ah, maybe I should pay for that with my own money Ella, it’s my fault I’m like this.”

The elf waved her words away. “It’s fine. You got your affliction saving Flora and on a dungeon dive as part of a band. If anyone was injured I’d use the band’s funds to help get them healthy again if needed, that’s just part of being a band, mutually looking out for each other.” She eyed the gnome floating nearby, a finger up one of her nostrils. “Right Flora?”

“Uh, yeah, looking out, sure.”

The elf shook her head and led the band down the bustling cobbled street they had emerged onto. The air was filled with the scent of food as stalls and shops lining the edges of the cobble tried to flog cheap grub to passers-by. Rich meaty pasties, freshly baked bread, spiced wines, strange spitted monsters roasting over braziers, all competing with the more isolated aromas, the incense of a perfumery, the distant stench of a tannery, the burnt tang of a blacksmith. 

It wasn’t an unpleasant environment but it was a little overwhelming. Fey eyed the crowd as she passed, it was busy but not overly busy, still, it was enough to make Fey feel uncomfortable. She kept spotting gazes crossing her lower half and pausing momentarily in surprise. Once a female lupine stopped in her tracks and her mouth fell open staring at Fey, her nose twitching at the air. It took her husband literally dragging her away by the arm to get her to move, even then she resisted and tried to follow after the centaur.

Fey felt herself throb at the attention and her balls become tighter still. 

Soon enough Ellaria gestured to the side and they turned down a smaller dirtier side street. As they turned the corner a woman who Fey strongly suspected to be a prostitute eyed Fey meaningfully and then winked at her. She blew a plume of smoke Fey’s way from the pipe she was smoking and Fey was inundated with the ashy scent of tobacco mixed with cheap perfume. She wrinkled her nose as Vivi who was still sat atop her let out a cough.

“Whores huh? Hey, that’s a way we can make a few coins Fey, there must be a bucket load of birds looking to get the rocking of a lifetime in this town.”

“You’re not whoring me out Flora!”

The side streets they followed got progressively more cramped until they turned into one particularly dingy one where a large bald human wearing a brown cloak was standing in the middle of it. There was no one else around.

He turned to the band and smiled.

“Hello lovelies. Nice day out isn't it?”

Ellaria paused. “If you don’t want to be burned into a puddle of molten flesh I suggest you move human.”

“Now, now, there’s no need to be rude.” 

The man glanced to the side and three more men slunk from a nearby doorway to surround the band.

“Before you go any further human you should be made aware that we are adventurers with all the abilities that entails. I was not joking when I said I would burn you.”

“Huh, funny that, I suppose the Adventurer’s Guild is only a few blocks that away, would make sense that a lot of adventurers would pass through here.”

Ellaria narrowed her eyes.

“Someone told you we were returning from a dungeon. You’re waylaying adventurers to mug them of their loot before they get back to the guild. How utterly disgusting.”

The man frowned. “Smart one. Doesn't matter. Drop what you got or forfeit your lives.”

Ellaria snorted. “Too bad for you we didn't get anything. The dungeon was a dud.”

“Really? Not sure I believe you. That’s a dimensional bag on your hip, you could be hiding anything in there, a cart full of gold, a griffon egg, anything, hell the bag itself is worth a pretty penny.”

“Try me.”

Ellaria snapped her fingers and fire roared to life above her fingers, the flames roiling and coiling in the air like a bag of snakes.

“Ooh, scary. I bet you love to make them scream. Too bad you didn't think one step further and ask why we would even be able to target adventurers such as yourselves.”

The man raised his hand and curled his fingers into a fist. Ellaria’s flame abruptly winked out.

“Shit, that assholes an anti-mage!” cried Flora a moment before her levitation gave out and she crashed to the ground in a heap.

Ellaria stared at her flameless hand in dismay as Fey’s hooves tapped nervously on the ground behind her.

The man drew a broadsword from his side and held it ready as he stepped forward.

“Things don't have to turn out too bad for you knife ears, just give me the bag and you can leave, simples, nothing easier, come on, give it here.”

The man held out his hand as he closed on Ellaria.

“Did you think we were an all mage band? Hah!”

Vivi whipped her longsword from her side and confidently jumped down off Fey’s back. The effect was spoiled a bit by her stumbling under the weight of her stomach, though she quickly righted herself. She pointed the sword at the man.

“You chose the wrong band to waylay bandit boy. I could take all of you alone and then some.”

The man stared at the vulpine a frown on his face.

“Bitch, you're pregnant, you ain’t taking shit. Sit down and shut up.”

Vivi’s mouth dropped open in shock. 

“Wha- Fuck you! I’m not pregnant!”

“No, you quite clearly are.”

“This is cum! I’m full of cum!”

The man blinked and then as though deciding this crazy person wasn’t worth talking to he turned back to Ellaria.

“Look elfy, half your band has lost their magic and the only one who looks like they can fight worth a damn is too pregnant to do so. Give it up alright?”

Ellaria stared the man down and then spat in his face. The man’s expression crossed into annoyance as a line of drool ran down his cheek.

“You’re not a very nice elf.”

He suddenly lunged forward, a hand reaching for Ellaria’s neck, arm outstretched, his sleeve rolling back with the motion, his fingers about to grasp-

A hand came down on his bare forearm and the man froze. He looked from the hand gripping his arm like iron up to the centaur who towered above him. 

Fey stared back at him. 

“Stop.”

“If you don’t take your hand of me horsey I’m going to lop off that arm of yours.”

“You don’t have to do this, don’t make us fight you.”

“You sound like you expect to win. How naive.” 

The anti-mage set his feet and pulled back on his arm and to Fey’s shock she was dragged forward. The man’s strength was unreal and she could do little but hang on as her hooves were dragged through the mud.

He grinned up at her shocked face. “Somebody doesn't know very much about anti-mages. Listen girl, I’m going to count to three, if I don’t see that dimensional bag in my hand by then me and my compatriots are going to kill you all and leave your corpses in the street for the dogs.”

Fey’s eyes went round. “W-wait, you can’t be serious.”

“One.”

“Oh fuck this,” said Vivi. She flipped her sword in a circle and prepared to charge.

Ellaria held up a hand however and let out a sigh.

“If it’s what gets us out of this situation. Very well.”

“Two. I don’t see that bag in my hand yet elfy.”

Ellaria scowled at him and began untying the bag at her hip.

“Excellent, see, no need for blood if-”

Everything suddenly went completely black for Fey as though someone had doused the lights or as though she had been blinded.

She panicked looking around trying to see, but there was nothing, only pitch black darkness and absolute pin-drop silence.

She looked down at her hands but found she couldn't see them, in fact as she observed herself she realised that she no longer had a body, she was bodiless, a floating consciousness in the abyss.

If she had lungs to breathe with she suspected she would be hyperventilating.

Instead, she simply floated and did the only thing she could do, exist and watch. 

After a little while of just existing something caught her eye. It was a mote of light, tiny, the size of a speck of dust. She willed herself closer and to her surprise she moved, her point of view shifting closer to the mote. 

The mote seemed to be caught in some kind of invisible current and no matter how it struggled it was drawn in one direction. Fey watching the thing with curiosity, it seemed like the mote was in a losing battle, whatever was drawing it in was irresistible.

She looked around trying to spot what it was that had the mote so trapped. Nothing, just an empty void, that is until she saw a curve, a black curve, black on black, and as she looked from left to right and up and down she realised she was looking at a mind bogglingly vast planet sized lightless sphere.

Instinctually she understood several things at once. 

First that the mote of light belonged to the anti-mage. She didn’t know how she knew but she did.

Second, the terrifyingly huge planet was hers. A mass so great and so heavy and so dense that it was generating its own gravity well unlike anything else in this void and its proximity to the mote was drawing it in, sucking it up as surely as a stone falls to earth.

Third, the mote was rapidly accelerating.

She watched uncertainly, unsure if she should or could do anything to stop it as the desperately struggling mote fell down and down toward the planet and was instantly absorbed as it landed. The little light winked out and Fey was alone in the dark again with only that intimidatingly vast mass to keep her company.

She could feel herself drifting back to reality, the darkness seeping away. But as she went she got a sense of dominating will from the planet sized mass, a hunger, a dark insatiable need to breed, to reproduce, to fuck. Then it was gone and she was back in her own normal physical body. 

“-no need for blood if we are all reasonable people.”

She looked down at the anti-mage who’s arm she still grasped. 

He looked back at her and after a moment a puzzled expression crossed his face. 

“Hey... are you getting bigger?”

Fey realised he was right, she did feel larger, she was growing. Not much, just a fraction of an inch, but it was noticeable. She squirmed as the feeling rushed through her. She would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the sensation. She was distracted however by what was happening to the man, already he had lost an inch of height and was rapidly losing more. The centaur looked on wide eyed as the man before her seemed to drain, his muscles dwindling and syphoning away, his body becoming softer and smaller, even his bones were shifting, his face becoming less angular and more rounded. She gasped and let go of the man as the stubble fell from his cheeks and his wrinkles seemed to lessen. He’d lost nearly a foot of height by the time the change stopped.

He looked down at his body wide eyed. He looked like a younger man. Suddenly desperate he pulled forward his now slack trousers and looked down at his private parts.

“Oh my god! What have you done to me?! It’s like a nub!!!” His voice cracked and peaked as he spoke.

“I- I don't know!”

The man held up one trembling hand and balled his fist, once, twice. His mouth fell open. 

“My anti-magic, it- It’s gone!”

Behind them a dumpster exploded. Garbage and bits of wood flew into the air before freezing in place mid arc. In the center a mud smeared gnome rose from the ground, a look of terrible fury on her face.

“OI CUNT!”

The trembling pseudo young man turned to her, his fist still held helplessly up. He gave her a nervous ingratiating smile. 

“Uhm, hi?”

“I will fucking destroy you, you fucking tubesteak!” howled the gnome.

“W-wait, this isn’t fair!!! THIS ISN'T FAI-!” He screamed as a dumpster's worth of garbage meteored into him and slammed him headfirst into the dirt.

The three other men bolted. Flora moved through the air with her arms outstretched, various bits of trash orbiting her like some kind of goddess of garbage. With a vicious snarl she twisted her hand and the three fleeing men face planted into the ground, another flick of her hand and they began to be pulled backwards by their feet screaming, their hands clawing at the ground ineffectively trying to get away.

“You’re pretty good at healing, right Fey?”

“Uhm, yes?”

Ellaria held up her hand and a three foot wide fireball bloomed above her head colouring the tight packed buildings with orange light.

The anti-mage was crawling from the pile of garbage he had found himself under, a hand held to his face where a nasty gash sheeted blood. He only had a moment to scream before everything was fire, and then he really began to scream.

“Ella! I can’t heal him if he’s dead!”

The elf tutted but snapped her fingers and the fire extinguished. The man's clothing was gone and his skin was bright red and cracked. He writhed on the ground in agony, small choked off whimpers the best he could get out from his seared lips.

Fey trotted over to him as the other three men were lifted into the air screaming, their clothes being torn piece by piece from their bodies.

Despite being in horrible torment the man with a sort of young man’s body still had enough of his senses about him to try and scramble back fearfully as Fey approached. He failed of course, as he was in too much pain to have any real control over his faculties.

Fey crouched down and held out her hands over his burns, green light illuminated the man and his skin began to heal. While doing this the centaur had a pretty good view of what she had done to the man before he was temporarily immolated. His body had seemingly regressed, as though he had had the sexual maturity sucked right out of him leaving him looking younger as a side effect. He fainted halfway through the healing to Fey’s relief, she wasn’t sure she was comfortable with the sheer blind terror in those eyes.

A few feet away a naked man was smashed through a door, still screaming. Fey sighed and finished healing up the burnt anti-mage leaving him pink skinned and curled up in the fetal position in the mud.

She trotted over to Ellaria who was standing over a pile of gathered clothing with a fiery look in her eye. She lifted her hand and a cone of fire obliterated the clothing turning it to ash.

“Ella, I think Flora’s going to go too far.”

“They would deserve it.”

A man suddenly flew past their heads, his limp body crashing through a shuttered window.

Fey raised an eyebrow at her.

“Fine. Won’t be much use if we’re wanted for murder I suppose, even it’s scum like this.”

She turned to the gnome who was cackling as she pushed one of the men’s heads into a steaming pile of horse manure.

“Flora, take it down a notch, we’re out of here.”

“Fuck you. I’m not stopping until I break a foot off in one of these assholes arseholes!”

“If you don't stop I’ll dock your share from the reward. I’m serious.”

“Bitch! That’s mine!”

However, the gnome did stop, ending by slamming the man face first into a fresh pile of dung. Fey was pretty sure he was openly weeping and trying without success to vomit.

“Aww, but I didn't get a turn!” said Vivi mopily. 

“Next time make yourself useful and we won’t end up in that situation.”

The vulpine pouted. “I was about to until Fey over here sucked the manliness out of that anti-mage. What was that even? 

The band turned to Fey. 

“I- I don’t know, I was just touching him and then everything went black and I saw what I think was a part of him get absorbed into a part of me…”

Ellaria raised an elegant eyebrow. “Really now? And that part was what? His masculinity? his puberty? His magic?”

“Yes! All of it, I think. I think… I think all of that, every last bit of that white stuff in the dungeon, it’s inside me somehow… I saw it… It’s big, it’s really really big, and it’s really really hungry.”

“What are you on about? The hell do you mean hungry?” said Flora crossing her arms.

“I can't explain it, it's like there is just so so so much of whatever it is crammed together that it has somehow gained a sense of self, a basic animal instinct.”

“That’s... worrying, and a little disturbing,” said Ellaria.

“I know! I need it out! I can’t go on like his! Gods know what it will do to me!”

“Well we know what it's doing to you, it’s making you grow bigger and be more attractive and cum buckets. Seems like it has a pretty straight forward intent.”

Fey bit her lip. “But when does it stop? Where does it end!?”

“Calm down Fey, we’re going to find a way to fix you and put you back how you were.”

“Aww really? But she’s so much more fun like this! Who would want to trade being a giant fucking stallion sex god for meek little Fey the healer.”

Fey turned annoyed eyes on Flora, her hands curling into fists at her side.

“That’s still me you are talking about like that! Flora, goddamit why do you have to be this way all the time. If you say something mean like that again I- I won’t have sex with you again!!”

Flora blinked and unfolded her arms. “Hey wait hold on, I was just kidding, you were and still are an amazing healer Fey… I don't like to admit it but Vivi might have died without you in the dungeon…. As much of a dumbass fox she is she is still one of my friends… and I regret that it was you who took the, whatever that attack was by the thing in the bottom of the dungeon, you jumped in and attempted to save my life without knowing if it was life or death. I’m… Whatever I say I am grateful for that.”

Fey’s hands uncurled and she sighed. She looked up at the slightly muddy pink haired gnome floating in the air. 

“It’s… It’s fine… I chose to do it, it was my decision, so I live with the consequences.”

“Not forever Fey. We’ll fix this, in the meantime just relax and try to enjoy the uh, good parts, being taller for one,” said Ellaria.

“So all good and cool and we can fuck and stuff in the meantime yeah?” said the gnome giving Fey a cheeky grin.

“You’re as insatiable as an entire colony of rabbits Flora,” said Fey,

“I choose to take that as a generous compliment.”

Vivi put a paw on her hip and stretched her spine.

“We gonna make moves or are we gonna be stuck here all day?”

“Yes, we need to get to the adventurers guild and report what these muggers, these highwaymen were doing. Other adventurers need to be made aware that a group like this is around. There may be more if they are as organized as they seem.”

“Eh, I was more looking forward to getting paid, but sure,” said Vivi, beginning to step away.

Ellaria was about to join her when Flora pointed down at the pile of ash that was what remained of the muggers clothing and belongings. The ash rippled and then suddenly objects burst free and flew into the air, levitating up to orbit around the gnome. 

“The muggers become the mugged,” she said smugly as a blackened leather coin purse split apart and silver coins spilt into the air.

Fey grabbed a passing coin and examined it. ⚜️‘1 silver. Her Majesty EXCALIVANIA the Dragon Queen, Dei Gratia Regina 1136 ⚜️ 

A regal looking dragon head wearing a crown was embossed on its surface. 

“Ooh! Gimme!” said Vivi snatching coins from the air.

“Hey! You didn't even do anything! You just sat on your ass and were fake preggers!” complained Flora with a scowl.

“Usual adventurer’s rules Flora. Those muggers were monsters as much as any real monster. Even split,” said Ellaria.

Flora looked up at the sky and let out an agonised sigh. “Gods help me, Fiiiine. Fckinlzygddamfox.”

The coins and purses orbiting her split apart and zipped up to each of the band, in Vivi’s case they pinged off her belly and landed in the mud forcing the fox girl to have to lean down awkwardly to scoop them up.

Ellaria was already walking away along with the rest of the band and Vivi had to waddle fast to catch up, one paw holding up her belly as she clutched the coins to her chest.

They soon passed from the scene and a few blocks later they came to their destination, the Adventurers Guild. Despite the grand name the building wasn’t much to look at, an old tavern converted for the local guild’s uses, practical, but not pretty.

Ellaria pushed through the swinging door to the warm interior, the mutter of conversation and the scent of stale beer washing over them as they entered. Adventurers huddled around tables barely gave them a glance, at least until Fey entered, that attracted a few questioning eyes and shocked expressions.

Gracefully ignoring the attention the band stepped up to the counter where the AG’s clerk worked, part Guild staff part barkeep she gave the band a flat look as they stepped up, her gaze drifting from Ellaria to Vivi’s pregnant stomach to Fey’s rock hard throbbing cock. Surprisingly it didn’t even give her pause, her demeanour so jaded that a sculptor could happily carve several jade statues from it.

“We’re back from the new dungeon exploration job, I would like to procure the reward.”

“Hmm. Really.” The clerk gave her a dry look then pulled a heavy book from beneath the bar along with a green crystal on a leather cord and a pen. She flipped open the book. Her eyes flicked back up to Ellaria.

“Band name.”

“Magic Mog.”

She flipped through the pages and then ran her finger down the paper.

“Band Captain, Ellaria De’loquint the Third of House Starry Oak.”

“Yes, that is me.” 

She looked down at the book again then turned to Vivi.

“Vivi Skypiercer?”

Vivi patted her stomach and gave the clerk a vulpine smile. “Yup, that's me, pretty badass name no?”

The clerk’s expression remained as stony and immovable as granite. She turned to Fey.

“Fey Swifthoof of the Moonplain tribe?”

“U-uhm, yes that's me.”

The clerk turned to Flora and paused, she stared at the book for a much longer time than previously.

Vivi put her paw to her mouth and looked away from Flora. “ Here it cooomes…” she whispered aloud.

The clerk’s eye twitched.

“Miss Killfuck Soulshitter.”

In the background an adventurer fell off his chair.

Ellaria put a hand over her eyes and sighed.

“Oh yeah, that’s me!” said Flora with a shit eating grin.

“Why, why in gods name did you register yourself as that again Flora?” said Ellaria still with her hand on her face.

“Because I wanted a legendary name, duh. A name people will fear and remember!”

Ellaria let out a hissing breath from between her teeth and massaged her forehead.

“They’ll definitely remember it alright.”

“You’re just jealous of my awesome adventurer name. Imagine being stuck with a lame posh elfy name like yours.”

Ellaria glared at the gnome her lips set in a line. With difficulty, she turned her attention back to the clerk.

“The job, I want the reward.”

The clerk blinked at her and seemed to collect herself, her stony expression returning.

“Commission from the Guild to check a potential new dungeon and gather information if said dungeon is proven to exist.”

“Yes, that’s the one.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “I cannot say whether the dungeon is truly a dungeon or not, we found it had multiple floors, goblins, slimes, other typical things for a dungeon but there was also a lot of extremely dangerous animated armour which is not normal for a dungeon. I would advise against any inexperienced adventuring band entering that ‘dungeon’. We found no core and no loot and no treasure, as best we could tell it was barren, very different from any dungeon I am familiar with.” She paused and looked the clerk in the eye. “You can look up my record with the Guild if you wish, I know my stuff. I highly highly recommend sending a specialist Guild Investigator before sending any further bands into that dungeon. Especially considering the level of skill around here.”

She gave a meaningful glance at the groups of adventurers crowded around the circular tables of the room. A few of them were surreptitiously leaning in their direction attempting to overhear.

The clerk looked at Ellaria trying to read her. Then she picked up the green crystal by the cord. It flashed blue. She pursed her lips.

“Very well. I will see this goes up the chain before any further jobs or information goes out.

“Thank you.”

The clerk ducked below and scuffled around. A moment later she dropped four coin bags on top of the bar. Flora instantly snatched hers up and greedily peered inside.

“Wait, is this it?”

“It was just an exploration and information job Flora, most of the reward was the dungeon itself but since there was nothing in the dungeon this is all we get.”

Flora stuck out her tongue. “All that work for just this makes me want to become a mugger, at least it seems like it pays better. Fuckin Guild pay.”

“We aren't exactly in a big area for adventuring with a big guild budget so you will just have to deal with it.” She turned back to the clerk. “I’d like to report something as an aside.”

The clerk paused while putting the job book away. “Yes?”

“We were waylaid on the way here. Thieves targeting returning adventurers. One of them was an anti-mage. Very dangerous. We dealt with them but I can't help but feel there is more. The Guild needs to do something or adventurers are going to be robbed just trying to get here, especially if they are weakened or low on mana after a job.”

“Adventurers are their own responsibility outside of Guild property and jobs. The Guild does not seek jurisdiction over any town or city it is located in.”

Ellaria frowned at her. “But they are our people, fellow adventurers, we need to look out for our own.”

The clerk’s tone was distinctly uninterested. “Thieves are none of mine or the Guild’s concern. That is the problem of private citizens and the responsibility of law enforcement. If you take issue then seek out the local town guard.”

“But-”

“If that is all.” The clerk moved away without giving her a chance to reply.

Ellaria gave the clerk’s back a frustrated look.

“So they’re not going to do anything at all?”

“Seems like it.”

“Wow this town is bullshit.”

“I’m not going to do nothing, even if the Guild doesn't care,” said Ellaria. She put a hand into the dimensional bag at her side and pulled out her romance novel. Flipping to the back she ripped out a blank page and then snatched up the pen that the clerk had accidentally left out on the bar top. She swiftly wrote at the top the page.

She held up the page and inspected it.

‘WARNING! THIEVES TARGETING ADVENTURERS IN TOWN ON RETURN FROM JOBS! WARNING!’

“I don’t think they will get the point, it’s not scary enough.” said Flora using her telekinetic power to pull the paper from Ellaria’s hands along with the pen.

She slammed it down on the bar and began gesturing at it, moving the pen above the paper. A crude skull with X’s for eyes and dripping blood was quickly drawn below Ellaria’s elegant handwriting. 

“There, see, now people will take it seriously.”

“Flora, nobody is going to take that seriously, it’s like a child’s crayon drawing.”

“Hey fuck off, I tried okay!”

Vivi grabbed up the pen and leaned over the paper, her belly squishing up against the bar. She stuck her tongue out as she scribbled. 

Ellaria was becoming annoyed as it was taking her a while. “Just give me the paper already, it’s enough, I’m going to speak with the guard anyway.”

Vivi’s scribbled a moment longer then stared at the paper and nodded. She handed the paper back to Ellaria who glanced at it and rolled her eyes. She stepped over to the job board and pinned it to one side of it. 

The band stared at their combined handiwork: A Skull wreathed in flames with a pair of surprisingly well drawn horse dicks crossed behind it like a skull and crossbones, blood dripping from the skull’s mouth and X’s for eyes. At the bottom was a life-like depiction of the anti-mage’s grinning head with the addition of devil horns sticking from his forehead and a forked tongue, he held a big bag of coins up which was labelled ‘Stolen Adventurers Loot’.

Vivi and Flora nodded in satisfaction. Flora gave Vivi a double thumbs up.

“Well, I guess it’s noticeable at least. Come on, we need to book an inn,” said Ellaria.

She led the band from the Adventurers Guild as a number of adventurers slowly drifted over to the job board and stared silently at the ‘warning’ the band had left behind.

Outside the Guild Flora suddenly grabbed Fey’s arm. 

“Hey, you should come with me.”

“But we're going to book an inn?”

“Ella doesn't need all of us for that, and it’s pretty obvious where she’s going considering it's the only inn in town that caters to adventurers and provides for centaurs, we can catch up later.”

Fey looked from the gnome over to Ellaria. The elf raised an eyebrow. “You can go if you wish, I’m going to the town guard to report the thieves afterwards anyway.”

“I’m going to the inn,” said Vivi, “My feet are killing me, you have no idea how much all this cum leadens your feet. I would do a hell of a lot for a lie down right now.”

Flora beamed. “Awesome. Catch you in a bit!” She swiftly grabbed Fey’s arm and towed the centaur down the street and around the corner.

“Y-you didn't tell me what you want me for Flora, what is this?”

The gnome floated beside her as the centaur trotted down the street.

“Weelll you know we didn't get paid diddly squat for all the work we put in right? I got nearly as much from the damned muggers.”

“Yes? It’s not like we can do much about it though right?”

A plotting look crossed the gnome’s eyes. “Can we not?

Fey wasn’t sure she liked that look.

“I don't know can we?”

“There are… powerful ways, to quickly, shall we say, multiply coins…”

“...Flora if this is gambling again I swear to gods.”

“Oh come on, lighten up, it will work out, I have a plan, trust me!”

“Flora, it’s gambling, gambling is a good way to lose everything!”

“Not if you are a gnome like me, you know I know what I’m doing so you do trust me right?”

“Not… really…”

Flora scoffed and spread her arms. “I’m a gnome. I'm lucky and I’m a genius. I’ll always win, just watch.”

“What about that time you lo-”

“Fluke!”

The pair traversed the streets until they came to a more middle class area of town, the houses were larger and had porches out front upon which families and friends were relaxing in the evening sun. As Fey took a step forward Flora abruptly dropped out of the air and began walking on the ground with her legs. Fey was so shocked she nearly tripped over herself.

“What? Did you think I couldn't walk or something?” said the gnome.

“I just, I can't remember when I last saw you walk normally. Maybe, never?”

“Pshh. I walk plenty.”

They continued down the residential street, the centaur having to slow down an absurd amount due to the gnomes small legs.

One thing Fey noticed about the area they were walking in was that it seemed to be mostly populated by lupine, that is bipedal wolf people. They sat outside their homes chatting and drinking, some grilling meat on outdoor grills.

Fey couldn't help but wonder what on earth this had to do with gambling but her curiosity was soon sated as Flora pointed at a group of lupine lazing in a circle on a large communal decking, a dozen dice rolling between them and a few dozen stacks of coin.

Flora waved at them and they blinked at her in confusion, their eyes drifted from the gnome up to the centaur or more importantly beneath the centaur. Rounded eyes stared at the throbbing thing gently slapping against Fey’s barrel.

“Hiya! Would you be down to deal in a risk lover of a gnome? I’m new in town and looking out for the local dens, you know how it is.”

“You want to gamble? With us?” said one of the lupine dragging her gaze away from Fey with difficulty.

“Yes? Is that a problem?”

“Oh let her play if she wants, not our fault if she doesn't know what she’s getting into. Besides, she keeps… interesting company, could uh, liven things up.” The lupine who had spoken moving uncomfortably on the footstool she sat on.

It was at this point that Fey realized that every single one of the gambling group was female. She looked at the gnome questioningly but Flora blissfully ignored her.

“Oh! I love this game! Azari right? It’s really fun!”

The gnome pulled several coin bags from her side and dropped them on the decking. One of the coin bags slipped open and coins slipped across the wood, this was almost enough to distract the lupine from Fey.

“Y-you like games?” said a lupine.

“Love em!” said the gnome flashing a white toothed grin. “Deal me in?”

“Uh, sure, go for it.” said one of the lupine, her hips shifting against the decking where she sat.

Flora leaned over and grabbed up the six dice and the dice cup they were using and swiftly tossed out a roll. The dice clattered across the ground and showed various numbers.

One of the lupine shook her head as though to clear it and then looked at the dice. She flipped over a few cards in front of her showing pictures of various royal dragons. 

“Uh, sorry that’s a loss.”

“Oopsie!” said the gnome happily shoving half her coin to the center pile. She passed the dice to the nearest distracted lupine.

This went on for a little while with Fey watching unsure of what exactly was going on. The game seemed to have byzantine rules beyond her comprehension and she could only watch as the pile in the middle slowly grew.

The lupine around the game kept snatching hungry glances at Fey and one was so distressed by her presence that her tail was flagging in the air and her paw had wandered surreptitiously down to her shorts to press up against crotch.

It was when the center coin pile was starting to reach a significant state that Fey felt it. An invisible force pressed up against her cock causing it to throb and twitch. She let out a little gasp at the touch and glared at Flora. The gnome didn't even look in her direction, instead only smiling innocently at the lupine and tapping her leg with her finger. The force hit her cock again this time slapping it hard up against her barrel making a loud noise and drawing the attention of the lupine. As Fey watched  Flora’s other hand twitched and the dice she had just rolled seemed to move unnaturally for a moment longer than you would expect.

“Oh, would you look at that! Chimaera eyes!” said Flora. She leant forward and grabbed a chunk of coin from the coin pile.

“Uh,” said one of the distracted lupine. “Lucky roll. Have you played this game a lot?”

“Nope! Barely played, I just love all kinds of games though!”

The game continued until it was nearing Flora’s turn again. Fey suddenly felt a pressure wrap around her cock, like a large hand gripping her length. The pressure shifted backwards then forward pressing at her cock. Fey bit her lip.

“Your uh, centaur friend? Does she have a girlfriend? A boyfriend?” said the lupine who was suffering the most. A damp patch had appeared where her paw was rubbing at her shorts. “She smells, uhm, really nice.” Her nostrils flared wide.

“Nope! She’s completely single and looking for, hmm, how do you say ‘friends’.”

The lupine murmured, their hips shifting where they each sat, this time when they looked at Fey’s cock they bit their lips, their eyes devouring the sight. Her cock throbbed especially hard, waggling in the air as the pressure against her length sped up. One of the lupine whimpered.

Flora snatched up the cup and dice and threw. The pressure reached a crescendo on Fey’s length then instantly released and a spurt of pre-cum slipped from her cock head. The spurt flew across the decking drawing a line of slightly milky clear fluid across the wood and then spattered up the lupine who was struggling the most. She gasped as the precum landed up her chest and over her face and in her mouth and at the same time her paw rubbing roughly against her short reached a peak causing her to orgasm. She let out a long whorish moan, her eyes rolling back as her legs trembled. The lupine stared at the precum and the flushed lupine, their noses were flaring, drawing in the air and along with it the concentrated scent of Fey’s pre-cum. Tails all around the group flagged into the air and paws descended to crotches. One lupine was so excited that she’d flooded her shorts and a puddle of fluid had formed atop the wooden footstool she sat on.

Fey wasn’t watching the lupine though, she was watching the gnome who had subtly moved her hands. The dice had moved crazily, blatantly being shifted by some force but none of the lupine had noticed in the slightest.

“Dragons Flush!” cried Flora gleefully. She leapt forward and scooped up the entire pile of coin in her arms. 

“H-hey!” said one of the lupine, though she was having trouble speaking as her paw was constantly rubbing her crotch. “Th-that’s not possible that roll is one in a million!”

“I’m just lucky I guess!” said the gnome a big innocent smile stretched across her face. “Sorry girls but it’s time I was on my way.”

“W-wait, your friend, can she stay? We can make her very comfortable, very very comfortable!”

“P-please!” whimpered the one who had been covered in precum. Her paw was down her shorts now, openly publicly masturbating.

“Sorry! You know how it is! Lots to do!”

The gnome began walking away with her winnings,

“Nuu!!” said one of the lupine who suddenly lurched forward from where she sat and began crawling toward Fey, her tail straight up in the air, her mouth open wide, breathing heavy. Behind her she left a trail of wet on the decking. “Just let me near it! Just for a bit! Let me taste it! P-please! I’m burning up inside, m-my heat!”

Fey took a step back as the other lupine began to move toward her or began to stand up shakily.

“Uh, flora?”

“Wow, you girls really have a heat problem huh. You know I could help you out with that for a few hundred coins.”

“Y-yes! Anything! Please maker her fuck me! Ruin me with that massive brutal horse cock!”

“Flora NO! You're not my pimp!”

The centaur made a decision. She leant down and snatched up Flora, turned around, and ran for it.

The lupine did not react well.

As she ran she heard them trying to run after her, crying out and moaning. They didn't make it far, being so horny your legs trembled did not make for good running ability and Fey being a centaur was really very good at running. She quickly escaped the desperate lupine women and disappeared into the streets of the town.

She slowly came to a stop and dumped the gnome who had been pressed up between her breasts.

The gnome caught her self using magic and glared at Fey.

“You could have made hundreds of coins! What’s wrong with you!”

“Dammit Flora, stop trying to use my body to make money, you didn't even ask me! I’m just not doing that, it’s not me!”

Flora stuck out her tongue but was distracted by the big pile of coin she held in her arms. A number of coins had fallen as they fled but she’d used her powers to catch them, those coins was orbiting her in addition to the pile. She began sorting it into stacks and filling various coin purses.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that right?”

“Unbelievably coin rich!” 

Fey groaned and put her head in her hands. She sometimes wondered if the gnome had been created out of the aether by some mischievous god solely for the purpose of fucking and gambling and making snarky remarks.

“Hey it worked out, didn't it? I said I’d get more coin and I did!”

“That, that is true. Don’t you think those lupine are going to start questioning what happened once they start to come down from their heat? You made a one in a million roll, I know I would be suspicious.”

“Pah, those lupine were so horny they won’t be able to do anything but fuck and masturbate for a few days. Their boyfriends are about to have a boning of a lifetime! See? Everybody wins!”

“Urgh. This is dangerous, I shouldn't have this much of an effect with people in heat.”

“Hah, you're kidding right? You’re just very attractive to them, just like a smoking hot alpha lupine would be, being attractive is a good thing! Look, forget that shit, it’s not important, you know what we’re doing?”

“What are we doing Flora?”

The gnome tilted her head to the side and smiled with her eyes closed. “Shopping!”

A force grabbed Fey’s wrist and she was dragged along behind the gnome who went careening down the street. They passed a few blocks until they came to the shopping district. Shops whizzed past until they came to stop outside a potion maker. The shop smelt horrendous as only a potion makers could but Flora still dragged Fey inside. 

The centaur found herself standing awkwardly between aisles of glass bottles trying hard not to move too much in case her large horse half accidentally knocked any bottles over. It wasn’t just for fear of being made to pay for them, the bottles were filled with dangerous looking colourful liquids, flowing liquids, invisible liquids, liquids with glowing particles suspended in them, even a bottle that seemed to contain a fish, and even one that seemed to have a miniature tree growing in it. 

Flora was floating overhead happily using her power to lift dozens of bottles into the air to inspect. A horrified alchemist was running about underneath her as dangerous looking bottles went whizzing past, his eyes round behind his beer bottle bottom glasses, his frazzled sticky up hair waggling with each twitch of his head.

“Miss customer! These are very dangerous! Oh gosh, please put that explosive potion down, no no not that one! That's bone eating acid!”

Flora smirked and waggled the acid potion over the alchemists head. He flinched away.

“You got any water breathing potions buddy?”

“Y-yes! J-just stop throwing my merchandise around and I’ll get it!”

Flora tapped a finger to her lip and thought about it. 

“Alright.”

All the floating potions suddenly rushed toward the alchemist who let out a shriek of fear before the collection of glass formed up and neatly plopped down on a table beside him. The alchemist wiped a shaky hand across his brow.

“Adventurers...” he muttered under his breath. He gathered himself and found the requested potion which Flora happily grabbed.

Fey watched as the gnome had the alchemist fetch more and more potions of varying type and effect. She had no clue what she would even use most of them for and it seemed an extraordinary waste of money yet she continued to stuff more and more potions into a duffel bag she had gotten the alchemist to give her. The centaur could only stand uncomfortably, her hips occasionally shifting due to the pressure in her balls.

At last the gnome was done and she showered coins over the alchemist’s head before zooming out the door. To Fey’s outrage an invisible force grabbed her tail and she had to awkwardly shuffle backwards out of the shop.

“Flora get off! Don't you know how rude it is to grab a centaur’s tail without permission? A true plains centaur would demand blood recompense for that, it’s a really serious matter.”

The gnome paused. “Er right, sorry, just shopping! I’ve missed it. I’m a little excited.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

“Well come on, there’s only one place else I want to go and then we can go find the inn.”

“Promise?”

“One hundred percent!”

Fey relented and followed after the gnome who was currently sitting side-saddle on the potion filled duffel bag as it floated through the air.

The shop they stopped in front of was not what Fey had expected, not in the slightest. A rubber merchant, a purveyor of all things made of rubber and the like. They stepped inside and Fey looked with curiosity at the shop. Lots and lots of things for fermenting, pipes, valves, rubber footballs, even a few new fangled uses such as the soles of sandals and shoes. A small rubber tree sat in the middle of the shop a dozen spigots jammed into its bark that occasionally dripped liquid rubber.

“This new rubber stuff is fascinating Flora but… why?”

She tapped her nose. “It’s the big secret, isn't it? The one people don't talk about.”

“...What big secret?”

“Why the secret room in every single rubber merchants.”

The clerk sat behind them made a strangled noise at that and tried to play it off with a cough.

Flora turned to him. “You’re not one for a poker face huh? Well, let's see it!”

“I- I don't know what you're talking about!”

Flora drifted closer to him. “Hmm? What’s that? I thought I heard you say a lie?”

The clerk suddenly started to lift into the air and he let out a squawk of fear.

“Fine fine! It’s real! It’s real! I-I’ll show you it!”

He dropped back down to the ground with a thump where he stumbled on his feet. The clerk retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed his brow.

“This is usually just for our more adroit and… connected customers, but I’ll m-make an exception for one so… perceptive and forceful as yourself.”

“Of course.”

The clerk stepped behind the counter and pushed against the floor to ceiling shelf. With a click it swung inward revealing a thin dark hall. Flora swooped inside and a suddenly worried clerk rushed in after her. Fey eyed the hall. It was far too small for herself, hell she wasn’t even sure she could fit behind the counter. With a sigh, she settled in to wait. Ten minutes later Flora reappeared this time with another duffel bag. A shiny purple-coloured rubber ball slipped from the top of the bag and went bouncing across the floor. Fey raised an eyebrow at it.

“What’s that for?”

“It’s for stuff and revenge and things.”

“Revenge?”

“Did I say revenge? I meant rubber. Very similar words.”

The clerk emerged from behind her. He looked mildly terrified as though he had been through a strenuous ordeal. When Flora looked at him he flinched away. The gnome grinned evilly and dumped coin on the counter. The clerk snatched it up.

“Done, all done, now, please, oh god please, get out of my establishment!”

Flora narrowed her eyes at the clerk.

“Come on Flora it’s starting to get late.”

The gnome gave the clerk one last savage glare causing the clerk to let out a little involuntary scream before she turned and drifted after Fey as she left the shop.

They wandered back through town as the sun was setting across the rooftops and found themselves outside the inn Elaria had supposedly booked a room at. A sign outside read ‘The Slime’s Bane Inn’. An Appropriate for an inn that liked to market itself to adventurers.

They pushed inside, a welcoming room greeting them warmed by a large open fireplace. A number of adventurey looking types were lazing around the room on various couches. At the main desk Ellaria stood talking with the innkeeper.

Fey waved at her as she caught her attention and tried very hard to ignore the man to her side who had just spat his beer all over his friend when his eyes had found Fey’s cock.

“Heya, did everything go okay?”

“Hrmm. Yes. No. Inn’s fine, we have a good room. But the town guards refused to listen to me, or rather they didn't give a damn. This backwoods town is not exactly filled with the most professional of people.”

“Ah really? That’s a shame. Maybe things aren’t as bad as we think, that anti-mage possibly permanently losing his magic could have put a damper on their whole operation.”

“Mm. Perhaps.” The elf stepped away from the front desk and toward the main stairs. Flora floated up ahead of them.

“I’ve been meaning to ask Ella, why didn't you tell the Guild clerk about what happened at the bottom of the dungeon?”

Ellaria shot a glance back at her then to the room where a few adventurers were scattered about some looking in their direction. They looked away abruptly seeing Ellaria’s gaze.

The elf pursed her lips and gestured up the stairs. Fey clopped up it following in her wake. At the top she led them to their rooms, the door opened into a group common room, a large open room with a fireplace and sofas, Vivi was lazing on one of them, her paws dangling off the side. Doors let off from the common room to bedrooms and a shared bathroom. This setup being why the inn billed itself as catering to adventuring bands. Flora was busy looking through her collection of weird potions, a mischievous expression on her face.

Ellaria closed the door as she stepped inside.

“My reasons weren't that special, I was looking out for our fellow adventurers really, like with the thieves. I tried to make the dungeon sound as uninteresting as possible without explicitly lying, I just don't want any of the local amateur adventurers going down there and getting themselves killed, whether that's by the magical armour or by whatever that giant machine thing was at the bottom.”

Fey tilted her head to the side. “But I don’t think anyone overheard you Ella, you were speaking pretty quietly to the clerk.”

“Of course, but that's not the issue. It’s the clerk herself. This isn't a big city guild, I doubt that clerk has more than a passing care for adventurers, well we saw that with her reaction to the thieves. The problem comes when one of those curious adventurers in there bribe her to hear what I said.”

“She wouldn't!”

“You would be surprised, a quick coin for a little info is nothing if you don't care, and any adventurer hearing of what we saw will almost certainly have their curiosity peaked, and as they say, curiosity kills the cats. Unfortunately, I think the only reason she accepted my suggestion to get the guild to send an investigator is that it will take a long time to work through the bureaucracy and in the meantime she can run a grift.”

“Hmm, you really care for our peers.”

“Adventuring is my thing and adventurers are my people.” Ellaria gave Fey a quick small smile.

“Didn't you get in trouble for that?” said Vivi, nonchalantly lazing on the couch. 

Ellaria pursed her lips. “Yes… My family is… of high birth, they look down on adventurers.”

“Ooh! posh girl wanted to rough it and daddy didn't like it!” mocked Flora from the table, various potions orbiting her.

“Crudely and nastily put but basically true.”

“Well I’m glad you chose too,” said Vivi, “You would not believe how awful most band captains are.”

“I’ve seen that’s the case, I worked at an adventuring school as a lecturer for a time. We had many teaching examples to show the students.”

“Weirdly enough I’m completely unsurprised that you used to be a lecturer,” said Vivi swinging her legs down and sitting up. “I think it’s time.”

“Time?”

The fox girl grinned. “Time to empty myself!”

Ellaria rolled her eyes. “Oh great, maybe people can stop assuming you are pregnant now.”

“Hey, it’s kinda fun, all that satisfying filling weight, people not knowing it’s really centaur cum.”

She stretched her arms and cracked her paws.

“See you in a tick.”

The vulpine stepped away from the couch and waddled over to the bathroom door. She opened it and shut it behind her. A bathtub and a toilet were inside, top of the range plumbing, surprising for a town out in the sticks but then this wasn’t a particularly cheap inn. 

She wiggled her hips and the cum in her stomach sloshed back and forth, the pendulous momentum of it dragging her waist. She smiled to herself, she was going to enjoy emptying, she had had some pleasant dreams at The Slipper Otter inn about the first time she had emptied herself of Fey’s hot and heavy cum.

She waddled over to the toilet. Partway there she thought she heard the door open behind her. She turned around about to ask for some privacy but found it was closed and no one was there. She blinked wondering if she had imagined the sound, but after a moment dismissed it and returned her attention to the toilet. She hooked her paw over her shorts and rocked her hips side to side pushing them down to her feet and extracting her white furred tail from a hole in the back. 

She parked her curvy rear on the seat and settled in to wait. She could already start to feel Fey’s cum shifting inside herself putting pressure on her insides.

She hummed contentedly and wiggled her toes enjoying the building sensation. 

The vulpine was distracted however when a small shiny purple rubber ball about an inch across rolled out from beneath the bathtub. She stared at it.

“What the?”

The ball was joined by a second ball slightly larger than the first. The two balls rolled around on the tile floor seemingly of their own volition. After a moment of seemingly moving randomly they began to roll toward her. The vulpine eyed them wondering what the hell was going on. The two balls touched up against her toes, wiggled, then seemed to latch onto her and began rolling up her foot. She jerked in surprise and tried to shake them off but to no avail, they remained firmly in place seemingly stuck to her as though by gravity. 

A rattling sound made her look up and eighteen more purple balls rolled from under the bathtub. Each ball was a little larger than the other, ranging from a little over one inch to six inches across. The vulpines brow furrowed in confusion. Was this some sort of service the inn had installed? Maybe a magical body cleansing service? She knew that in some cultures they used miniature slime monsters as a way to clean their bodies of dirt, was this something similar? The Artefact version perhaps? She thought she’d heard that was a thing in the big cities.

By this point the first two balls had climbed up to her thighs. She tried to pick one up but it swerved out of the way of her paw seemingly consciously dodging her claws. The two balls continued to roll along her thighs toward her. The vulpine narrowed her eyes at the balls. Were they magically cleaning her fur or something? She couldn't see any difference in the spots that they covered. The balls rolled onward, closer, and closer, they slipped from atop her thigh and moved to her inner thigh, squeezing between the gap in her legs. Vivi let out a little gasp as the first ball abruptly rolled into her clitoral hood, the bouncy rubber deforming slightly as it applied pressure.

“What the fuck? Is it malfunctioning?”

She squirmed uncomfortably as the pressure increased, and increased again as the second shiny purple rubber ball rolled up and began bumping against the first.

“Stupid little things, you can't clean in there.”

Her hips shifted on the toilet seat. It was at this pint she felt rubber touch her toe pad and she looked down with slightly rounded eyes to see the eighteen other balls had arrived and begun making their way up her legs, suction cupping to them.

“Woah hold on guys, I don't want thisIS!” Her voice peaked as the first purple ball suddenly slipped downward and pressed up against her inner folds.

“AH! H-hey hold on!”

She bit her lip as the little ball butted up against her lower lips, shifting and rolling against her flesh.

“H-how do I turn this off? Command word? OFF! Stop! Mana saving mode!”

The balls ignored her. The second ball followed the first down and butted up behind it increasing the pressure on her puss. She held her paws up helplessly and looked down at her white furred legs that were now covered in shifting shiny purple rubber balls swiftly climbing upward. She noted, now slightly more alarmed, that the balls were arranging themselves in order of size with the largest last and the smallest first. The smallest were beginning to glide to her inner thighs and she closed her legs trying to stop their movement. 

It didn't help. She could feel them wiggling between her thighs, driving onward determinedly, their smooth frictionless surface letting them slip between her pressed together legs. As she watched another squeezed down between them pushing her thighs apart. She grabbed for the next one trying to make its way down but it slipped and slicked out of the way with ease, easily dodging her paws and when she did touch them her paw pads simply slipped off the shiny surface.

She yelped as she felt the third ball crash into the first two balls that were pressing up against her puss increasing the pressure, then the fourth and fifth. She bit her lip as her labia compressed under the force, then with a sudden lurch that made her gasp aloud the first ball Schlopped inside, her lips slipping around it and engulfing it.

“O-oh g-gods. I- I’m not dirty in there guys, you g-gotta stoOOAAIIH!!!”

Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! 

Balls began pushing into her folds non-stop, progressively getting larger. Vivi’s mouth opened wide and her paws scrabbled at the toilet seat, her hips rolling back as more and more balls pushed and slipped inside her.

Sixth, seventh, eighth, Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!

Her feet skittered across the tile, still held together by her shorts around her ankles. Her knees tried to close but the balls were bunching up between her thighs pressing them apart, a hoard of balls all eagerly seeking out her privates and pushing and shoving trying to get in her. She could feel the first ball deep insider, it was wiggling against the entrance to her womb, pushing relentlessly against her deepest most sacred place. It didn’t seem to bother the little ball and after a moment of willful pressure she shuddered as she felt it enter her womb. More followed.

“Sh-Shiiittt!”

Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Even more balls pushed between her folds.

By this point the balls were several inches across and had slowed down, having to press harder and harder to get inside her. She squirmed under the pressure, the force of all the cum in her stomach squeezing down from above while the balls squeezed up from below.

SCHLOP! The first four inch ball pushed and shoved its way inside. 

“F-Fucking gods. S-stop!” She tried to grab at the balls as the next SCHLOPPed into her, her sweaty paw pads slicking off the rubber surface as they slipped between her thighs.

SCHLOP! SCHLOP!

“Hnnggghh!!” 

Her hips were practically leaving the toilet seat as she squirmed, her belly sloshing across as her spine arched, her back knocking roughly against the wall behind as she levered her self up and around trying to hold the spheres back, her leg muscles working over time trying to hold together but to no avail. She noted with alarm that her belly was actually larger than when she had first sat down, the spheres inside her womb increasing her mass.   

Short of breath her paws grasped at her slowly expanding belly. She could actually feel the balls in her womb, their slippery lubricated surface causing them to mix and stir and slip around each other in a storm of shifting shiny slick rubber.

Her toes spread as a particularly large ball pressed up against her so hard she was lifted off the seat for a moment.

“I kn-know you want t-to be with your- f-friends, b-but you’re not g-gona FiiiiiiiiiEEEEEE!!”

SCHLOP!!

She began hyperventilating as her cunt stretched to its limit and engulfed the ball, her lower lips going thin as they stretched around its slick circumference

Her paw slapped down on the toilet seat and her claws made furrows in the wood.

“FFFFF-”

SCHLOP!

“-UUUUUU-”

SCHLOP!

“-UUUUU-”

SCHLLOP!

Her other paw came down on the seat and her claws dug deep into the seat.

At last, the last ball shoved and butted up against her abused reddened muff. The largest, a large step above the previous ball in size at a monstrous six inches in diameter. 

“N-No!” she shook her head side to side furiously as though to deny it, but it wouldn't be denied, the ball pressed and pressed, squeezing so hard up against her muff that her clit was forced from its hood and squished up against the rubber ball.

“Oh fuck, oh g-gods, oh stahhhpAAIIEEEEEE!!!” her voice rose higher.

SCCCHHHLLLLOP!!!

“AIIIEEEE!!!” and then her voice peaked as all six inches of ball forced its way inside stretching her more than she could even imagine. She ripped the wooden toilet seat in half as her arms and legs went up, the two halves clattering to the ground either side. She squirted hard. Like a burst barrel, clear fluid gushed across the room from her snatch and rained down on the tile and door. She thrashed and slipped from the ceramic bowl to fall to the tile floor, landing on her belly which set her off again as all the squirming moving balls inside her shifted and were compressed along with Fey’s cum in her stomach. Her rear up in the air, her tail flagging, she sprayed down the toilet and the wall behind it, the fluid spattering and dripping, rivulets running and dripping down the china to form a shallow puddle at the base.

Her feet clawed at the tile as she rode out the orgasm, claws slipping off the now soaked tile as she rested on top her expanded belly.

She came down breathing hard, her face a sweaty mess, drool hanging from her lips and her white fur askew, her tongue lolling from her mouth.

“W-what the fucking fuck! The hell kind of cleaning magic is this???”

She dragged one limp paw to her stretched belly and put her paw pad against it. She could just about feel the balls inside her self, they were still moving, exploring the inside of her womb.

“G-guys, what are you doing to me, what are you doing in there!”

She suddenly shuddered as she felt the balls inside her suddenly swirl and mix around as though caught in a current.

“J-just settle down, P-please settle down guys!”

The balls did not settle down instead becoming more excited, swirling around her insides. Then she felt it. The entrance of her womb was being pushed at again, touched at, explored, but this time from the other side. A ball was looking for a way out. It found it.

She gasped as the smallest ball suddenly slipped back into her puss, then the next, then the next. They squirmed around scraping at her insides, wiggling and swirling until the smallest found her abused lower lips and peaked through, wiggling and pushing until with a quiet little ‘schlop’ it slipped free.

The vulpine shuddered on top her belly, prone on the floor.

“Th-that’s r-right, c-come out little g-guys, get out of my w-womb p- pLLEEE!”

Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLLOP! SCHLLOP!!

“AIIEIEEE!!”

Sixteen rubber balls were pulled from her cunt, each ball stretched her labia into a larger and larger O shape as they forced their way free.

Vivi squirted hard as her arms scrabbled against the damp tile, her claws scratching at it but gaining no traction and slipping across it. Clear fluid spraying down in a straight stream from her cunt to the tile, back spattering fluid across her thighs.

The sixteen spheres outside of her behaved differently this time, instead of being stuck to a surface as before they floated in a string, a long string of sixteen balls progressively decreasing in size with an air gap between each one, the smallest at the end. The string of balls reached high up into the air and curled over her back like a strange lewd scorpion tail. It waggled in the air as Vivi’s hips shook uncontrollably.

The vulpine breathed in gasps, her head resting against the tile. She dragged her head to the side and looked up what was sticking out of her puss and curled above her back.

She closed her mouth and grit her teeth, her paw curling into a fist she limp wristedly slammed it against the ground.

“Flora! You fucking levitating asshole! I know it’s you now! Fuck youuuuu!”

The scorpion tail waggled in the air cheekily as though laughing.

“Get out here you crazed ankle biter! I know you're doing this to get back at me jumping you at the hotspring! I’m gonna shove a beehive up your pussy until you piss honey!”

The scorpion tail paused. Then it seemed to curve down slowly until the tip was pointing at Vivi’s head. She had the weirdest feeling the puppeted tail was looking at her. She glared back at it as she lay prone.

“Yeah, I bet you didn't like that, you slutty dumpster goblin, you dumb bitch!”

The scorpion tail stared at her for a moment then it began to shudder, each ball vibrating in place. The air was suddenly filled by the sound of stretching squeaking rubber. Vivi’s eyes went wide and scared as she watched the balls expand, the purple rubber thinning and becoming semi transparent as an invisible force was applied to their interior make them larger, pushing and them outward. The smallest ball had grown from an inch across to four inches and the largest had grown to eight inches in diameter.

“Uh, uhm, h-hey now, I uh, I was just joking, I- I didn't mean it! P-please Flora!”

The scorpion tail determinedly moved backwards curving down on itself until the tip pressed up against Vivi’s exposed asshole.

“No no no! don't do it! Don't do it!”

The scorpion tail which emerged out of Vivi’s pussy and curved back on itself to point at her asshole suddenly lurched forward and the tip rammed against her anus, the ball squashing up against her butthole, flattening slightly as stronger and stronger pressure was applied. Vivi desperately dragged her paws along the slippery tiles trying to get away but since the base was attached to her puss it was completely hopeless, she only succeeded in dragging herself a few inches forward. All the while the pressure only increased and increased until with a SCLURP! her anus was forcibly stretched out and made to consume the rubber ball.

“NUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” screamed the vulpine as her buttocks clenched and unclenched with the virgin sensation of having something so large forced inside. Her feet kicked against the tiles flicking droplets of girl cum into the air, her claws digging so hard against the tile that long white scratch marks were left in the surface.

She ground her teeth together, tears forming at the corner of her eyes. 

Then the second ball slammed between her but cheeks. Vivi yelped and shoved her wrist in her mouth, biting down to keep her self from screaming.

SCLURP!

The next ball forced its way inside making the vulpine shudder and quake, then the next, each ball getting progressively larger. She moaned and whined into her wrist, closing her eyes hard

SCLURP! SCLURP! SCLURP! SCLURP! SCLURP! SCLURP! SCLURP! SCLURP! SCLURP! SCLURP! SCLURP! SCLURP! SCLURP!

With each ball the fox girls thighs twitch and shook, her cheeks jiggling wildly as the purple rubber slipped inside her abused butthole, filling up and rounding out her belly once more. At last the giant rubber beads stopped, just three beads remaining outside her cunt and asshole, a line curved back on itself going from her puss to her anus.

She trembled all over as she pulled her saliva covered wrist from her mouth, a string of spit connecting it for a moment before snapping.

Her eyebrow twitched as her gaze slowly rose.

“A-are y-you d-done? I-is that enough?”

A voice came from nowhere. “Oh, I’m just beginning.”

Vivi’s eyes slowly widened and her breath hitched. Then she felt it. The string was pulling back, pulling back from her anus, all while the lower largest bead began pushing against her swollen muff.

“NUU!” she wailed bouncing her fist against the tile and kicking as her butthole was slowly pushed outward, round around the sphere, a lewd bulge with her abused pucker capping it. She grit her teeth and strained, trying to help push it out.

With a sudden SCLURP! Her pucker slipped around the rubber purple ball, at the same time the ball pushing against her puss SCHLOPPPED! And forced itself inward stretching her lower lips incredibly thin.

As the ball left her anus the ball behind it rammed up against the exit. Of course since she was still so full of Fey’s cum the portion of cum that was in front of the ball was forcefully ejected at high speed. White exploded from her anus. A flower of white bloomed, a sheet of white flying through the air, disintegrating into droplets. It splattered against everything behind her coating it in a layer of cum, the wall, the toilet, the sink, everything was caked with cum.

“OH GAWWDDD!”

Vivi came, Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Girl cum splattering against the tile. 

She shuddered but had less than a second to recover as the next ball distended her asshole

“HNNG!”

SCLURP! SCHLOP!  Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! 

Vivi thrashed on the tile, her whole body convulsing as rubber was forced in and out of her and a gush of Fey’s cum with it, spraying in a cone behind her.

She let out a long whine as her clit twitched and her hip muscles trembled and spasmed. Already she could feel the next one coming, faster and faster.

SCLURP! SCHLOP!  Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! 

And then the next.

SCLURP! SCHLOP!  Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! 

Faster and faster, her voice steadily rose from a frantic whine up and into a full throated scream as more and more of the balls chainsawed through her. Each ball forced free bringing with it cups of cum to splatter down her legs and everything behind her.

SCLURP! SCHLOP! SCLURP! SCHLOP!  SCLURP! SCHLOP!  skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! 

“AIIIIEEE!!”

Her knees and feet hammered against the tile as her legs thrashed out of control, her mouth as open as far as possible her tongue straining outward.

“S-S-SlowIIEEE D-DoWnnn!!” she managed to get out between gasping screams but the balls didn't listen, instead they sped up.

SCLURP! SCHLOP! SCLURP! SCHLOP!  SCLURP! SCHLOP! SCLURP! SCHLOP! SCLURP! SCHLOP!  SCLURP! SCHLOP! SCLURP! SCHLOP! SCLURP! SCHLOP!  SCLURP! SCHLOP! 

skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! GLLRSCH! GLLRSCH! GLLRSCH!

Vivi came harder than she had ever cum in her entire life. Girl cum was spraying from her puss so hard that it was sputtering with the pressure and going in all directions, soaking her fur from belly to toes

SCLURP! SCHLOP! SCLURP! SCHLOP! SCLURP! SCHLOP! SCLURP!

“HNYYAAAAA!!!!!”

Her whole body trembled as stimulation ripped through her like lightning.

At last, the final ball pulled free from her asshole along with a hose of white that poured out of her, a stream that fell over the cum caked toilet caking it with ever more cum. The last of Fey’s cum oozed from her pucker as the last ball slipped inside her puss.

Her face rested on the tile, the entire bathroom floor was wet, a layer of cummy girl cum swamping it. Her breath made ripples across the surface as she panted.

“Oh- oh gods, its all out, it’s all gone.”

“Well. There’s still the rubber balls,” came a voice.

Vivi’s eyes slowly widened as the rubber balls in her womb began to move around. The cum no longer softening her belly meant that when she looked down she could actually see the individual balls moving around beneath her white fur, squirming and swirling sound like they were caught under a waterfall.

She licked her lips nervously. 

“H-hold on, J-just-”

The balls suddenly swelled in size, her belly stretching to contain them, her hip raising of the ground as the volume filling her womb increased, each ball gaining inches in size, together swelling her belly way past nine months pregnant with quadruplets.

She slapped her paws against the sides of her bloated stomach as the pressure on her insides jumped.

“F-FUCK!”

She could feel it, the smallest ball which was still very large had found the entrance to her womb and was pressing against it.

“It’s, no, y-you can't!!”

The ball squirmed free back into her puss making her quake, and stretching her folds. She felt like her very hips were being shifted as the ball pressed up against the inside of her lower lips, pushing out her reddened swollen muff, a peak of purple visible in her slit as it pushed and squeezed. She felt like she was giving birth.

And then her lips yawned wide around its circumference going thin and the ball popped free.

SCHLOP!

Vivi howled

Her legs thrashed into the air as she rolled atop her rubber filled womb.

GLLRSCH! GLLRSCH! GLLRSCH!

A truly impressive amount of girl cum exploded from her, so hard and so fast that it irritated her erect clit.

Then the next ball slipped free. Then the next. Each progressively getting larger.

SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!SCHLOP!

GLLRSCH! GLLRSCH! GLLRSCH! GLLRSCH! GLLRSCH! GLLRSCH!

The tile cracked and shattered beneath her knees and feet as they drummed against the ground, her mouth yawning wide as she wailed without restraint, saliva flecking free.

Cumming nonstop she was unprepared when the final largest ball tried to make its escape.

Her puss bulged outward, unable to let the sheer volume of the rubber go. Her hips lifted up into the air and she was physically dragged across the tile by the levitating ball, her claws screeching at the tile as she was dragged by her own pussy.

“AAIIIEEEE!!!!!”

With one final SCHLOP! It stretched her more than she imagined possible and slipped free from her cunt.

She came and at the exact same moment she passed out. Her body flopped down on the ruined tile, limp as a wet towel even as her puss continued to squirt.

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