Chapter 27 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Ellaria teaches a class of students at the local adventuring school. Meanwhile Flora tricks Fey into fucking the Ellaria doll to relieve her very full balls. Ellaria has the unfortunate experience of being cum inflated in public view of her students. Once emptied the furious elf then returned and took her revenge on the mischievous gnome in the form of an elven style marathon lecture on manners.

Now, Chapter 27:

Rina’s pink tail wrapped around the milk jug and with expert precision lifted it into the air and tipped it. A thin stream of milk trickled into the apparently quite expensive cereal.

Fey eyed it dubiously. It almost felt strange to be treated so kindly. An adventuring life mainly meant inns and gruff innkeepers and busy barmaids, not pouring out your cereal milk with a loving arm wrapped around your waist.

“Erm, Rina, as much as I love your attentions, and, erm, h-hands, isn’t it kind of a problem that you are m-married? I had no idea, I feel like I’ve created so many p-problems…”

Rina laughed lightly. “Oh Fey, you have such a kind heart. But no, it’s not a problem, wasn’t it obvious by a Human marrying a Lamia?”

“N-no?”

“Hmm for having such an attractive body you can be quite unknowing sometimes. We both love each other but he also loves his mistresses and I my many concubines, our personalities are perfectly suited in that regard. Hmm, would you be my first mistress?

“But he’s so angry!”

“Yes because he has some silly notions about Tami. Isn't it just the most ironic thing that a dedicated man slut would be as pure as the driven snow when it comes to ideas of his daughter? It was always going to end in tragedy, Tami takes too closely after us.”

Rina lifted a strawberry from a plate on the table and dipped it in a bowl of cream, then she pushed her lips against it licking it clean while giving Fey a sultry half lidded look. Fey swallowed nervously.

“T-Tami seems almost more impassioned than you two, uhm if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Hah, maybe so, but perhaps I could persuade you otherwise?” said Rina, one eyebrow rising suggestively as Fey felt a tail curl up her back leg, curling around her balls and then sliding up her snatch, dipping into her folds and causing her to yelp and shudder.

“Oh my gods you two, get a room,” groaned Vivi.

The fox girl had her head in her paws and was sitting quite uncomfortably at the breakfast table. Mostly because her body had grown much much much larger in the last night and day, to the point where she was sitting easily over six feet away from the actual table. Her pregnancy was now so large that sitting down it just touched the floor and spread her thighs as wide as they could go, her fat milky breasts lying atop, each now so enormous that resting on her belly the tops were level with her eyes, obscuring the table from her view.

It wasn’t hard to see why she was so uncomfortable, each breast was stiff and hard with milk with barely any give, visibly throbbing. She wasn’t leaking however, each of her wrist thick nipples having been taped over with a dozen layers of tape, keeping her milky breasts sealed tight and causing them to slowly swell larger with each passing hour. Vivi was well and truly a pregnant mess.

A small teddy bear sneaked by in front of her chest, using Vivi’s obscured view to abscond with a plate full of bacon. The teddy bear raced back across the large breakfast table, winding around platters of food, pots of jam, bowls of porridge, it was beyond excessive, but that did match the mansion.

The bear came to a halt in front of Lily and poured the bacon onto her plate. The otterkin didn't even pause, excitedly shovelling the fresh bacon into her mouth, devouring the plate and then moving onto the next plate the teddy bear brought her.

Fey had to wonder where it was all going. The otterkin girl seemed to have a bottomless pit for a stomach. But then, perhaps it was going into her chest. The otterkin’s breasts had doubled in size in the last few days and she was very visibly pleased with this development, also audibly pleased as she would not stop talking about them.

Fey shifted uncomfortably as the end of Rina’s tail tickled her clit. She appreciated the attention but she really was quite hungry, she made to lift her cereal filled spoon.

Flora floated in the double doors to the dining room as soon as she put it in her mouth.

The gnome looked… different to how Fey had last seen her. She was wearing trousers, and severe black high heels, and a shirt, all freshly ironed and pressed, her normally lazily styled pink hair was now trimmed and perfected, not a single lock out of place.

In total she looked like she was about to join an accounting firm. That is if you ignored her enormous pregnancy and massive breasts. Albeit there had apparently been some attempt to cope with the size of them, the shirt extended out so it covered her chest, which required an excessive amount of buttons and cloth. Nothing could be done for her hugely pregnant belly however which simply spilled naked from between her trousers and her shirt covered breasts.

Fey and Vivi and Lily stared as the sulky gnome lowered her belly down onto the floor by the breakfast table so that she was lying atop of it and levitated across a plate of bacon and eggs. She rested the plate on her breasts and immediately stuffed fistfuls of bacon into her mouth.

She looked up and glared at the others who were still staring.

“What?”

“W-why are you wearing, erm, that?”

“It’s part of my parole agreement. Shutup.”

Vivi and Fey glanced at each other in confusion.

“She’s being disciplined for insubordination to me, her captain.”

Fey and Vivi turned to find Ellaria pulling out a chair and sitting down at the table. She plucked a few slices of toast up from a toast rack and lifted a knife. She paused as she realised she had nothing spreadable nearby as the teddy bear had scampered off with it.

“Flora, would you kindly pass the butter.”

Flora watched in disbelief as her own hand moved up, levitated the butter, and placed it carefully and caringly in front of Ellaria, even adjusting the butter plate to be aligned neatly with the cutlery.

“Thank you Flora.”

Everyone stared at what had just happened.

“Y-you did that so...normally… like a normal person...” whispered Fey in absolute astonished awe.

Flora turned on Ellaria with a look of outrage. “What the fuck did you do to meeeee!”

“I did nothing at all, except instil into you three hundred and forty seven four hundred page volumes of elven etiquette. Clearly something deep down inside of you is crying out to behave and follow the rules, it wouldn't have such an effect if you didn’t secretly wish for it Flora.”

“No! You fucking bitch! What the fucking shit fuck did you fucking do-”

“Would you kindly close your mouth Flora.”

Flora’s lips snapped shut and her tirade became a muffled mumble. Wide-eyed she tried to look down at her lips and her hands scrabbled at her sealed shut mouth.

“Woah,” said Vivi, “This is new. Hey wait, do you just have to say those words?”

Vivi turned on Flora an extremely evil grin quickly spreading across her face.

“Flora, would you kindly explosively shit yourself.”

Everyone froze up and stared at the gnome who had a look of absolute horror on her face.

But, after a moment of tense anticipation, nothing happened.

“It only works coming from an elf, hence elven etiquette,” murmured Ellaria, picking at her breakfast.

“ARRGGHHH I’M GOING TO KILL YOU VIVI! YOU TRIED TO MAKE ME-!”

Flora’s hands were grabbing at the air as though she was trying to strangle Vivi from across the table.

“Would you kindly behave yourself while eating breakfast Flora,” said Ellaria, not even looking up.

The effect was immediate and dramatic, Flora calmed, a knife and fork appearing in her hands which she used to daintily cut a small square of bacon and then lift to her mouth, nibbling elegantly.

Fey could see the corner of her eye still twitching with outrage however.

“Ahem, as we are all here I will explain my new plans,” said Ellaria as though Flora wasn’t even a concern worth paying attention to, “I’ve come to the conclusion that the slime job and my teaching job while valuable are simply not enough to attain our goals in any reasonable time frame. Thus high risk high reward jobs like the Kobogon job are our best bet.

“You mean the job that we almost died on?” said Vivi with a scowl.

“Yes, but ideally not quite that dangerous. I doubt anyone could have predicted that ancient Kobogon that called herself Shiva. We will instead be going back to what we do best, what we had been building a reputation for.”

“Dungeons.” whispered Vivi and Fey together.

“Yes. Our first since the strange dungeon with the giant room that changed Fey.”

Fey shivered, “D-Do we have to? What if something bad happens again?”

“We won't be diving into unknown uncharted dungeons, just ones that are known quantities. Granted that can still mean a great deal of danger.” she glanced up at Flora. “But I will be taking steps to increase our fighting ability and reduce any threat.”

Flora was clearly struggling to regain control over herself, and with the final bite of her food placed in her mouth the command ended and she slumped forward. After a moment she turned her head and glared daggers at Ellaria.

“I bloody well hope you aren't thinking of what I think you are thinking of.”

“I am. It’s about time we tried it again. We’ve discussed and theorised about it enough over the years, just because your last attempt ended in failure that is no reason not to try again.”

“You know what happened last time Ella? I almost died when I shot myself in the ass one hundred and thirty three times!”

“And this time you will have Fey to heal you if something goes wrong.”

“I’m not doing it! I still have nightmares about my ass!”

Fey raised a nervous hand, “Wh-what would I be healing? F-Flora’s ass?”

“If it happens again perhaps, but I don't believe it will this time.”

“I’m not doing it, I refuse.”

“I have a second lecture prep-”

“Oh my god, okay even being shot in the ass is preferable to that… FINE! goddambloodyelf...”

Fey blinked and looked between the two, quite confused about what exactly it was that they were talking about.

The rest of breakfast didn't take long, partly because they ran out of food, the teddybear rampaging across the table, snatching up everything edible and transporting it to Lily where it disappeared into the pit of her stomach, a stack of plates over a foot high and growing appearing either side of her. Fey had to wonder if she had decided that she wanted her chest to grow as much as possible and was doing all she could to encourage it. She worried that she might succeed, her digestion was apparently prodigious.

Ellaria left her with the last of her toast, standing and wiping her hands on the table cloth.

“Time we were off. I don't know how many ranges we will have to try before we find somewhere willing to deal with our request.”

Rina made mildly grumpy noises as Fey unwound herself from the lamia, pulling free until Rina’s tail slipped from her pussy leaving a trail of wet over the top of her balls.

She paused as she was about to leave through the doors and turned. Lily was still there, patting her slightly rounded stomach, She let out a rather unladylike belch causing the teddy bear to hold up a hand to its face in disgust.

“Are you not coming Lily?”

“Unless you are going to the dungeon now, no. I agreed to meet Tami and practice our Class abilities together. I want to get stronger, much stronger so I’m actually a little bit helpful when we do actually go to a dungeon.”

“The teddy bear is a new Skill right? Wait, isn't Tami still…”

“Mhmm! I leveled up again, and yes, but that's okay, I can just climb on top of her tummy.”

“Practice is good, we’ll be back later, perhaps I’ll do a test for you Lily,” said Ellaria over her shoulder.

This seemed to please the otterkin.

Fey waved at her and Rina and turned to go.

And immediately walked into a massive invisible thing. She cried out as she fell on it, the thing making a cry of its own. Stumbling then holding herself up against the soft warm surface she managed to catch her balance

“K-Kayla?! You were here the whole time?!”

“Y-yes I’m sorry!”

Fey had to wonder if Kayla’s continued invisibility was starting to be a much larger problem than she had realised. It almost seemed like the otterkin’s personality was shifting, becoming more withdrawn and shy. Which was jarring as Kayla had been the boisterous one of the twins while Lily was the shy one when they had first met. Now it seemed that Lily was becoming more and more confident and powerful and assertive, while Kayla was becoming the opposite, like their personalities were slowly switching places.

She sighed as Flora lifted Kayla into the air. Maybe she wasn’t the only one with a magical malady that needed urgent treatment.

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They travelled into the city away from the mansion, unfortunately while drawing a lot of attention as the combination of two insanely pregnant people along with a large centaur sporting a throbbing erection tended to do.

But also fortunately it didn't take long for Ellaria to find what she was looking for, a shop, and they only had an entourage of a dozen girls by the time they reached it. Flora plucked a halfling who was clinging to Fey’s dick free and placed her on the nearest rooftop. The rest seemed to take the hint after that and scuttled back in fright.

They entered into the shop with only a couple of girls peering through the window. Vivi had to squeeze her belly up to fit and even then it was a near thing. Flora couldn't enter at all, she was too big. Instead she disappeared over the roof of the shop in a huff.

Inside Fey found, well, a lot of arrows, a lot of string, and a lot of bows. She realised that Ellaria had taken them to some kind of bow and arrow shop.

“Ella why are we in a bow and arrow shop?”

“Bow and arrow shop is a rather crude way to put it,” said a voice, “Archery Emporium is the preferred term, Melly’s Archery Emporium more accurately, and we do champion accuracy here.”

Fey turned to find a woman, though on second glance not quite. Like the otterkins she appeared human but with differences, more specifically the large curving pair of cow horns sticking from the top of her wavy blonde hair along with a pair of floppy cow ears sticking out the sides, her body was curvy with flaring hips and thick heavy thighs. Perhaps most noticeable however was her staggering breast size that was near bursting out of her blouse and could genuinely give Vivi’s pregnant size a run for her money, feet and feet of smooth soft breast flesh. Really the amount of cleavage this woman had was enough to lose limbs in, and she seemed to know it with the way she flaunted herself, a small pleased smile crossing her face as she noticed Fey staring.

“H-hi? I’m Fey.”

“Melly, as you might have guessed. I appreciate seeing a centaur, can't say we see many of your kind around these parts… and an elf,” she hesitated on Ellaria before moving on, “and a… pregnant vulpine?”

“Yup, I’m preggers and ready to pop!” said Vivi slapping her belly with a grin.

Melly eyed the sheer size of Vivi’s pregnancy that hung down nearly to her knees.

“Vulpines have… m-much larger litters than I realised…”

“Please miss Melly, call me Ellaria. I’ll keep my request simple, do you possess one hundred and fifty winch crossbows and about, hmm, let's say five thousand crossbow bolts?”

Melly blinked at her, taking a moment to compose a reply to the unexpected request. “I do happen to have that funnily enough, I just got this year’s stock in from the far north archipelagos. But, er, you want all of them? Are you arming a battalion miss Ellaria?

“No, this will be for personal use, one person’s use more specifically.”

“I’m not sure I believe that, are you pulling my leg?”

“Well, you do have a range out back correct? That is primarily the reason I came here, to test a proof of concept.”

“I do.” She gave Ellaria a funny look. “Fine, I can't say business has been as brisk as I would like as of late, I can set aside some time to see this apparent marvel of someone personally using one hundred and fifty crossbows. Adventurers are a source of entertainment if anything I’ll admit, never mind the chaos.”

Fey watched the shopkeep bustle by, a set of cowkin eyes carefully checking over her dick before moving on. The fact that she did move on suggested to Fey that whatever this cowkin species was they were one of the species who seemed less interested in jumping her bones on first sight. Strangely she also seemed very unimpressed with Ellaria’s astounding beauty, although she wasn’t quite sure why that was.

She blinked as Ellaria walked to the door at the back.

“Come on, let's go find the range.”

Still not quite sure where all this was going she trotted after her, Vivi bringing up the rear, with difficulty, but still managing incredibly well all considering. In fact Fey was sure there was something else going on with the fox girl so as they emerged into the outside air she slowed and waited for her to catch up.

“Uhm, Vivi, how is it exactly that you aren’t falling over?”

Vivi glanced up at her, huffing slightly as her arms were wrapped around the sides of her belly.

“It’s the clothes isn’t it.”

Fey blinked. It was true that Vivi had gotten new clothes from somewhere, some rather eccentric clothes. A pair of baggy trousers, a skirt that went halfway down her thigh on top, and an off the shoulder top, which appeared to be made of some kind of semi transparent cloth which barely reached to her taped nipples leaving everything below exposed.

A skirt and trousers? Furrowing her brow she looked closer, the fabric appeared to be… moving? A glossy white tentacle suddenly slipped from the hem and waved up at her, more slipping from beneath her preggers belly, sliding up the sides, cradling the enormous thing.

“It’s Wummy, she’s wrapped and spiralled all over me under my clothing helping me lift. Honestly combined with my awesome warrior strength carrying all these eggs are a breeze, I could get way way bigger no problem. Although doors are kinda a pain now, I’d hate to end up stuck outside half the time like Flora.”

“Oih, It’s not my fault I’m being discriminated against for being door challenged. People should build bigger, like Rina’s mansion. Everywhere should be like Rina’s mansion.”

Fey looked up to see Flora descending out of the air. The yard they were in was large and spacious and had been set up as a combat archery range, meaning timbers and walls and targets and trees designed to emulate fighting monsters in the wild. Some of the targets even had crudely drawn goblin faces on them.

“I still don't want to do this Ella,” said Flora coming to a stop a few feet above the ground.

“Tough… Although you should probably be ready to heal her Fey, just in case. Expect lots and lots of blood if things do go wrong, pints of the stuff.”

“Oh my gods you aren't doing much for my nerves you bloody… captain.” she muttered, catching herself before she cussed her out.

Behind them Melly emerged, wheeling a crate in front of her. She nearly tripped over the crate when she caught sight of Flora and it took some quick explanations from Ellaria to explain that yes that she was actually that pregnant and yes she could fly.

After calming down Melly disappeared back inside and began wheeling out more crates.

As that was happening Ellaria opened the first crate and pulled out a very plain and simply constructed windlass crossbow. Not that plain and simple meant a small crossbow, these were windlass crossbows after all, that is a large crossbow with a winch at the back used to draw the very very heavy draw weight.

Ellaria sighted down it and inspected it with care.

“This is good work.”

“Of course it is, I get good stuff,” said Melly shoving a barrel she had rolled out aside with her foot. “Now you better show me something worth seeing or I am going to be thoroughly annoyed with you.”

“Quite. Flora.”

Flora let out an exasperated sigh and placed her hands palm up, fingers spread, then raised them up.

The ten crates pulled apart, hay and wood drifting into the air, one hundred and fifty heavy crossbows sailing toward the gnome. Flora flicked her fingers, rolling her palms and the crossbows slid into lines, flowing around her in a trail, the lines joining forming longer ones, until the bows were spiralling around her hugely pregnant belly in a stack four high, each bow inches above the spiraled layer below. She flickered her hands at the air and then flipped her palms down. Every one of the crossbows turned until they were facing outwards with their stocks pointing toward her center.

Melly watched wide eyed as the two barrels lifted into the air too, floating up until they were resting just behind Flora’s legs where she lay across her pregnancy.

“It would be best if we took a step back for this, in fact I think we should get inside, now, we should get inside right now.”

Ellaria flapped her hands at the girls and after hesitating for a moment they stepped inside the doors of the shop, peering around them to see where Flora floated at the bottom of the range.

“I really don't like this Ella! It's not a good sign when the audience has to hide!” shouted Flora. “I feel like I am rather a larger target than last time too!”

“Are you ready?” shouted Ellaria back from behind the door.

“No!”

“Do it anyway!”

“Argh!”

The crossbows began to circle Flora, a flat spiral.

“Wait!” shouted Ellaria.

Aggravated, Flora snapped her head back at the door. “I’m trying to concentrate here captain, one even slightly wrong move and-”

“I know, but would you kindly focus Flora.”

Flora gaped at her, her mouth hanging open. Then she threw her head back and laughed. Turning back she lifted a hand and the crossbows sped up, then sped up some more, and then some more, at the same time the lids of the barrels blew off and two lines of crossbow bolts streamed down toward her left. As each crossbow passed a bolt fitted into place and the windlass of each crossbow began to turn, drawing back the drawstring. This process accelerated as she got used to it, a smooth factory line that set a bolt in place and began the process of winding even as the entire procession of one hundred and fifty crossbows continued to orbit around her, an incredible feat of magical prowess, intricate fidelity, and perfect manipulation.

Then she drew back her hand and then thrust it forward.

The bow directly in front of her fired, immediately replaced by the next bow which fired, then the next, of course this was happening at such a blistering pace it was merely a blur of motion, the bows firing one after the other so quickly that their sounds merged into one long

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT

The archery range didn't stand a chance. Nearly fifty bolts a second were being fired. The trees shredded, the targets melting, the stones turned to splinters, a metal tipped focused rain that erased anything it touched, clouds of dust exploding into the air. Flora turned the onslaught, sheer eradication flattening and pulverising anything and everything before cutting a line through the wall at the end of the range, a horrifying shredder of matter, anything living that stepped in front of such a thing would clearly become so much red mist. Even as she fired the empty crossbows were being smoothly refitted with bolts, their windlasses spinning so that when they made the full spiral circuit back around to her front they were ready to fire again, a continuous non-stop dread fire.

At last, she paused, the bows slowing, the incredible noise dying as the firing came to a halt. The archery range was awash with dust and falling leaves.

Flora stared at the destruction, suddenly wary of her own power. Nothing before existed like this that she had heard of, this was a world first, never done before, no mage had ever been insane enough to think of such a thing let alone successfully implement it.

Her and Ellaria’s theory long talked about over beers, a Gatling Crossbow.

“H-holy shit balls!” said Melly stepping from her shop and looking at her leveled range. “Holy shit on a stick, this, that is, fuck me sideways…”

“Impressed?” smirked Flora.

“We shall of course pay for the excess damage,” said Ellaria appearing beside her.

Part of the wall fell down at the end of the range with a clatter of rubble.

“D-don't worry about it, I’d pay more than the cost just to see this at a show,” murmured Melly.

It didn't take long for Ellaria and Melly to get down to the nitty gritty and Ellaria parted with a not-insignificant chunk of the band’s savings. Not that anyone minded having seen the potential. It was safe to say they were a lot less concerned about any potential dungeon expedition.

The purchased crossbows and crossbow bolts streamed into Ellaria’s Dimensional Bag until only the empty crates and barrels were left. Flora even used her power to collect the bolts she had fired, at least the ones that had survived intact.

With their morale and their heads held high the band readied to leave, making their way back through the shop and stepping out onto the street.

Vivi suddenly stumbled into Fey, a desperately slutty squeal escaping her lips as the tape that had been covering her nipples finally lost its battle to remain affixed and ripped away as a veritable torrent of milk exploded out of her massively engorged and angry pink nipples.

The fox girl’s knees quivered out of control, turning inward and knocking together as milk poured and sputtered from her chest, the air filled with the very loud and very attention grabbing sounds of large quantities of fluid waterfalling across the paving, turning the heads of nearby pedestrians.

“F-Fuuucccckkk,” groaned Vivi as the milk spilling from her enormous teets slowed before becoming burbling rivulets that rolled down the under arc of each breast to drip to the floor below.

“Vivi! Are you okay!” exclaimed Fey desperately twisting around and trying to see the white furred fox girl clinging to her.

“N-not r-really… They’re so goddam sore and full, I don’t think I can keep going like this, I- I need to be emptied..”

“Why don’t you get your annoying pet to drain you dry?” Muttered Flora, “She seemed to like your taste well enough.”

“I've tried, she’s not interested! She got indigestion because it was too rich and she absorbed too much too quickly and now she digs her heels in every time I try to get her to do it again! She doesn't understand, she just thinks it makes her feel bad...”

“The slime pet is a gourmet. Wonderful. Hey wait, you know I was relying on her too right? What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

It was at that point that Melly who had seen them out coughed politely into her fist. “I can’t say I completely understand the problem, but uh, if the issue is about getting milked, well, why not go to a Cowkin dairy?”

“What in the bloody hell is a cowkin dairy?” scowled Flora.

“Isn't it obvious? Did you think you were the only ones in the world with an excessive productivity problem?” She slapped a hand on one of her enormous breasts, sending her cleavage wobbling as though to demonstrate.

“So you get milked like a bunch of dumb barnyard cows in stalls? Wow that's pathetic,” said Flora turning away and beginning to drift off down the street.

“Barnyard cows don't get paid for their milk. How did you think I purchased this entire archery range all on my lonesome?”

“So where is this wonderful dairy of higher civilized society,” gushed Flora, immediately about facing and rapidly moving back toward the cowkin.

“Hmm, I could tell you but it’s not easy to get in, ideally you’d need a recommendation, the cowkin union jealously guards their monopoly.”

“I just purchased your entire stock of bolts and cheap crossbows, and had my band mate here show you something you had never seen before, clearly impressing you, in fact I’d go as far as saying you were inspired. That is more than worth the recommendation. Give me the recommendation shopkeep.” said Ellaria raising an imperious eyebrow.

Melly crossed her arms.

“I don't appreciate being talked down to by elves elfy, it wasn’t that many centuries ago that the elven empire was keeping us in pens for their industrial scale dairy farms. Our species never used to be this large breasted until your lot bred us this way.”

Ellaria actually seemed to deflate hearing that, her shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry… that’s…”

“Don’t apologise, I can tell you are young and had nothing to do with it. ‘sins of the father’ is just another form of nasty and I don't care for the idiots who push it. Just reel it back in on the haughty attitude and act like any other commoner.”

The elf looked up, “So is that a yes?”

Melly grinned, “I was saving to open a second range on the other side of the city, and your little, well, large purchase has just allowed me to afford it. Sure, I can see about getting you in, it’s the least I can do.”

“Hah! You got told elfy! Maybe Melly here kicked loose that stick you have permanently jammed up your asshole!”

Ellaria slowly turned and stared at Flora.

The gnome paled as it dawned on her that she had just unthinkingly mouthed off to her captain.

“W-wait, h-hold on now, I was o-only k-kiddin-”

“Would you kindly... eat that mud on the floor over there. It’s untidy.”

“N-no no no NO!” said Flora shaking her head, trying to stop herself but failing, a big fat wet clod of earth with a tuft of grass poking out of the top of it slowly lifted into the air and with a sense of inevitability drifted toward the panicking gnome’s mouth.

Her cries of distress soon choked off into a spluttering muddy gargle.

“Oof, you know it’s almost weird to see her actually suffer a captain’s wrath for once. All the other bands she got kicked out of for insubordination because they couldn't actually punish her, she’d just float away while giving them the finger,” said Vivi, squinting up at the flailing gnome.

“Yes, well, she did something that pushed me to use one of my more distasteful options. Elves have complexities of etiquette and polite behaviour that the shorter lived races cannot consciously comprehend. It has certain useful side effects on the mind when forcefully taught.”

“What did she do to deserve this kind of punishment?” said Fey blankly.

A mix of expressions crossed Ellaria’s face as she looked up at the enormous and innocent looking centaur.

“She took our first- she- she did something very bad. Trust me, she well deserves it and more. Maybe this will actually be a learning experience for her.”

“I’m going to need to get some snacks to watch this karmic battle play out,” said Vivi tapping a paw pad to her chin. “Flo isn't going to learn easy.”

A single blade of grass drifted and fluttered through the air by Vivi’s ear. She reached out to catch it but the motion caused her breasts to shift and milk burst from her nipples, she let out a groan, her eyelids fluttering as she completely missed the blade.

“I am familiar with that uncomfortable feeling of being overly full dear, it does me no good to see another girl in need. Come, come, the dairy is this way…” Melly waved a hand at Vivi and gestured for them to follow. After a moment's hesitation, and the sound of Flora loudly spitting up bits of mud and blades of grass, they followed her.

Fey expected them to have to journey some distance to reach the supposed cowkin dairy, but that proved not to be the case as Melly took them down the street and turned into a side alley, a sign hanging above a pair of rather ornate doors declaring it:

Goldborough Dairy. The best of Bine, Pure Organic Cowkin Milk.

Fey stared up at it. “Er, this is very hmm.”

“We are running a business you know, businesses have to boast to get customers,” said Melly, producing a key and then pushing through the heavy oaken doors. Bemused, the band followed in behind her, Vivi leaving a trail of milk in her wake.

The inside was spacious, and comfortable, a strange blend between a dairy and a mansion. Extremely comfortable and expensive looking chaise lounges were scattered between wooden frames that had glass nozzles and long clear rubber tubes, in fact the tubes were everywhere, snaking between the furniture, past tables and coffee tables stacked high with creamy puffy flaky pastries and donuts and selections of cheeses, to sets of huge ceiling height glass tanks part filled with milk.

There were a number of enormous breasted cowkins lazing across the furniture, some so large that their boobs spilled across their bodies hiding their torsos from sight entirely. Fat fist sized nipples tenting the delicate partially transparent cloth resting across their heavy chests. To Fey’s surprise there were also a couple of bovines, that is fluffy golden cow girls, although their chests were significantly smaller and far more reasonable than the cowkins. She supposed that must be because they hadn't been bred for it like the cowkin girls apparently had.

A cowkin girl wearing a pair of red spectacles and presenting several feet of smooth skinned cleavage, enough to get lost in, approached. She adjusted her glasses and peered between the members of the band her brow rising seeing Flora’s pregnancy, a slight frown appearing seeing Ellaria’s astonishing beauty, and then her mouth flapping open seeing Fey’s throbbing erection.

“What is the meaning of this Melly~? You can't just drag in a band of troublesome adventures, especially a band as troublesome looking as this!”

“Oh they are definitely trouble Bess, more than you are imagining no doubt, but they also paid me a lot of money, and Vivi here is genuinely suffering, as you can see.”

Vivi whimpered, her paws grasping at the cloth of her skirt as milk spritzed across the ground.

“Hmm. past capacity, high density, nipples irritated, needy behaviour,” said Bessy examining the fox girl over her spectacles. After a moment of thin lipped thought she nodded. “I suppose we can make an exception to one suffering so. My Skill is telling me that the gnome one and the… invisible one is close to overflowing as well.”

Melly blinked. “Invisible one?”

“Yes, I can see two enormous spheres of milk floating right beside you. Put out your hand.”

Melly, now very confused, reached out to her side and yelped when she touched hot breast flesh, her fingers sinking into the invisible softness. A gasp came from where she touched.

“S-s-sorry!” wailed Kayla, “I wanted to say something but I didn't at first and then it was too awkward to say it later!”

“Wh-why is there an invisible and extremely pregnant girl with you?” said Melly turning eyes on the band.

“Magical accident. You know how it goes,” said Ellaria.

And they did, as the words ‘magical accident’ had a magic all of their own. Melly tried to give the spot where the invisible otterkin floated a sympathetic look, completely missing looking at where her head was of course.

“You have a milk related Class?” said Fey blinking down at the bespectacled cowkin. She was having trouble keeping her eyes up and had the strangest feeling that she was going to fall into the excessive amount of cleavage that spread Bessy’s blouse.

“Oh yes, Milk Mage, it makes quality assurance a breeze. We wouldn't be one of the most reputable dairies in the city without it.” She glanced between Vivi and Flora. “I don't imagine that you will be taking your, ahem, milked output, with you correct?”

Ellaria shook her head. “No, my Dimensional Bag is less than ideal for that.”

“Very well, in that case I suppose we can purchase it off of you, although since you are quite clearly of inferior quality compared to our gold grade milk, and we are in the position of power, we will be purchasing it at copper quality base rate.”

“Hah!” said Vivi, “You think Fey induced milk is copper quality? I have no idea what copper quality means honestly but I assume it is bad! And Fey did not give me some crappy copper cow milk, this is prime grade nutted horse milk, all of us are!!” The declared boast was spoiled somewhat by her nipples spraying milk for feet across the floor causing her to shiver.

“Erm, I don't think that's quite how that w-works Vi,” muttered Fey.

“What in the heavens are you blathering about?” said Bessy adjusting her spectacles.

“Check! Go on! Check it!” said Vivi, a fierce look of pride on her face. “Use your smug quality Skill or whatever.”

Bessy squinted at her and then snorted in derision. She snatched up a gold clasped wine glass from the nearest table and approached Vivi. She sniffed superciliously as she looked between Vivi’s fat and engorged nipples before deciding on the left one. With a flick of her hand she spun the glass in her palm until it came to a stop held under the nipple and then she expertly flicked the top of Vivi’s breast with her other hand. Vivi let out a shriek of surprise and a gush of milk instantly spilt into the glass, the cowkin smoothly moving the wine glass to catch the milk as Vivi jerked and shook, not a drop lost as it filled.

At last Vivi shuddered to a standstill and bared her teeth at Bessy. “What the hell!”

“Hmpph. you did ask,” said the cowkin raising the glass to her face.

She turned the glass, spinning the milk, letting it breath. Then she drew in a deep long breath, her nostrils flaring as the creamy scent entered them. She blinked in surprise, her head jerking back.

“What?” she exclaimed, incredulous surprise on her face.

“What is it Bessy?” said Melly, suddenly paying much more attention to the thunderstruck cowkin.

“I- I haven't scented anything like this-”

Without hesitation, she raised the glass to her lips and sipped. A light gasp escaped as she pulled the glass away, her eyelids fluttering as a shiver ran up her body. The front of her blouse became instantly soaked through as her own huge nipples released enthusiastic gushes of milk in sympathetic response.

“G-gods, what is this? But how? How is it...”

“Haha! Told you so!” said Vivi crowing over the cowkin.

Melly stared at the red spectacled cowkin. “You aren't saying what I think you are saying are you Bessy? No way... it can't be…”

Bessy shook her head. “I can't deny it, it’s what we only thought of as theoretically possible, it’s Platinum grade milk, my Skill is telling me it might even be on the top end of that, edging into an even higher grade that we hadn’t even considered a possibility.”

A wave of shocked and outraged gasps spread throughout the room and Fey realised that all the Cowkins and Bovines had been listening intently to the conversation. She also thought she could see gold coins appearing in Bessy’s eyes as she looked over Vivi’s boobs, a hungry expression appearing on her face. Well, now she understood why Vivi apparently couldn't get Wummy to absorb her milk. It truly was as ridiculously rich as Vivi said it was.

She felt a nudge and looked down to see Ellaria subtly looking up at her. “This might be trouble. Let me handle things, just go along with whatever else they want for now,” she whispered.

“Ahem,” Bessy cleared her throat, looking over the band in an entirely new way. “It would be my honour to offer the large chested amongst you the opportunity to work at the Goldborough Dairy, assuming you each have the same level of quality as the vulpine claims. The Goldborough is the best dairy in the city, you will become our premiere production for only the most noble of the nobility.” A pen and paper had appeared in her hands from somewhere and she was scribbling notes.

“Nah,” said Vivi, “That sounds lame and unwarrior like. I want to go out and kill stuff as violently as possible, not sit around eating donuts and getting milked all day like a lump.”

Bessy's face twisted through several different shades of irritation before she managed to school her expression to stillness.

“How much are we talking?” said Flora, a certain monetary interest in her voice.

Bessy looked up at the floating gnome, swift calculation happening in real time. Then she scribbled something on the paper and held it up.

“Okay I’m in. Sorry guys I’m taking temporary maternity leave for the rest of my preg-.”

“If you quit over bloody milk Flora I’ll make you eat your own breasts.”

“I changed my mind, I'm back in the band.”

Ellaria took a step toward the cowkin. “I hope you aren't trying to poach my band mates miss Bessy. You should know that in the adventuring world captains have been on occasion known to kill each other for such a slight. You do not understand the seriousness of the issue upon which you tread. What you say next will be chosen very, very, carefully.”

Bessy blinked and looked into the elf’s beautiful eyes which were currently swirling with a compacted crimson fire. Dangerous. She swallowed nervously, suddenly very aware of just what being an adventuring band captain meant.

“R-right, this will of course be a band contract then, just like a, uh, adventuring job? I think that’s how that goes yes?”

Ellaria’s eyes quickly returned to normal and she gave the sweating cowkin a pleasant smile.

“Excellent! A job contract we can certainly negotiate.”

Fey watched, feeling slightly bemused as Ellaria moved to the nearest desk and began slamming down sheets of paper and swiftly and calmy writing, her hand steady and confident. She had sometimes seen her do something similar with privately contracted jobs before, during negotiations, and sometimes even with the AG itself.

A hand tugged at her leg and she looked down to find a short cowkin girl with large curving horns, floppy cow ears, and cute pony tailed blonde hair looking up at her. She struggled to look her in the eyes however due to the simply ridiculous cleavage the short cowkin sported. In fact she was genuinely unsure how the cowkin was standing upright as her breasts extended over four feet away from her chest.

“Heya!” piped up the cowkin. “Fey right? You can call me Taylor. I thought you could come watch so you aren't left out and feel sad!”

Fey blinked at her then looked around. Vivi and Flora had moved on into the room surrounded by dozens of cowkins who were pulling and tugging at their hands and clothing, directing them, and judging by the awed look some of the cowkins were giving to an invisible spot that they rested their hands on Kayla was there too.

Not wanting to be left behind she trotted after them, the huge breasted Taylor having to make a chest wobbling about face to catch up.

“Uhm, if you don't mind me asking, how is it that you aren't falling over?” she whispered down as the short cowkin girl caught up to her.

Taylor looked up at Fey, her eye’s catching a snatched glance at the stiff horse dick bobbing along beside her, before looking back down at her chest.

“Oh this? Well, it’s a bit embarrassing really. It’s a magical bra, it floats and carries my girls. It's true that if I didn't have it I wouldn't be upright, I wouldn't even be able to move even, they are soooo heavy you have no idea!” She looked up at Fey’s own very large chest, albeit more suitable for her large centaur size. “Well, maybe you do know.”

“I get it I think, Flora would be doomed without her Class.”

“Mmhm! I'm jealous of that power, seems very convenient.”

Fey eyed the tall glass tanks as they approached. There were a lot of them, about a dozen spread throughout the large room, each of them were marked around the base with a gold emblem which she noted had what looked like a milk bottle upon it. She noted that many of the tanks were joined together with clear tubes so that any milk collected would be mixed and blended.

“That's a lot of tanks,” she mused.

“Oh yeah, there’s so much demand these days, we struggle to keep up. It wouldn't be so bad but that bloody dragoness drinks three barrels of our stuff for breakfast and dinner. We can't exactly say no to her, who wants to piss off a giant war mongering dragoness?”

“L-Lady Alexandria?” said Fey, she did not like how this dragoness seemed to have her claws in every little part of the city, she truly was an unavoidable presence in Bine.

Ahead of them the cowkin girls had begun dragging around the furniture, shifting the chaises out of the way and moving the wooden frames, lining them up in rows.

“Uh, I thought it was just us? Why so many frame thingies?”

“It’s cheaper for us to do it at the same time.”

“It is?”

“You’ll see.”

Flora seemed pleased by the attention being lavished on her and was gorging on several cream puff pastries as she lowered her self down onto one of the frames, her breasts hanging over a wooden beam. A pair of cowkin girls were waiting and lifted a pair of huge glass milking nozzles, each over a foot long, the bases rimmed with black rubber and the top part covered in various gauges and valves which the clear tubes emerged from.

With a grunt, they pulled Flora’s blouse covering out of the way and rammed the nozzles home onto her turgid nipples. Flora nearly bit her tongue off as they locked on and pressurised. She glared down at the cowkin girls.

“Do you mind being a bit more careful?”

Beside her similar things were happening with Vivi and Kayla, although in Kayla’s case they had to be guided by Kayla’s words as finding her nipples was tricky while invisible.

Soon they were ready and then the other cowkins were putting themselves in their own milking frames, bent over the wood, their breasts hanging down, their fists clenched tight on a bar in front of them, their skirts hiked up over hips, rears perked up in the air, cow tails flagging high.

Fey blinked at the rows of girls with their behinds exposed, ready and waiting for something.

She looked down at Taylor who had gotten into her own milking frame. The cowkin pulled up her skirt exposing her pussy to the air.

“What the heck Taylor? What has this got to do with milking?”

“How do you think we maintain our reputation for having the creamiest tastiest milk in the city?”

“By mooning the girl behind you?”

“No silly.”

A bell suddenly rang from somewhere out of sight and a door at the end of the room opened. To Fey’s surprise a half dozen men filed through, tall muscular men with oiled bodies and enormous pectorals and artfully wrapped leather straps aimed to emphasise their erections. They wore knights helmets on their heads masking their identities. The effect overall was not a little bit absurd, they looked like gladiators who had gotten lost.

“Erm, is this going where I think it’s going?”

“Really really good sex is the trick for the best milk you see, but unfortunately the courtesans decided to unionise and we’ve been butting heads with them ever since. They keep asking for more and more of a cut, we’ve been countering by doing mass milking to save time and money but they still won't stop trying to leverage on us. It’s really such a terrible situation.”

The cowkins around Fey began whispering excitedly and more than a few pairs of hips squirmed in anticipation.

“That’s…certainly something,” said Fey watching bemused as the glossy oiled men neared.

Flora suddenly caught sight of them and a cackle of laughter exploded from her mouth.

“Are these little baby carrots really supposed to satisfy us? HAH!”

“I, uh, think that your expectations might have been a little bit skewed Flora,” said Fey under her breath. Really, the men had perfectly reasonably sized penises for humans. It was just next to her…

She felt a slapping on her leg and looked down to see Taylor trying to get her attention.

“You know, if you felt like it you could help little old me with my milkiness.” She lifted an eyebrow suggestively, a small smile curling the corner of her lip.

Fey looked her over, a short girl with wide hips, a cow tail flagging in the air as her legs shifted, a little rivulet of clear fluid running down her inner thigh from her swollen labia. Her extremely large breasts dangled over the wooden bar she was bent over, a pair of glass nozzles attached to each swollen nipple. She noted that the cowkin’s eyes kept rather obviously darting under her barrel to where her suddenly expectant horse cock throbbed.

She could mount this cute little cowkin, rut her unlike anything she had ever imagined, open her eyes to what a real breeding was.

“But won't this courtesan union get mad at me? At you? I don't want to get you in trouble…”

Taylor flashed her a fierce grin. “I read the contract top to bottom, they only specified male or toy based stimulation, nothing about a female centaur with an enormous throbbing cock!”

Fey was already moving. With a grunt she reared up and her front legs slammed down on the frame around the cowkin making her yelp in surprise. Her cock stiffened and thumped up between Taylors legs, slapping her up the belly so hard it left a red mark in the shape of her dick, a hot quick cock kiss that lifted her up into the air before dropping her back down, a cup of hot precum splattering up the underside of her breasts.

Taylor gasped and jerked forward, desperately holding onto the wooden frame with a white knuckle grip, her breasts swaying violently back and forth.

Fey growled and lifted her hips back, aligning the tip of her thigh thick dick with the small girl’s pussy, hiding it from view due to their sheer difference in size.

“H-hey slow down, I only meant h-heavy p-petting! Wait! You won’t fit!”

Fey ignored her and the pressure just increased and increased, squashing her buttocks and thighs as she pressed in against the cowkin’s core.

The centaur shoved forward and Taylor mewled as the intense pressure jumped dramatically, her pussy spreading so wide her insides were touching down on the rough tip of Fey’s dick, smeared out by the sheer pressure being applied. Taylor gasped, her breath catching in her throat, the pressure was too much, she felt like she couldn't breathe, like a weird inverted constipated feeling but much much stronger.

She choked as Fey thrust against her, once, twice, and then on the third her pussy stretched impossibly wide and slipped around the edges of the broad head. The horse dick pushed inside, spreading her cunt in the most intense way, turning every stretched wide nerve cluster into a source of extreme pleasure. The huge press pushing deeper and deeper, parting her body, stretching her far beyond her limits.

Fey’s hips kept going until the cowkin’s belly tented out with her dick and crashed into the back of her enormous breasts, her stomach and pelvic floor muscles contracting desperately around Fey, squeezing on her length like a vice. This, of course, only exacerbated the pressure on Taylor’s nerve clusters.

“GHNNNNGG!!”

The sound of fluid hitting the floor filled the air as a squirt of steaming girl cum sprinkled down from her sloppily contracting pussy, her love nub squeezed free from its hood as her labia stretched paper thin around the horse cock penetrating her,

Taylor barely had time to come to terms with the fact she was being fucked by a large centaur before Fey dragged back, a loud and obscene slurking queef filling the air as her pussy was forced to form and then break a vacuum around the massive penetration.

Fey’s hips pulled back until only the head was inside of her, and then sawed back in with a rolling motion, thrusting her bulging belly out even further than before, parting her milky breasts.

At that moment the magical sensors in the milking nozzles detected that she was in a prime state to be milked and jerked to life. Not that her breasts needed much encouragement as milk exploded from her stiff erect nips, spraying so loudly against the glass that it was audible.

The nozzles suckled and slurped, jerking up and down on her nipples as they rhythmically pumped and drew more and more milk from the wailing cowkin. Fey was happy to keep them going by keeping the cowkin girl in a perfectly ravaged state.

However, the nozzles weren't quite prepared for the Fey effect. The needles on all the gauges of the nozzles immediately red lined and the glass swiftly went from transparent to an opaque white as they were entirely filled. What was more the transparent rubber tubing leading from them, now also white, bulged in girth, swelling in thickness as the sheer amount of milk being forced into them exceeded capacity. The milk charged down the tubing to one of the many glass tanks and hosed into it, hosed into it so fast that it sprayed against the other side of the tank, drumming against the glass, the milk line visibly rising as more and more and more poured into it at a stunning rate.

“AHn! Ahn! Ah! HAAAAGH FUUUUUCK- M-MY—AGH! HNYAA!”

*SCHLORK!* *SKLAK!* *SHLURK!*

Fey continued to relentlessly piston in and out of the cowkin who jerked back and forth on the milking frame like a helpless doll, her legs dangling and kicking at the air as she was lifted on the length. A floppy limbed cock sleeve for the centaur to use to relieve herself, helpless to do anything but be lost upon a sea of mind melting pleasure.

Fey’s real-time ruination of the short cowkin had hardly gone unnoticed, everyone in the room sans Ellaria and Bessy were staring wide eyed at them.

“H-holy shit, is that actually happening, is she really taking all of that thing?!”

“She looks like she is losing her fucking mind, does it really feel that good?”

“Are you kidding? Look at her! When has any of the guys ever gotten that reaction out of any of you?”

“Not to mention the amount of milk she’s producing, look the nozzles are redlining! They can't keep up!”

“Bullshit!”

“F-fuck, do you think she would do me? Imagine how it would feel to be that stuffed and stretched out with dick…”

“Gods I’m getting so fucking wet just watching-”

“Like one of the horses at the stables but-”

“The guys are kinda unimpressive now, okay really unimpressive-

“D-Do me! Do me next!

“No me!

The room descended into shouted arguments and desperate pleas as Taylor’s bleated cries of ecstasy rose higher and higher, the horse dick tenting her belly pushing further and further between her breasts until the tummy covered shape of Feys dick was thrusting out from between her cleavage in front of her, the cowkin well and truly turned into a living cocksleeve.

One of the men seemed to be getting increasingly agitated as he looked around at the desperately pleading girls all with eyes for Fey and flatly ignoring the excessively oiled guys.

Having had enough the man strode toward Fey and rose a hand to catch her attention.

“Excuse me! Excuse me! Just what is that you think you are doing? You are not part of the courtesans union, you are breaking the rules by copulating with one of our clients!”

The effect was slightly spoiled by the boos and jeers of the girls.

Fey ignored him, continuing to thrust and saw into her living cock sleeve.

“N-nearly there,” she groaned.

“I will call the city guard if you do not immediately-”

“Hnngawwwwd!” groaned Fey as her hips suddenly slammed home, her entire body stiffening up as she came.

"HHHAAAHHHhhhh... HHHAahhh... Hhnnnnn...AaaAAAHHHhhhh!!!!!” screamed the cowkin.

Taylor’s belly immediately blimped outward, ballooning in size as piping hot horse spunt sprayed into her womb, blasting her most sacred place with thick white cum that flooded and multi inseminated her eggs and instantly induced a state of hyper hormonalness. The flood of milk hosing from her breasts doubled and then doubled again, the tubes swelling and making a creaking sound of rubber in distress. Milk entered the glass tank, the stream so strong that it sprayed across to the other side in a horizontal line before shooting off in every direction.

Meanwhile, Taylor’s tummy had grown massively, surging outward in bursts as it rapidly filled the milking frame and then spilt between the gaps.

The man backed away in disbelief as the cowkin grew until she was filling the space underneath Fey and pressing up into her barrel.

Perhaps fortunately for the structural integrity of the room it wasn't long before Fey’s powerful ejaculations came to an end, her previous sessions with Tami and Ellaria had well and truly reduced her output for the time being. As it was her back hooves just started to lift into the air as the milking frame broke apart and the last spurt of horse semen left her length to join the rest in the cowkin’s stretched out womb.

“H-how?!” said the man stumbling back in disbelief, “Y-you can't, this makes no sense, you can't just fill a girl with that much cum! H-how can our business compete with that?!”

Fey remained silent as she pulled back from the gabbling senseless Taylor, her still rock hard three and a half feet pulling free of the cowkin’s reddened gaped cunt with one final wet sloppy shlurking sound, a slurry of cum coming with it.

“You don't compete, you watch helplessly, ashamed, as I take your girls and open their eyes to a new world of pleasure, moulding them to me so that you can never hope to satisfy them again.”

The man was forced to step back as Fey moved to the next cowkin in the row of miking frames, her broad cowkin hips thrusting at the air, her tail flagging up as she mewled to be taken by the dominating centaur.

---

Bessy was pouring furiously over the ridiculously long contract that Ellaria had written out, a myriad maze of clauses and sub clauses and nested back-linked footnotes, it was truly a terror of the written word.

A flustered Melly grabbed Ellaria’s arm and frantically whispered, “I hope you know what you are doing, you do know what kind of a situation you’ve gotten yourself into right?”

“Yes, Bessy here wants to get at my bandmates' milk.”

“That's the least of it, the whole goddamned dairy union is going to be coming for you! You’re literally the only source of platinum grade milk on the planet!”

“I had surmised as much. I have no intention of my band becoming pseudo slaves for some monopolistic greedy union. While we are in Bine I will offer our services as we are in financial need, but this will be only a temporary arrangement. Once we leave the city we will no longer be under any form of contractual obligation.”

“She’ll never sign something like that,” hissed back Melly.

Ellaria lazily glanced over to Bessy who had just finished signing her name to the contract, a pleased look on her face.

“H-how?”

“I’m a band captain Melly, I eat, breathe, and shit contracts. Every two bit idiot from here to the sea tries to cheat adventurers out of their hard graft, no captain lasts long that can't deal dirty.”

“Gods,” said Melly running her fingers through her hair, “The Dairy union isn't something you can just cross Ellaria, they will send people after you, bad people, they won't care about breaking any law, platinum grade is worth the risk.”

“Did you know that there is only one single organization with offices in every single town and city in the world? An organization that has more reach than any church or any government? An organization that has diffused itself so completely into the public's consciousness that people don't even notice that it has by far the largest military force in the world as well as counting many of the most powerful mages and warriors alive today amongst its ranks.”

“Wh-what, what are you saying? There isn't anything like that, that's insane! No way would that exist.”

Ellaria gave her a flat stare, making her think about what she had just said.

Her mouth dropped, “But that doesn't count! It’s just a guild!”

“Is it? In any case a small organization like the dairy union of this city would only require the AG to move its foot slightly for it to be crushed like an ant. The dairy union foolishly poking around where it shouldn’t, plus a few nudges here and there of my own and things could go quite badly for them.”

“How would you-”

Ellaria grinned, “Few have studied as much as I on the AG. There are ways given the right situation. I highly suggest you convince this dairy union you are a part of not to come after us.”

Melly shook her head. “They won't listen, but I will try.”

“Good enough.”

They paused as Taylor’s wailing reached a peak and Melly’s eyes went very round as she watched the cowkin expand in size, becoming a feminine lake of cum.

“....Say, I don't suppose you could convince the centaur to ride me too?”

--

Fey felt more than heard the clack clack of hard round objects moving against each other, of course the feeling of them pressing up against her length was more immediate. Each time she thrust into Flora’s womb her penis pushed apart the objects, eggs more precisely, their hardness pressing deliciously against her flesh. It felt surprisingly good, and she enjoyed the idea that she was railing one of her already well bred broodmares, perhaps breeding her moreso, making her larger, milkier, even more gravid with her offspring.

The rubber tubes going from Flora’s diamond hard pink nipples were writhing across the ground as the sheer amount of milk being forced through them made the rubber groan and creak. Although that was nothing compared to the bursting sprays of milk inside the glass tank they led to.

Unlike the other tanks this tank had been especially designated, a golden shield at its base replaced with a platinum one, and in volume too it was greater than the others, which was fortunate as the gnome was producing an impressive amount of milk.

Flora howled, her fingernails drawing long lines of red over her breasts as she was rutted relentlessly, brutally, Fey’s hips slamming up against her rear over and over, sending ripples down her pregnant belly.

“Ahn! G-gods it’s s-so Ahn! M-much bigger than Ahn! L-Last tiiiiimeeee!”

Wailed Flora as the humping accelerated until with one mighty slam Fey hilted into the gnome’s pussy, horse legs slamming up against her pregnant belly, sheathing herself to the base in hot tight shortstack puss.

Jizz exploded into the gnome’s already stuffed womb, hyper virile horse cum spewing between the eggs, rapidly filling up the gaps and then pushing outward, inflating her, ballooning her body larger. The milk spraying from her nipples into the suckling pumping nozzles massively abruptly increased in output, splits starting to appear in the rubber tubes as they doubled in girth, thin sprinkles of milk spraying from along the tubes. At the same time a full on torrent of milk exploded into the platinum grade tank, the milk level quickly reaching the roof, hitting capacity, and then pressurising.

The dangerous sound of the tank creaking and fracturing filled the room as the last of Fey’s immense output tapered off and the gnome girl was left quivering atop her throne of a body, a mix of eggs and boiling hot horse cum stretching her tummy out. Her breasts at least were now a much more reasonable size as the nozzles slowed and stopped, unable to slurp anymore from her.

With a groan Fey pulled out, her length sliding from Flora’s quivering cunt before sliding down her belly, drawing a line of white. She stumbled back, her front hooves coming down on the floor with a thump.

Breathing heavily Fey wiped a strand of hair that had fallen across her sweaty face away and looked around. The room was filled with the sound of softly whimpering women, each lying atop their own cum filled bodies, arms and legs hanging limp over the arcing curve of their tummies, their gaped reddened cunts exposed to the air, twitching and fluttering, long lines of horse cum rolling down from their cavernous pussies.

No girl had been left unravaged, all of the girls who had bent themselves over a milking frame and presented themselves had been fucked until they howled themselves hoarse, stretched out in a way that only Fey could manage, made to feel things they never could have imagined.

The results showed for themselves in that the many many interconnected gold quality tanks were now filled to the brim, just like the platinum tank which was attached to Flora, Vivi, and Kayla, the latter two just as stuffed full of cum as Flora.

Fey felt a sense of pride well up in her at seeing her conquest.

“Gosh you’ve no idea how long I’ve been waiting Fey, I feel like my legs are underwater I’m so goddam wet, that was torture to watch.”

Fey blinked and turned to find Melly looking over her shoulder at her.

She’d strapped herself down on the last milking frame that remained whole, a pair of extra large nozzles attached to her breasts. She moved her hips in a figure of eight in Fey’s direction causing Fey’s still hard length to stiffen and slap noisily up against her under barrel, splattering the cum it was covered in every direction. Fey had to agree with Melly, she was indeed very very wet, her inner thighs glossy with the juices that washed down her legs, her muff so swollen and fat with neediness that her pink inner lips barely peeked from between her folds, although her thumb thick clit had no problem at all standing erect and proud, twitching as her pussy performed instinctive kegels in anticipation.

“You sure you want me and not one of the guys?” said Fey, her eyes moving over to the males who were huddled in a corner, watching Fey fearfully, little spurts of white surrounding them where they had masturbated as they watched Fey single handedly destroy the dairy.

“No! Are you kidding? I just watched you turn some of the most staid and prim girls I know into moaning slutty cock addicts, that would never happen unless you are giving them a life altering fucking. I- I want that too!”

Fey smiled. Then she jumped on the cowkin, her front hooves slamming down on the frame as her cock scraped against Melly’s thighs before pushing between them.

Melly squealed as the boiling hot horse flesh touched up against her exposed inner thighs, rising, rising until it was scraping across the surface of her fat muff, a steaming spray of girl cum streamed from her pussy as it touched, her body on a hair trigger.

“F-fuuuckkkk” groaned the cowkin, biting down on her lip. “I’ve never cum from just a touch before...”

If this was the reaction from just being touched- gods she was so turned on that she felt like she was burning alive, her heartbeat a smith’s hammer pounding in her chest so hard that she felt the vibrations in her gut. She wanted, no, she needed to be penetrated by that impossible three and a half feet of horse dick, to be used by this monstrous centaur, to be made small and feminine beneath this vast wild beast of a stallion.

Fey aligned herself and heaved against her, putting to use her outsized strength.

And then, with a loud SCHLPOP! Fey pushed into her.

Melly howled as her fat pussy was forced to stretch around the thigh thick dick, going from puffy and engorged to paper thin as she was stretched around Fey. Her pussy went mad as its already extremely on edge state was beyond overstimulated, flesh glistening with her dew, beads of clear fluid became streams and rivulets, running down onto Fey’s dick, outlining its veins and crevices before rolling around the underside to drip drip to the floor below.

Fey didn't go easy on her like the others, she thrust forward until her medial ring slammed up against her cunt and then forced it inside, Melly was left with her mouth hanging slack as her belly tented up between her breasts.

She barely had time to comprehend how she was being so utterly used before Fey began to saw back out. Her sloppy pussy quelched and sucked against the massive thing as it withdrew, every little vein and bump tearing up her insides, scraping her walls in a way that no other could, dredging out a shocking amount of sticky sloppy pussy juice as it did to pour onto the floor below.

Then Fey sawed back in.

Melly howled, her voice rising higher and higher, her body already devastated by this intruder yet there was always more, more dick to be forced inside, more stretching, more Fey, it just didn't stop, it broke her mind that there was so much of her, she couldn't contain her, Fey was too much for any one girl.

Over and over Fey thrusted up into her, each time lifting her rear up into the air, her legs dangling, each time tenting out her tummy further and further. Her milky breasts wobbling back and forth, her collar bone slamming into the handhold bar each time the centaur pistoned, feet of dick slamming in and out of her pussy like no other man could manage.

Melly drew in deep gasping breaths as she tried to get air to keep up with her ravaging. It wasn't enough. Even hyperventilating, drawing in as much as she could from the musky fog filled room, it just wasn't enough, it was like trying to keep up with some primeval ancient thing, a thing more brutish than modern sensibilities, a thing that was built primarily to breed, to multiply, to spread its seed.

And then it spread its seed into her.

Fey roared and crashed up into Melly flattening her soft thighs and ass cheeks as hard horse muscle pushed against her, smashing her against the milking frame as her pussy slipped to the wrinkled base of Fey’s dick, her huge horse testicles slapping up between her thigh and slamming into her painfully erect clit.

Fey exploded into her and her belly billowed outward, heaving with horse cum as it rippled and rolled larger, distending with the spraying gushing ejaculations. Fey obliterated her insides, instantly impregnating her, sending signals to her body that it needed to be ready for many many many children.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Screamed the cowkin as she was turned into a condom for the centaur. Her belly rapidly filled the space between the frame and then bulged between the posts and then Fey’s legs, spilling outward faster and faster.

But her breasts did not seem to want to be outdone, her body’s hormonal state enabling more milk, more production, the nozzles around each fat nipple groaned and the clear tubes coming from each quintupled in girth, milk spraying madly from dozens and dozens of gaps as the tubes held together by a thread.

Then the milk met the tanks.

Which was a problem as Fey had already helped fill the tanks to capacity and then some.

The sound of glass groaning and bolts breaking filled the room, a great creaking sound as metal began to twist and tear.

And then the tanks failed.

Dozens of ceiling-high tanks ruptured, a tidal wave of milk instantly filled the room, more and more, a wave a half dozen feet high rolled across the room before sloshing back, miniature waves and whirlpools forming as it settled.

Fey looked around in surprise. The room was a lake of milk five foot high dotted with the domes of various women, their bellies holding them above the milk line, like islands that the various pieces of floating furniture sailed around.

Well, it wasn't her fault the dairy could handle the milk of its own girls, at least the platinum tank was still whole as it had been separate. Fey licked some milk from her fingers. To her surprise she recognised the taste from her breakfast cereal. Apparently Rina was one of the dairy’s customers.

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Across the room, standing on the now floating desk, Bessy wiped her milk covered spectacles with a cloth and returned them to her face with a shaking hand. She swallowed as she looked around in disbelief at what had been done to the dairy.

Then she turned on Ellaria, her face swiftly going as red as her spectacles as she descended through several layers of outrage, then anger, then all the way down to screaming fury.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOUR CENTAUR DO TO MY DAIIIRRRRRYYY!”

Ellaria wiped a little of the cowkin’s spittle from her cheek.

“Nothing. You skimped out on paying for more storage space and couldn’t handle a surge in supply. Obviously.”

Bessy’s hands rose, making grabbing motions like she wanted to strangle the elf.

“You are going to pay for this, this is your goddam fault! I’m going to have you and your band working from dawn til dusk to pay off this chaos!”

“I think not. I refer you to subsection one hundred and fifty seven sub-sub-sub-sub-sub clause eight-nine, subsection three, paragraph eighteen’s footnote’s small print. Here, you will need a magnifying glass for the text size,” said Ellaria, producing a magnifying glass from her dimensional bag.

The cowkin boggled at her before furiously sorting through the contract’s papers, coming to the right spot. Her eyes darted left right, bringing up the magnifying glass and squinting.

“It says Magic Mog shall not be liable in any way shape or form for the destruction of Goldborough incorporated’s milking tanks and any resultant property by one Fey Swifthoof.” she looked up at Ellaria wide eyed. “How did you know?”

“I didn't, but I know Fey,” she grinned, “Never bet against a big dicked centaur.”