Chapter 30 (Patreon)

Big chapter;

Previously on Centaurus: The band made their way into a dungeon deep deep in the forest. intent on looting it. Unfortunately a mimic Queen had other ideas and the band found themselves tricked and knocked unconscious, that is, apart from Fey. The Queen’s curiosity in Fey’s “uniqueness” proving her downfall and after some ‘ahem’ heated moments Fey was able to escape and rescue the rest of the band.

Now, Chapter 30:

Breathe.

Fey tried to calm her jangling nerves after their desperate flight from the mimic nest, a frantic scramble through pitch black corridors and the cold damp silence of the tomb-like dungeon. It had not been pretty. She was certain she was going to have some unfortunate bruises from crashing into unseen walls in the dark.

They had only stopped because they had come across a source of light, the only source it seemed. They’d stumbled into a room that was filled with a soft multicoloured glow, not from some luminous cave mushroom or moss or anything like that, no, the room was filled with treasures, precious gems that glowed in the darkness, thrown light glittering across gold.

Ellaria wobbled as Flora placed her on the ground, only just recovering from the soporific smoke. She blinked in the gloom.

“This is… What is this?”

“I, ah, think it might belong to the mimics,” said Fey. “They like to pretend to be things right? Well maybe they have to remove the things they are pretending to be sometimes.”

“Mimics…” muttered Ellaria as she followed Fey’s finger pointing to one side where a number of wooden chests lay broken and shattered, their contents spilt across the ground.

“This is all that stuff… I think?” said Fey.

“I see. I suppose that all does make some amount of sense.” Ellaria lifted a hand and a trio of levitating orange-red fireballs ignited, illuminating the mess of jewels and gold casually strewn across the floor, rather a lot more than first appeared.

Magic Mog stared around at the treasure.

“Er, is this... success? We… did it?”

“I’m not sure I can believe this, isn't this what we came here for? Just sitting here, out in the open like it was just casually tossed aside?!”

Lily who was picking around near the back suddenly lifted a limp teddy bear. A teddy bear with a red scarf. “Uhm, I think Fey might be right about the monsters using this as a storage room.”

Lily focused on the bear, applying her abilities, and it struggled to life. The bear looked at Lily holding it then raised its bear arms and embraced her, seemingly excessively relieved that she was alive. As it hugged her a dozen more bears stood up from the gold and jewels then came toward the otterkin and hugged her legs. Lily looked a little bemused at the core of the teddy bear hug pile.

“I don't believe this, where's the endless boring wandering through miles of dungeon before we find a single bloody coin?! This just ain’t right.”

“Don't look a gift horse in the mouth Flora, especially after what just happened, we very nearly died. Speaking of which, how exactly did we get away?”

“Erm,” said Fey, “I- I don't think that smoke worked very well on me? I woke up early, or-or something! And then I was able to free Flora, and then we escaped, y-yep! That's what happened!”

Ellaria squinted at the suspicious looking centaur nervously lifting and placing her hooves. “Hmm. for some reason I suspect there is more to that story.”

“N-no…”

“In any case we have what we came for, it’s time to leave. Now. Flora, if you would?”

Flora nodded and swept her hands across the room. Gold and jewels and jewellery and gems lifted up into the air and formed a river that streamed into Ellaria’s dimensional bag that she held wide, a river of glittering trinkets and baubles. It only took a moment to clean the room of everything of value.

Ellaria snapped the bag shut with a satisfied look. “I would have to estimate that this trip has been more than worth it and then some, how often do dungeon monsters conveniently gather all the loot together for you?”

“Hey, uhm, captain, doesn't that also mean those monsters know of this place? Like, might they check here?”

A scream of fury echoed down the distant dungeon corridors, just being heard where they were stood.

“Do you know what a jinx is Lily?” said Vivi.

“Wha- that's not my fault! That’s not my fault! H-Hey!”

“Come, we’re done here,” said Ellaria striding towards one of the exits.

“Totally a jinx,” muttered Vivi.

“If you have time to complain Vivi you have time to move. Now move.”

They left. The last to leave were Fey and Ellaria and a few momentary blush inducing words passed between them before they followed, Ellaria taking the lead.

The band quick walked, or in some cases quick floated after the elf, fleeing from the distant echoes, traversing the maze-like dungeon corridors. The teddy bears spread out ahead of them checking the path for traps. There were no traps to be caught in however, or at least none that were working. They passed by a half dozen broken traps, their bronze mechanisms filled with silt and dust, bronze spikes hanging wonky and bent from holes in walls, chopping pendulum blades snapped and strewn on the flagstones, a layer of dust built up on their verdigris surface.

There were no functional traps and there were no monsters to be found. It seemed they were free to leave.

Of course, leaving the dungeon was easier said than done. They had been taken somewhere without knowing how they had gotten there and that was a problem.

“We could be anywhere!” wailed an invisible Kayla after a half-hour of walking and getting absolutely nowhere in the endless dark “How are we supposed to get out like this!”

“Well we just go up, duh. Look there are some stairs.”

Vivi was right, they had come across a set of stairs and they promptly followed them up a floor. Unfortunately the next floor was just as maze-like and endless as the previous one, every stone and step completely unfamiliar.

That wouldn't have been such a pressing problem except that the screaming snarling was following them. Nearer and nearer it drew, an animalistic howl of rage that echoed from corridor to corridor.

“This isn't working. We should knuckle down and prepare for whatever the fuck that is,” said Flora as they emerged out into a hall. “It’s-” Her words died on her lips as the thing that had been following suddenly bounded out from a shadowed tunnel to the side. There was scant time to react, a cry from Ellaria, and then it was on them. A vast three headed dog, coal black fur, tiger stripes of hellish red, its trio of fanged mouths lunged forward. A giant cerberus.

Unfortunately for Kayla the cerberus hadn't realised she was there and it ran straight into the invisible otterkin. A scream was heard and Kayla went bouncing across the hall as the cerberus stumbled in surprise.

Ellaria took the chance and a beam of flame roared from her held together palms, lancing out and striking the monster, fire roaring across its body as it burn-

“Stop! It’s not working Ellaria!” cried Lily.

Ellaria pulled the beam away as the last of the flames were being absorbed into the three headed dog’s skin in real-time, its luminous red eyes glowing brighter.

The cerberus shook its body as the last of the flames died. Then it turned and eyed Ellaria with interest.

“Well, now’s a good as time as any I suppose. Flora! Would you kindly focus!”

Ellaria loosed the dimensional bag and a torrential torrent of crossbows and bolts roared out, a cone of the things that filled the air thick, already nocking and firing as the cloud formed up around the gnome, forming rings, accelerating.

The cerberus yelped as its body was peppered with bolts, what was at first a stinging pain as its tough skin halted each bolt became a painful agony as the patter of bolts became a stream of solidified force that shoved it up against the wall, its voice shifting to a panicked scream as it found it couldn't get away. The cerberus’s skin began to shred apart exposing the muscle beneath and then began to dig through that, an expanding crater of gore that vaporised its arm and shoulder then dug deep into its rib cage, its lungs, its heart, more. The monster slumped dead even as the stream of bolts continued to pin it up against the wall through sheer brute force.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

Ellaria waved at the gnome, her voice not reaching her over the roar of the crossbows in the enclosed space. Flora blinked as she noticed, her pure perfect focus breaking.

The bolts immediately cut off and what little was left of the cerberus, practically unrecognizable, collapsed to the ground in a lake of blood, shredded gore, and splintered bolts.

The band paused as they looked at the destruction.

“Huh. You think that thing would have killed us without this new crossbow trick?” said Flora.

“Perhaps. Being fireproof and physically strong is a troubling weakness of our composition.”

“Well, I don't think it’s going to be killing anyone now, or doing anything at all really.”

The band shot glances at the mangled corpse as they slowly moved away, what was a genuinely terrifying monster just… dead.

Ellaria especially took a long hard look at the corpse before she turned.

“I’m... banning all of you from speaking about this technique to anybody. I dread to think how it could be used by a military if they worked out a way to recreate it, just imagine what that would do against a field of soldiers...We may have made a mistake showing Melly this, seeing it actually used on a living thing is… something else...”

The band glanced at the elf but remained silent, their agreement left unsaid as similar thoughts crossed their minds.

They made their way through the corridors in silence, coming out into a particularly long and straight corridor, a large door in the distance. It was so quiet now that Fey heard what sounded like a stifled sob. She turned to see who it was but there was no one there.

“Kayla?” she whispered.

A floating blue gem jerked still.

“Is everything okay?”

“N-no…”

“Are you injured?”

“No, it’s not- it’s not that, I’m just, I- was worse than useless, I g-got in the way…”

“Don't say that Kayla, you were fine, it wasn’t your fault that it was-

“It was! I can't take it anymore I just- I can’t feel like- I’m so- I’m so WEAK!!”

The blue gem was getting brighter as she spoke until it suddenly flashed a bright chromatic azure, the long corridor lit with a brilliant blue light.

Fey raised her hands to her eyes to protect from the brightness.

The light peaked and then faded, dropping back to nothing, the same as it had been.

Of course, things weren't quite the same as they had been.

A young human male was standing next to Kayla. A very surprised looking young human male.

“Oh, oh shit, wh-what have I done?!” exclaimed Kayla.

The human blinked and looked around in confusion. His eyes alighted on Ellaria’s exceptional beauty and he froze up, his gaze moving up and down her perfect body. A glowing rectangle slipped from his limp fingers and clattered to the ground.

“H-holy shit, oh my god, is this actually happening?!”

Ellaria furrowed her brow, not sure if she liked the look that the young man was giving her.

“Yes, this is happening. If you are not aware it seems you have been summoned... Strange as you are not a monster which is what summoning stones are intended for. Where have you come from? I do not recognise your style of clothing.”

“Earth!”

“...You have come from the ground?”

“Yes! No!” The young man was becoming distractedly excited now. “I can't believe it, this is really real! I’m in another world! Just like in my favourite portal stories! With elves and dragons and wizards! Oh my god, am I the main character? The hero?” He turned big round eyes on Ellaria suddenly. “Does that mean you’re the hero’s girl? Are you part of my harem? Oh my god oh my god oh my god!” The young man was practically hyperventilating as he bounced on the spot.

“I… don't understand what you are talking about…” said Ellaria deflating a bit in her confusion.

“Don’t you see! I’m here to save the world! Oh shit when do I get my super magic powers? Wait, do I already have them?” he held up his hands excitedly and looked between them as though expecting something to happen.

Vivi turned to Kayla. “Is that a stone for summoning insane humans or is this just a you thing?”

“N-no, at least I don't think so, I don't know what is happening… I don't even know how I made it work...”

“Calm down harem, I am here to fix things now. Ah, look, this is the moment where I shall prove my exceptional and unique power to you and you shall make me your leader because you are so impressed.”

A snarl came from the dark and a trio of cerberus puppies prowled forward, each puppy the size of a large regular dog.

Vivi turned awkwardly to look at the puppies and in that moment the young man snatched her long sword from her belt.

“OIH! You little shit, that's mine!”

“Do not fear weird pregnant dog thingy, I am here to save you. You may become the servant of my harem yet, I may even allow you to wash the feet of my gorgeous elven wife as we bathe!”

Vivi’s mouth flopped open in utter outrage as the human charged toward the puppies.

“I am here to save this world! Earthlings are always the heroes!” he cried, lifting the sword high over his head.

He ran up and swung the blade down.

He missed wildly and it clanged on the ground so hard it was jarred from his fingers, the blade clattering to the stone.

“Uhm.” said the young man as the puppies blinked at him in surprise.

A puppy bit his hand off.

He stared at the bloody stump, not quite processing what had just happened. The puppies didn't pause to process however. Within so many seconds both his arms were just gone, bitten away, and then so was a leg, the bite of the cerberus’s so horrifyingly strong that it was like they were biting through jelly and not living flesh and bone, a casual nip like a guillotine on his limbs.

He hopped backwards on one leg, clearly going into a state of shock, and then he collapsed to the ground... Unfortunately falling directly on top of the trigger of an unnoticed trap.

A row of three foot long bronze spikes punched up through his body, once, twice, thrice, and then a building-sized boulder fell on top of him and fully blocked off the corridor with a definitive BOOM! A trickle of blood rolled from beneath a hundred tons of stone.

The band stared at it.

“MY SWORD!” screamed Vivi slapping her paws to her head.

“What in the hell just happened…”

“It’s an idiot summoning stone!”

“Nooooooo!” wailed Kayla.

They were interrupted from arguing further however as a distant voice drifted from a side passage.

“Horsey horsey horsey, come out come out wherever you are!”

“Oh no no no! She woke up!” groaned Fey putting her hands to her cheeks in distress.

“Why do you- look never mind that, we need to get away from this location as soon as possible! Flora, grab Vivi!”

The vulpine had approached the building sized boulder and had her paws underneath, desperately trying to lift it, but to no avail, even with Wummy’s help the boulder didn't budge an inch.

“My goddam swooooord! Do you even know how much I paid for that thing?! ARGGHHH!”

Flora grabbed hold of the vulpine and lifted her into the air. Vivi made her disagreement with this development very loud and very colourful. They fled down the corridor as a pile of what could only be described as liquified body horror poured from the side passage like a tidal wave, a wave of teeth and flesh from ceiling to floor, the mimics letting their shape shifting abilities fully loose.

Ellaria flicked a hand over her shoulder as they ran and a wall of flame rolled into the mimics causing them to scream in outrage. A skin of stone swiftly formed over their collective bodies and the fire splashed up against it before dissipating.

It only created a moment of distraction, but it was enough for the band to flee through the stone doors at the end of the long corridor. They slammed shut with a boom as Flora moved them and they stampeded up a spiralling stairs. After a while the steps became slippery, and then puddled with water. They passed by a gap in the stair, a great gouge in the wall overlooking a chasm where the water streaming down the steps turned and fell into the bottomless abyss.

“Hey, hey, isn't this stream...?”

“From the hall we first came through! Quickly now, up!”

The band rushed up the streaming stairs and exploded out into the very first hall they had entered in the dungeon. The sounds of furious mimics echoed up from beneath, hot on their heels.

They charged across the hall and fled up the spiral stairs they had originally entered through, behind the mimic storm poured through the stream stair and near instantly filled the vast and cavernous hall such was the sheer quantity of flesh. A hellish mass of endless meat and teeth and rending claw, a thing that just looking upon rapidly hewed away at sanity, a horror that gave nightmares their own nightmares.

“It’s not going to stop! What do we do!” cried a panicking Lily as she desperately scrambled up the stairs with the help of her bears.

“The bricks! Flora! Tear them out!”

The wall they ran by was made from carefully crafted heavy stone blockwork, impossible for fingers or tools to reach between the near seamless gaps, but a power like Flora’s?

The gnome flung out her hand and wrapped her power around several blocks, only needing a tiny space to take hold, then she heaved back. The blocks ripped from the wall and the earth and dirt and stones they had been holding back poured into the stairwell. Of course once all that pressure and weight started moving it just didn't stop. The earth pushed free more and more blocks of stone, the stairway behind them becoming a rumbling torrent of loose earth and stone that rolled back down the stairs, an underground landslide.

They breached the stone lip at the top steps as with a rumble the stair sealed shut behind them. The band didn't pause and ran for the dungeon entrance and into bright golden sunlight.

A puff of disturbed dust followed them out, settling to the ground as songbirds chirped in the treetops. After their desperate flight from the terrifying teeth filled dark it was quite jarring to suddenly be standing in such a pleasant summers day.

“Hi,” said Octavia.

Fey turned to find the mousekin crouching behind a boulder. She peeked up at the centaur.

“So uhm, there was this bag and some things, and then the bag started wailing, then it turned into a load of rainbow haired girls and then… then they started fisting each other until they passed out? It was quite… odd… Is this normal for dungeons?”

“What happened to them?” asked Fey.

“They ran inside the dungeon after they woke up, erm, is everything okay?”

“Must have been that adventurer’s bag Vivi found in the grass. This whole thing was a trap from the very beginning. The mimics put the bag there to create an expectation of their being an adventurer inside which caused us to lower our guard,” said Ellaria.

“If they are targeting adventurers like that shouldn't we tell someone?”

“Yes, the guild. Although,” Ellaria sighed, “Collapsing the dungeon’s entrance isn't exactly going to put us in their good books.”

A rumble came from within the dungeon as well as a plume of fresh dust that shot from the dark stone entrance.

“Uhhhhh, about that.”

“Shit, they’re going to dig their way out, dammed shapeshifters. I think it’s time we left for good.”

Ellaria flapped her hands at the others who began floating or quick walking toward the trees.

“Hey, what about me!” cried Octavia crossing her arms.

“You should come too.”

“Oh no, not without upholding your end of the deal you don't!”

“Fine, stay.”

“And you think you can navigate out of here without me?”

Ellaria put her fingers to her forehead.

“For gods sake, this isn’t the time for this! Flora! Put the idiot where she wants!”

“My pleasure cap’n!”

Octavia yelped as she was snatched up into the air and thrown underneath Fey where she was roughly thrust upon Fey’s dick, her shorts ripped apart in mid-air. With a shriek she was rammed all the way down to the base without preamble and her belly bulged out in one long motion, her breasts slapped out of the way so hard by the protrusion that a red mark was left behind on their rounded shapes.

As she was penetrated Fey extended her senses into the girl, using her healing Class to sense her anatomy. Obviously she was just a regular mousekin, not that she expected her to be a mimic, if she was she would have been a very brazen one to get herself into this position right off the mark. She wouldn't have checked but she was the last and Ellaria had asked her to check everyone thoroughly yet surreptitiously multiple times over, that is after Fey had confirmed she wasn’t a mimic by telling Ellaria in blush inducing graphic detail about

their time at the whore house.

The band raced into the forest with a wailing squealing squirting Octavia bouncing wildly up and down beneath Fey.

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It seemed that it was going to take some time for the mimics to mine their way out of the dungeon as there was no follow up, at least that could be heard.

After an hour of jogging with no furious mimics hunting them down the band began to relax and their pace slowed. Mimics did not make very good trackers and the vast maze like forest for once worked in their favour.

A small tingling chime sound sounded and Fey turned her head to see Flora touching at a glowing rectangle resting on top of her breasts.

“What is that?”

“Dunno, the idiot human dropped it.”

Flora pushed at the glowing thing and it beeped at her. She blinked at it.

“That human’s clothing was strange…” murmured Lily, “And the things he spoke of…”

“The clothing was unfamiliar to me too. But we have seen similar things before.”

“We have?”

Ellaria nodded. “Yes, when we fought the Kobogons. That was the place that blue summoning stone Kayla possesses comes from. The goblin child was the original owner of it and used it twice. Recall the two dead humans we found after we defeated that ancient Kobogon Shiva?”

“I remember,” said Fey, “I helped bury them, poor things. I’m sad we couldn't do anything for this suicidal one Kayla summoned.”

“Yes. Those two wore clothes like that young man. I strongly suspect that this summoning stone is calling humans from the eastern continent. It would make sense as their wear is consistently unusual and people on the eastern continent are supposed to be quite different to us here in the west...This is of course all without mentioning that a summoning stone able to summon something other than monsters is supposed to be impossible…”

Vivi tilted her head. “There’s an eastern continent?”

Ellaria nearly tripped over her own feet and turned to stare at the vulpine. “Really Vivi? Really? How do you not know an entire continent exists after all your travels?!”

“Hey, I don't need to know about some dumb shitty continent when I’m kicking ass, besides I bet most people don’t know about some stuffy scholars nonsense like that, Lily and Kayla won't know, they’re salt of the earth folk like me.”

Lily waved a hand, “No no, I know, it’s common knowledge.”

“I know too,” said Kayla chiming in. “I don't think I’ve ever met anyone who doesn't…”

“Wait wait, this is just a bad sample size, most people don't-

“Uhm I’m pretty sure I saw an advert for an exploration expedition out to the eastern continent in Bine…”

“No this is-

“I overheard some people arguing about it in the market,”

“Now hol-

“I saw some children telling ghost stories about it,”

Vivi looked around at the rest of the band who were staring at her.

She huffed and crossed her arms.

“Oh fuck off. First my bloody sword gets squished and now some shitty continent appears out of bloody nowhere. This sucks.”

Lily raised a hand. “Erm, actually I think it has always been ther-

Vivi growled at the otterkin and she squeaked and put her hand down.

More beeps came from the rectangle on Flora’s breasts as the gnome tapped rapidly at the thing. After a moment the sound of a guitar being played came from the rectangle, a strumming song interlaced with a crooning voice.

The band slowed and stared, even Octavia sleeved on Fey’s dick leaned her head out from beneath Fey’s barrel and stared up at the rectangle.

“Oh!” said Fey. “It’s just like at the whore house!”

“What?”

“It’s magically recorded music! When I was there I saw music recorded on a crystal, it’s a new kind of magic!”

Flora looked down at the rectangle then back at Fey.

“This uh, is a little bit more advanced than that Fey… I don't know what this is honestly. There’s writing look see, but I’ve never seen anything like it, it’s not in Common, I’ve no idea what it says, and the way things change when you poke stuff… ”

Ellaria stroked her chin. “It would seem that wherever these humans are coming from they are more magically advanced than we are. Curious. If I had to guess why the writing is not in common, as the young man spoke, it is because of the way summoning stones work by forcibly implanting our language into a summoned monster’s brain. The young man wasn’t aware he was speaking a different language the same as a summoned monster wouldn’t… It appears to have affected the audible component of this magical device as well... Another thing that isn't supposed to happen.”

The crooning voice became a background sound as they walked, the guitar strumming pleasantly, the band listening intently, if slightly confused why the singer liked the countryside so much.

After a little time walking Lily spoke up.

“...What’s a truck?”

Vivi rolled her eyes, “Oh the innkeeper genius doesn't know what a truck is does she? Wow how ignorant of you, gosh.”

“Do you know what a truck is?”

“Well, no. But that’s not the point!”

The music changed, shifting to a stranger more artificial sound, nothing like any instrument Fey had heard of, but then she remembered Abby had shown her something like this, music made through pure magic, no instrument needed. The normally serene forest was filled with a throbbing bass beat, the chirping of the birds quiet as the glowing rectangle played music that made the band step restlessly.

They were an hour into what seemed a non stop stream of that kind of electrifying music when Flora paused and looked up from the rectangle.

“Hey, isn't this a very different direction from the one we came by?”

“Mmhnn, g-gawd yes!” moaned Octavia.

“Is that a yes to my question or just you loving being bare back walk fucked?”

“B-both, hnnyaa!”

“This is ridiculous, would you just tell us where the hell you are taking us already?”

Octavia didn't reply but raised a shaky arm pointing ahead.

“Are those… rooftops?” said Lily squinting into the distance.

Indeed a moment later they broke through the treeline and emerged out onto a road, onto a road right in front of what appeared to be a small fortified village.

“I f-figured since we were never going to make it back this late in the day we could make a stop off at one of the few villages that exist out here. Well technically it’s a nexus camp of several lumber networks but it’s grown big enough to be called a village over the years.”

“A camp with walls?”

“Well they are lumberjacks, all that easy wood to hand gets put to some use.”

The band approached cautiously, unsure what they were getting into.

“Oh don't be like that, look it’s old Murkfist up on the wall there, just say hi and he’ll let you in.”

A grizzled old man holding a crossbow turned and noticed them for the first time. Then nearly fell over at the sight of Flora and Vivi and had to do a double then triple take as he spotted Ellaria and Fey.

“What the hell is this? Who are you extremely suspicious people?”

“Psst, might want to play down being adventurers,” whisper hissed Octavia from beneath Fey.

“We aren't going to pantomime as something we are not, we are adventurers and proud of it.”

“Adventurers!?” exclaimed the man on the wall.

Octavia let out an irritated sigh and wiggled her hips, making herself comfortable as the mouse girl cock sleeve that she was.

“Yes, adventurers, and we are looking to stay the night at this… village.”

“No. We don't want your kind ‘ere, we ain’t gonna be liable for any of the mess you cause, I know what your kind are like, buncha drunken louts.”

“Oh please, we are an all female team, we would never-

“That ones a gnome! Gnomes are more destructive than any man!”

“She is a reformed gnome, watch. Flora would you kindly do a barrel roll.”

There was a squawk of outrage from Flora as she rotated in mid air.

“See, we are all perfectly capable of behaving ourselves and not drinking.”

“Oh hell no I'm definitely drinking as soon as my preggers ass can find a damned bar,” grumbled Vivi.

“Vivi.” hissed Ellaria out of the side of her mouth, “Ahem, she is of course only a light drinker who would never drink more than reasonable, just a pint or two.”

“Pff, naww, don't you remember me drinking my way through a whole entire barrel just the other month? I can drink dwarves under the table, I’m like a professional drink- OW! Hey, why are you trying to set my tail on fire?!”

“We will leave the vulpine outside if necessary.”

“You’re not getting in, any of you. And you can keep your troublesome adventurer asses far and the hell away from our village.”

“Uhm, captain,” whispered Lily, “M-maybe it’s a good idea to use some of the erm, l-loot?”

The band turned to stare at Lily.

“Is she... suggesting a bribe?”

“Lily what has happened to you?” said Fey, in shock, “Old Lily would never say such a thing!”

“H-hey I just want to sleep in a regular bed and not a monster infested forest okay! Is that so much to ask!?” She crossed her arms and stared at Fey defiantly, the crowd of teddy bears around her copying and crossing their arms too.

“Our little apprentice is getting all grown up into a proper adventurer,” grinned Flora.

“There may be some… merit I suppose.”

“Oh Don't be such stingy cheap skate for once El, gods it’s like milking blood from a particularly stubborn stone,” said Flora rolling her eyes.

Ellaria made a sour face but pulled a fist full of coins from the dimensional bag. She tossed them into the air and Flora levitated them up into the surprised man’s hands.

“More than enough for you to turn a blind eye I believe. It is not your problem what we do and never will be. Do we have an understanding?”

The grizzled man blinked down at the glittering metal coins filling his palms.

“Uhhhhh... I guess I must have misheard. You're prospectors out for cheap lumber, nothing to do with those troublesome adventurer sorts I’m sure.”

Ellaria smiled gracefully as the man kicked open a latch at the top of the front door and it swung open.

“Hah! See that wasn’t so bad now was it elfy?”

Ellaria turned her graceful smile on the gnome. It remained steady and unmoving.

Flora’s grin slowly dropped away.

“H-hey now, wait, h-hold on a second, I was only-

“Flora, would you kindly spin like a top until I say you can stop.”

“NUUUUUUUUUUUU!”

The band made their way into the village along with a swearing scowling gnome who was levitating through the air while rotating rapidly, her face becoming increasingly green and nauseous.

The village was… basic, as was to be expected of what was basically an overgrown logging camp. Still, the buildings were well constructed if simplistic in design, the loggers having easy access to wood gave them the freedom to build as they liked, houses, shops, a blacksmith, a temple, stables, warehouses. The village was dominated by one building in particular, a large thing four storeys tall, an inn equipped to deal with all those who passed through for work across the many lumber camps networked throughout the forest.

They neared the inn while drawing a lot of stares. It was hard not to attract attention, especially as Flora continued to rotate huffily, her arms crossed, doing her best to retain her composure and utterly failing.

The inn was large but the entrance was not and Flora and Kayla were forced to remain outside. Vivi paused and looked up at the inn, tapping her chin with a claw. Then she turned and looked back at the blacksmiths they had passed by.

“I’m… going to buy a sword. Lily come with me?”

“Erm but I really kiiiinda-

The red scarfed teddy bear turned and waved at her, moving its head as it communicated silently.

“You think so? I... suppose…”

Vivi rose her brow in question.

“Yes, I’m coming I guess, apparently soldiers need equipment, or something.”

Ellaria and Fey pushed through the front door of the inn as Vivi and Lily left in the opposite direction. The sound of Flora projectile vomiting in a spiral as she continued to spin fading away as the door shut behind them.

The inside was brightly lit and welcoming, more than comfortable for what was such an out of the way place. Fey supposed the lumberers must be doing well for themselves to construct such a thing.

There were a number of lumberjacks lazing around the lobby, their rough hardy clothes a contrast to the well cared for room. There was a group who did seem to be more fancily dressed however, a group wearing their absolute best clothing.

Each and every one of them were gnolls.

There were ten gnolls in total and all of them wore snow white wedding dresses, long ankle length skirts and cupping push up bodices, trim waists made slimmer with tightly fitted cloth above flared hips, colourful flower tiaras set on heads, an intricate display of natural beauty.

The thing was, they might have been brides… but they didn't exactly act the part. One of the brides slammed a heavy wooden tankard down on the table with a bang and let rip a rafter shuddering belch that went on for quite an astonishing amount of time.

“Huh, guess they’re having a gnoll wedding,” said Octavia from below Fey.

It took a moment for Fey to spot a groom. At first she thought she was looking at a gnoll child such was his diminutive size. He was sat between two of the brides and utterly dwarfed by the tall woman to either side, small enough that the table he was sat at was awkward for him, in fact Fey rather suspected that he was sitting on a booster seat.

They passed by, Octavia dangling below her.

Of course, gnolls being gnolls meant that they had an excellent sense of smell. The girl nearest jerked in her seat as she caught the scent of something despite the distance, the pink roses of her tiara wobbling dangerously. Confused, she blinked and then drew in air through her nose, and then more, practically huffing the air now.

She turned and stared at Fey, her brow raising, then raising so far it looked like it was attempting to escape her forehead as she spotted the mousekin speared on Fey’s dick bouncing along below.

Fey avoided her rude gaze and followed Ellaria to the main bar where a ruddy-faced fat man was mindlessly cleaning a glass with a rag that had seen better days. Fey got the impression he wasn't actually cleaning it, just making the habitual motion. She very carefully aligned herself behind Ellaria so the barkeep couldn't see Octavia.

He gave Ellaria a suspicious look but managed to put aside his apparent life’s work to attend to her.

“Whatcha want?”

“A… room? This is an inn correct?”

“To adventurers? Well, that depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“How good your gold is. The adventurer rate is a little higher than most.”

“Why in the gods name-”

The innkeep scowled. “Don't play games now elfy. You look like you very well know how it goes. I charge more because you and your adventurer ilk have a habit of damaging my property, oh and not to mention you have a great big stonking centaur with you. Now you can suck it up or find someplace else to go. I’m sure that the non-existent inn down the road will be willing to take you, failing that I hear the forest floor bed and breakfast is comfortable enough.”

Fey took a step back as an annoyed Ellaria attempted to negotiate the innkeep down. She was so focused on not causing trouble that she was taken completely by surprise when she backed directly into a pair of held up paws, paws directly in the path of her melon sized balls.

The paws smoothly palmed her spheres, exploring their shape, their incredible heat and turgidity, every little bump and vein, each paw pad caressing in awe as though unable to quite believe their size.

The owner of the paws, the previous gnoll bride, made a coo of appreciation as she explored, each globe a promise of massive massive insemination.

Fey twisted her upper body side to side trying to see. She caught sight of the bride gnoll and realised what had happened.

“Hey do you mind?”

The gnoll looked up, still palming Fey's balls of course, her arms going around in an arc, matching the silhouette down until they were cupping them from the bottom. Her paws were dwarfed by the size of the things but that didn't keep her from trying to grasp them. Fey’s balls were beginning to respond to the constant attention.

“Mm, no I don't mind, I rather like it actually. These are… magnificent.”

“N-not that! I mean, that is, c-can you stop, please! This is harassment!”

Fey’s ball churned and stirred, their surface shifting as an unimaginable quantity of sperm recognised that a female was very near. The bride gnoll gasped in delight as the balls lurched in her paws, actually shifting, trying to sway toward her womb and pushing at her paw pads.

“You’re an, ah, interesting one.”

“No, I’m not! I’m not interesting at all, I'm just a plain old regular boring centaur, nothing special about me!”

The gnoll gave her a bemused look and then leaned to the side, pointedly looking at Octavia who was sheathed on her dick. Octavia smiled politely and waved back at her.

“Normal huh? I don't think so, you’re,” she breathed in through her nose “Special, wonderfully special. Come, let me get you a drink at least, it's the least I can do for you after allowing me to have a fondle of the girls.” She patted the rounded surface of Fey’s balls fondly.

“I’m not sure I sh-should-”

“Just one drink, I promise. Hey aren't you staying here anyway?”

“Well yes, but-”

“Well then you need to be welcomed by all of us gnolls staying in the inn, obviously! We’re gonna meet anyway, yes?”

The bride gnoll darted out a paw and grabbed hold of Fey’s hand and the centaur found herself being pulled toward the tables the gnolls were camped out at.

The other gnolls ignored her at first, too busy drinking a tremendous amount of alcohol but then Fey was quite a large centaur and was difficult to ignore. A lot of surprised gnoll faces looked up at her as she neared.

“My name is Neshi by the way, here here, take this.” The bride gnoll pushed a large mug of something into her hands with a broad grin.

“Thank you?”

“And me?” said Octavia from below.

“Neshi, what in flying furs name is that mousekin doing under that centaur?” said a large chested bride with a daffodil tiara.

Octavia grasped the tankard she was handed gratefully, then she used her free hand to slap the horse dick bulge thrust up between her breasts, the impact making Fey whimper.

“What do you think this is?”

The gnoll furrowed her brow as they stared at the bulge. “Flay my tail I thought that was some kind of strange under barrel riding saddle you were lying atop of , but it's- its-!”

“A massive centaur dick stretching me out, yup!”

“B-but how! It's- you-!”

“When you get the chance to take a dick as magnificent as this you make room if you know what I mean… also magic, okay mostly magic, but still!”

“You think that's mad Lotsai? Check these out.”

Neshi pushed at Fey's side and the centaur made a face but turned her body to the side. The gnolls gasped as her melon sized balls came into view poking out from behind her hind legs.

Neshi grinned at the female gnolls reaction, even the groom was making big round eyes at the sight of the things.

“And that's just the view, come and try touch em!”

Erm…” said Fey, blushing scarlet.

One of the other gnoll brides stepped up and together with Neshi they placed their paws on Fey's balls, their pads stroking over the burning hot surface, the incredible tautness suggesting just how ready they were to be relieved.

“OH!” gasped the new gnoll, “They’re- they're moving! Oh my gosh!”

Indeed the huge testacles seemed to growl and churn under the female attention, what was beneath trying to get at them, stirring to life, multiplying.

“Are they… are they getting bigger?” said the new gnoll.

Neshi blinked and looked carefully at the spheres, she held them from below and so was able to feel them lurch larger, increasing in size. Her brow rose in surprise.

“Huh, they actually are… She is-”

“A female centaur with a p-penis? H-hey, HEY! I’ve heard about her! B-but I thought...”

The other brides turned to the gnoll who had spoken up, a slim girl with a tiara made of oversized white chrysanthemums. She gulped under the attention and the tiara nearly fell off her head, catching on her ear adorably.

“What are you saying Vizzy?”

“I’ve been to the city r-recently. While I was there my sister showed me this newsletter filled with the most feverish fiction-, the most absurd style-, well they obviously exaggerated everything, pleasure, size, c-cu-”

“Why did your sister have something like that?”

“Well, it’s a secret isn't it, the noble ladies of Bine have been clandestinely passing these outrageous letters around to each other. The grandiose mansions of social meet and greets is chock full of ladies in their finest most expensive most elegant dresses, wearing jewelry that could buy entire towns, perfectly coifed gentile politeness, and- and- they’re passing these shamefully pornographic stories to each other by sleight of hand! Right under their husband’s noses! It’s utterly scandalous!”

“You cannot be serious.”

Fey, suddenly feeling strangely trapped, watched unhappily as Ellaria left the inn through the door they had entered through, abandoning her to the wolves.

“You know my sister, she’s a queen of the gossip vine, it’s definitely happening... But- but she said the newsletter was fiction! There’s no such thing as a female centaur with a massive gigantic huge great throbbing-”

“Okay we get the point. It’s probably based on her, some perverted scribe saw her in the street one time and then used her as inspiration, that would still mean it’s fiction as your sister says.”

“Well a lot of it is fiction to tell the truth, I’ve even added a few fictions of my own to it.” said Octavia from beneath Fey. “But there are a lot of true stories in the newsletters too and those are the most popular ones by far.”

Vizzy stared bug eyed at Octavia, eyes near popping out of her head.

“N-no way…but that means… I could… that could be me too?” she breathed.

Neshi who had been happily massaging Fey’s balls glanced over at Vizzy and rolled her eyes.

“It’s city slicker bullshit Vizzy, don’t place expectations based on what you read and you won't be disappointed.

A soft laugh came from below Fey, Octavia placing her hand over her mouth as she creased silently with mirth.

Fey bit her lip. “Uhm, I'm ah n-not very good with b-ball t-teasing, c-could you s-stop may-BE!”

She squeaked as a tongue touched down on her testacles, Lotsai pushing between the two gnolls attending her rear and running her tongue up, her long lick starting at the bottom of her balls, arcing up over the enormous curve then up across clit and then pussy lips. The skill with which the gnoll did this was a clear sign of experienced expertise.

“Fuck me she’s delicous,” said Lotsai licking her lips, “like the best of both worlds.”

“Really? Let me try.”

“No, me!”

“Hold on there's not enough room back here!”

“Well make room!”

More and more of the wedding dress attired gnolls pushed back their chairs and crowded around Fey's rear leaving behind the groom at the table who stared blankly at the group.

Fey gasped and stumbled forward as ten different tongues lashed at her balls and pussy, masterful laps and strokes and swirling circling motions and plunging dips between her plump pussy lips, it was like ten geniuses of oral sex had suddenly dropped down on her from the heavens.

“Wh-why are you s-so good ah- at this!”

Neshi pulled away, a string of Fey’s puss juice connecting her lips to Fey for a moment.

“Oh you don't know very much about gnolls I suppose?”

“N-no- oh g-gawdddd!”

Fey’s tail flagged into the air and her pussy winked. A hard spray of fem cum splattered over the brides, her slightly sticky clear juices splashing over their pristine white clothing, the white darkening with wet, spilling between their cleavage. This just seemed to please the gnolls who cooed and preened in excitement.

Neshi giggled. “It’s cause of how gnolls are silly. There is one male gnoll born for every ten female gnolls.” She gestured at the groom. “And Ihnny Gunktongue over here is one of the strongest and largest males there is, that's why every female gnoll worth their salt is after him. We had to pay a dowry like you wouldn't believe to make him ours, several mansions worth of gold, it's only cause the lumber business is so lucrative that we had any chance at all.”

“Wha- what does that have to do with th-this!”

Neshi smiled and stuck out her tongue playfully. “Male gnolls aren't really up to the task of entertaining a female gnoll,” she wiggled her pinky in the air as though to demonstrate, “So we have to make do, and if I do say so myself we have gotten rather good at making do.”

Fey glanced back at her rear in alarm as her balls started to tingle.

“O-oh! G-god all this licking is c-causing a problem!”

The girls gasped in delight as Fey’s balls suddenly lurched larger under the intense stimulation, growing out a full inch and then two, angry veins appearing across the surface. Each massive sphere growing to fourteen inches across, fifteen inches, sixteen, her fat nuts pulsing with pure raw virility in time with her heart, the surface becoming rock hard and boiling hot, practically vibrating they were churning so hard.

Each testacle slowed and came to a stop at seventeen inches across each, a light steam wafting from their sweaty surface as the brides backed away in sheer awe.

“N-no way,” said Lotsai staring at the lightly pulsing surface. She swallowed noisily, so did a number of the other girls. “H-hey, is this really happening right now?”

“What do we do…?”

Fey let out a long pained groan. “Hnnn they hurrrt! S-someone help, hey you’ve got to help me! You did this with your darned perfect licking! You’ve got to fix this!”

Ten sets of eyes moved from the vast seventeen inch balls down to Octavia sleeved on the massive horse dick below, her body bobbing up and down as Fey’s diamond hard erection flexed up and down.

“Uhm, hi?” said Octavia, waving back nervously.

“Are we gonna?”

“That was one thing, but…”

“J-just make her cum in the mouse girl, this’ll be easy right?”

The brides moved around Fey, bending down to peer at Octavia. The mouse girl looked around in alarm as ten sets of paws grabbed hold of her, latching onto her wrists and ankles and hips and shoulders.

With a grunt the brides hauled Octavia forward and she was dragged up with a yelp, her pussy noisily schlopping over veins and medial ring leaving behind Fey’s exposed length glistening and steaming wet with her juices.

A wave of masculine scent crashed over the brides like a bomb, their bodies freezing up as the scent of Fey’s freed dick hit their noses like lightning. They quivered on the spot, knees slamming together as ten pairs of tails flagged up hard.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” cried Lotsai, her body jerking and twitching as the sound of fluid hitting floorboards came from below, her daffodil tiara wobbling madly. The gnoll blushed and bit her lip as the front of her wedding dress became dark with wet.

“D-did you just cum from the sm-smell” croaked out one of the brides, giving Lotsai the side eye.

“N-no!”

“Liar!”

Lotsai elbowed the one who had spoken in the side as hard as she could. The gnoll gaped as her hips rocked to the side, the stimulation of movement sending her over the edge, a splatter of wet hitting the ground in just like with Lotsai.

“H-have you ever scented anything like-

“Never, it's like a males scent times a million, a billion, but somehow even better…”

“Are you gonna leave me out in the cold like this!” squeaked Octavia from the tip of Fey's dick.

As one the gnolls turned their gaze on her, then their paws gripped down like vices and they violently hauled her back putting to use their muscular bodies built from felling trees to send her rocketing down Fey's dick.

The mouse girl cried out and squirmed, desperately trying to thrash her limbs but being held firm and manacled tight in the gnoll bride’s grip.

The gnolls were unrelenting and pistoned the mouse girl up and down up and down, her voice rising in a wailing shriek as she squirted over and over and over.

Of course, the entire inn was staring right at them by now, not that it seemed to bother the shameless gnolls.

“What the fuck do you think you are- What are you doing to that- This isnt,- OUT! OUT NOW! You disgusting shameless worthless bitches-”

The innkeeper grabbed at one of the bride gnolls, hauling on her dress, trying to drag her away from Fey.

With a flash of motion the gnoll turned in an instant, her paw wrapping around

the innkeeper’s throat and lifting him into the air with one powerful arm, his legs kicking at the air, eyeballs bulging out of his head as his face turned even more red than his normal hue.

She snarled, flashing her large canines, a growl rumbling through the room.

“You touch me again limpdick and I will fucking end you. I have enough shares in this shithole of an inn to do whatever the fuck I want. Now get back behind that bar and pour me a drink like the snivelling little twerp you are.” She glared at the few remaining lumberjacks in the inn who were staring at her. “You don't want to cause us lumber gnoll’s trouble? Then fuck off.”

She dropped the innkeep and he fell to the ground and scrambled back gasping for breath. The bride snorted and flicked her toes at him, he flinched in fright and scuttled back further.

“Well?”

The innkeep scrambled to his feet and raced away.

She turned back just in time for Fey to explode into Octavia, her belly billowing out in surges.

The bride blinked as it just... didn't stop, the mousekin’s belly ballooning as she was rapidly stuffed with cum, all of the bride’s paws sinking into her sloshing bulging belly, mass spilling around their paws as they gasped in awe.

Octavia filled out further and further, pushing the brides away from Fey as she grew in size, her womb becoming a lake of horse cum, bulging out between Fey's legs, seven foot then eight then nine she grew until the gnolls were fully pushed away and Fey’s front was being lifted into the air. The mousekin spread limp over the carnal throne of her own body.

With a groan Fey stumbled backwards, dragging herself from within the mousekin until she popped free. A waterfall of white gushed from Octavia’s pussy, rolling down the arc of her belly and pouring on to the floor until Octavia managed to squeeze her cervix tight, closing the lake off.

Neshi and Lotsai and Vizzy and the rest of the brides stared at the dome that was Octavia, a vast sphere of pale strained skin.

Octavia’s head wobbled up from atop her belly, “I’m gonna need more paper to write about this one, oh g-gosh,” She flopped back down on to herself limp as wet rope.

“Uh, uhm, s-say, wh-what do you think that f-feels like?”

One of the gnolls hesitantly placed a paw against Octavia’s belly, the heat of so much seed burning her pads, the sheer virility just below her touch sending an electric tingle up her arm.

“D-didn't really expect, s-so much,” one of the gnolls swallowed, “those are some big balls but this is, this is-”

“-Something else” breathed Lotsai.

Ten pairs of eyes turned to Fey.

“Uhm, hey?”

“It’s just like it said, just like in the secret newsletter,” whispered Vizzy. “It’s not fiction, oh- oh m-my…”

One of the brides took a step forward.

“You know this is like, our hen party, you know, before we tie the knot or something…”

“...and it would be kinda nice to have one last fling….

“... a really really big fling…”

“Y-you’re groom is right there!”

“That's alright, he can watch if he wants... or join.”

Fey backed nervously away as the brides advanced on her, ready to pounce, then, they did pounce, in one big rush. Fey yelped as the gnolls dived on her her now fully exposed dick, mouths eagerly opening to slurp and gulp up the layer of cum on its surface, the brides gorging themselves on the thick white horse cum, drinking it down so quickly that it was only a few moments before her shaft was once more clear of cum, only the brides saliva coating it and horse cum left drooling down their chins.

Neshi gave Fey’s urethra a quick kiss and then turned around. She hiked up her bridal skirt with difficulty, having to fold it over and over until it rumpled over the top of her hips. She rolled her broad hips side to side, her enormous ass cheeks wobbling atop a pair of extraordinarily thick and muscular thighs that looked strong enough to crush boulders.

Vizzy reached out and grabbed at Neshi’s swelling clit, running pads up and down its growing length, the dominating thing shoving back her clitoral hood at the base as it grew larger and larger and larger, inching down between her thighs as her puffy cunt drooled a stream of lubricant over it, running down its fat smooth length to drip drip from the tip. The bride's paw was spread wider and wider by thickening clit, a true pseudo penis fitting of the gnoll species. She squeezed down on the throbbing ten inch nerve riddled thing and Neshi jerked and gasped, her erect clit tensing and jerking in the bride's grasp. It flexed hard and then slipped free from her digits, slippery wet with Neshi’s juices.

“Hnn g-gawd, I feel like I'm on fire! fucking get that massive fucking horse dick inside of meee!!”

The brides grabbed hold of Fey's shaft and guided it down, down and aimed at Neshi’s plump swollen folds, practically slurping at the air they were so desperate to be parted.

Two of the brides grabbed hold of Neshi’s hips and dipped their paws between her ass cheeks, digits pressing down into her soft mound, gripping, then pulling out, spreading her cunt wide, exposing her pink clenching insides. They then pushed her back, pressing her rear up against the broad flat head of the dick, the thing so wide that it pressed their paws down into her buttocks and they struggled to make space, desperately trying to spread the yelping bride’s cunt wider. They heaved on her, not making any progress, until the dick pressed home, then things suddenly became easier, her cunt stretching unexpectedly further as they pulled her wide then wider, her pussy spreading inches across as it kissed home against the head a strained open cavern that was still just not big enough to take the sheer size of her.

Neshi mewled as her enormous smooth pink gnoll clit scraped and rubbed against the rim of Fey's dick, the hyper sensitive length twitching and flexing as every little roughness and bump knocked and rubbed against it.

The muscles of the gnoll brides bulged with exertion and heaved Neshi on to the tip, her cunt forcibly spread wider and wider until with a sudden lurch she was thrust an entire foot onto the dick, the snow white front of her wedding dress bulging out as the shape of Fey pressed out her belly.

“FHHUCKKK!!!!” screamed Neshi as she came, her clit swinging wildly in the air with each spraying spurt of girl cum from around Fey’s length splashing against the floorboards, her glossy smooth clit becoming soaked and drippy as fluid splashed down on top of it.

“Fuuucckkkking helllll! Why does it feel sooo fuckiinnnnggg goooood!”

“In the newsletter they said it makes things feel way way better than normal as well as making you more stretchy,” said Vizzy in awe.

Neshi bit her lip hard. “That's really really underselling it, oh my fucking godsssss! M-more! I w-want moarrr!”

The gnoll bride tried desperately to push herself further on to the horse dick, her feet slipping on the puddle forming on the ground below, her wobbly legs too weak to move herself.

She whined until nine sets of paws grabbed hold of her, gripping down on her thighs and ankles and hips and arms, one pair of paws even grabbing hold of her clit. With a grunt they slammed her down the length until her rotund rear slammed up against the medial ring, her buttocks wobbling like jelly, her snow white wedding dress bulging out, the fabric straining to its absolute limit.

“HNNGGGGHNNHNNGGGG!!!”

The paws wrapped around her clit were doused in a spray of girl cum, their fur soaked through as Neshi was then hauled back up the length without break, all the way to the tip of Fey's dick, her cunt making the most lurid schlurping sound as such a large object was forcibly removed.

“Back back! I can't be empty! I need to be filllleeeeddd!”

With an eager growl the brides thrust her back down as hard as they could. Neshi’s voice rose into a rafter shuddering scream as her pussy brutally crashed into Fey's medial, her muff slowing before being squeezed over the top. The sound of tearing cloth pierced through Neshi’s howls and her tented out tummy tore through the front of her wedding dress, her belly bulging out in front of her breasts, then pushing out further and further as the brides dragged Neshi all the way to the wrinkled base, Fey's dick pushing out in front of her breasts, past her neck, her head.

“Fnhggnnnn!”

Neshi’s clit was diamond hard, tensing and moving so hard that it slipped from the bride who was dragging its pads. It slapped back against the surface of Fey's balls as it was freed, a small thing next to their sheer immensity, the two burning hot surfaces colliding, the balls reacting to the touch. The balls snarled and shifted, deforming slightly as the hyper aggressive sperm lunged at Neshi’s clit sensing the nearness of a needy pussy, the surface bulging out a little as it reached for her femininity. But then her clit fell away and Fey's balls were left to roil and churn, frustrated and hungry.

“M-more! spear me girls, rut me on this thing like a useless fuck doll!”

The brides were happy to help and they dragged her all the way up to the tip of Fey's dick, bridal dress becoming a disheveled mess, her insides queefing madly, speckles of juices spurting from around her tightly stretched labia as a massive vacuum dragged on her insides.

Neshi squealed, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as her eyelids fluttered madly, her mouth open wide tongue outstretched as she was sent rocketing back down the length, her tummy thrusting out from the tear in her wedding dress, her muscular abdomen forcibly shaped over the log of a dick.

Feys hooved clattered on the floorboards as she was stimulated by the bride’s pussy, her balls slapping up and down against her thighs hard enough to indent her flesh as she rocked.

“Oh god!” she cried as Neshi was once more sent back up and then down her length, a bridal cocksleeve roughly used by her friends to pleasure the biggest dick any of them had ever seen.

“Ohgodhogod!” Fey let out an accidental whinny as with one final thrust Neshi’s cunt slammed home to her leathery base, her bridal cunny entirely ensheathing three and a half feet of rock hard horse dick.

Neshi thrashed so hard that her limbs ripped from the brides’ grips, her legs kicking wildly at the air, toes splayed painfully wide as she screeched, her pussy rippling up and down over the massive penetration as she sprayed down the floorboards, the fluid crashing so hard against her clit that it pushed her to an even higher peak.

She crested at the same moment that Fey exploded into her.

Neshi’s belly bulged out nearly a foot ahead of her face as the first impossibly heavy rope of cum stretched her belly around its shape before washing backwards and down, her stomach swiftly becoming months pregnant. Her cummy pregnancy dangled and swayed from her torso, swelling larger with each pumping ejaculation, hanging pendulum as she grew in size, six months pregnant, nine months pregnant, pregnant with triplets, quadruplets, five six, seven, eight kids, larger and larger until her tummy was defying any normal pregnancy, a vast bulb of cum pushing against her snow white wedding skirt, drooping until it touched down on the wet floorboards and then rolling out, pushing up against Fey's legs then pushing Neshi up against Fey's barrel as it filled the space. The brides moved away as Neshi became a feminine cum dump, growing until Fey let out a long ragged groan and splurted her last into the bride, her front legs high up in the air caught on top of the sphere that was the gnoll.

The eager brides grabbed at Fey's legs and even her tail to her distress and pulled her back, her dick slowly dragging free from Neshi’s cunt until it slipped free all in a rush. Fey's front hooves came down on the floorboard with an impressive thud due to her weight. Neshi rolled up on top as her belly sloshed forward, soft ripples rolling across the surface as she came to a stop at the peak of the water bed of piping hot horse cum that was her womb.

The brides were already pouncing on Fey, giving her no time to recover, her sensitive length being bathed in slobbering tongues as the cummy coating was drunk down, not even a drop of white allowed to escape their mouths.

Fey shivered at the feeling, her balls already preparing to release again. She was so distracted that she was taken completely by surprise when a small hand reached for her. In a reflexive moment of recognition she realised it was the hand of the groom and she stumbled backwards, dragging along the nine brides with her who made noises of complaint as the object of their affection shifted.

The groom paused, his paw hesitating.

“N-no, you can't touch me!” whisper hissed Fey down at the diminutive male gnoll, “I’m s-sorry, I’m not good for males to touch, I’m p-poisonous, or s-something! It’s a centaur thing!”

The gnoll sniffed and looked up at her. “Lame. They said I could join you know.”

Fey blinked and looked down at the gnoll’s trousers. She realised he had one paw below the hem and was openly masturbating himself as he looked up at Fey’s mammoth breasts.

“Uhm- w-well, I’m very sorry but it would make you sick, so you can't!”

The diminutive gnoll shrugged and turned to look at Neshi.

“Uhm don-don't you mind all this?”

The gnoll moved to a table beside the inflated bride and climbed on top of it from a chair.

“What do you think gnoll wives are like?”

“Ah- ah v-very very open about s-sex?!” said Fey as another gnoll bride hiked up her skirt over her hips and was slammed onto her cock with a scream.

The groom rolled his eyes as he leapt on top of Neshi then scrambled on top of her, his feet sinking deep into her belly with each step. He reached down and grabbed hold of Neshi’s enormous ten inch clitoris, horse cum sloughing off its surface, the thing still rock hard and throbbing. Neshi gasped as he held it up, the glossy smooth length pulsing in his digits, a length of hypersensitive nerves, a clit grown out of control.

“Gnolls are a matriarchy in every way, they enjoy fucking each other with these things far more than anything I can do with my little thing, so what you're doing is just the same thing to me really.”

He grabbed hold of his trousers and pulled them down, his penis springing free, less than half the length of the monstrous clitoris in his paw, like a twig compared to a branch.

“O-oh I'm sorry to hear that? I think???”

The groom paused and then grinned, his canines flashing. “Don't be, I love it.”

He turned and crouched down over Neshi’s rear, his stiff little penis resting atop the fat clit, with a groan he slid it up and down the length, rubbing himself against it, becoming harder still with the stimulation. After a moment he whimpered and a small spurt of sticky white a few inches long landed on the surface. He shuddered, his cock not even softening in the slightest, and quickly moved up to her gaped open cunt. Neshi’s pussy was so wide open that it could fit multiple fists inside with ease so the groom’s tiny cock was akin to a sausage thrown down a hallway. He ground his length up against the roof of her stretched out tunnel, roughly thrusting himself against her gaped cunt’s flesh until with a cry he jizzed over the pool of horse cum pooled at the bottom. The horse cum shifted at the touch of the little gnoll’s cum, reacting, then rolling over top of it, dragging it down like an apex predator finding prey, subsuming his masculinity.

Just as he came Fey ejaculated into the bride being pumped up and down on her length, her howls rising as her belly grew until Fey was once more riding atop a shameless cum dump of a wedding bride.

The groom looked over eagerly at the brand new sloppy seconds and scrambled down the arc of Neshi’s belly until he landed on the floor and scrambled over to the freshly blimped bride as Fey pulled free, a spill of cum coming with her. The groom made his way up on top of the bride and began humping at the gaped ruin of her pussy, a scavenger picking at a predator's leftovers.

Fey couldn't help but watch as he whined and jizzed pathetically, his cum standing no chance against her own.

As he began to hump again a strange feeling surfaced from her darkest depths. The sight of a meek male scrabbling at her cum filled conquest, his tiny length incapable of even beginning to fill the gaped out ruin of the girl’s cunt. She bit her lip, this was... really really hot, her sheer overwhelming dominance compared to any male writ large for her to see.

Her hips jerked forward as Vizzy hiked up her skirt, Fey’s enormity crashing into her rear, the chrysanthemums near jerking from her head as she yelped in surprise. The only reason she wasn't shoved to the ground was because the other brides held her in place.

“Oh f-fuck it didn't sound so big in the storieeeees!” wailed Vizzy.

“Mine. All mine.” growled Fey as her thighs strained, powerful stallion muscles bulging. Vizzy keened as Fey slowly squeezed inside of her, her ass cheeks and muff spreading wide. The front of the Vizzy’s wedding dress slowly pushed out from her abdomen as she was bit by bit made to take Fey, the pure white sacred fabric stretching out then starting to tear, long thin oval gaps appearing where the bride’s distorted belly poked free, the number of tears increasing until with a lurch the pious cloth shredded apart, her belly free to push out below her breasts, her body utterly and hopelessly dominated by dick.

"OooooOOOHHHH!!"

With each haul down on Vizzy’s ankles Fey thrust into her also, each penetration far rougher and more brutal than any before, Vizzy’s insides scraped and stirred by the massive length, her foot long clitoris flapping wildly below as she was used as a living cocksleeve, back and forth, back and forth, the brides moving her like rowers, determined to jerk Fey off all the sooner so that they could take their turn.

It wasn't long before Fey was peaking once more and Vizzy's womb was rapidly expanding, filling with untold amounts of searing hot horse cum as the disheveled gnoll screamed her lungs out.

Not even finishing Fey hauled herself free, the last long ropes of cum splattering across the dome of her belly in a scrawled mess as her length bobbed before she grabbed at the nearest bride and lifted her into the air with ease. Lotsai looked up at her in utter surprise, stunned by her outsized strength, clearly used to being the strongest in the room and certainly not used to being out strengthened by someone with arms as un-muscular as Fey’s.

Fey grabbed at Lotsai’s wedding dress and hiked it up, her thighs and straining thirteen inch clitoris exposed, her droolng puss clenching at the air. Then she threw the gnoll down against the arc of Neshi’s belly, holding her in place until the gnoll grabbed hold of Neshi’s ankles. As Fey rose up her front hooves once more came down on Neshi’s belly. Her dick thrusting up between the fresh bride's thighs.

Lotsai screamed as Fey drove forward, swiftly penetrating her and bulging out her belly, the bulge pushing against the cum belly of Neshi and indenting it inward. The gnoll bride held on desperately to Neshi’s ankles as Fey thrust up into her over and over, her clit slapping against the dome of Neshi’s belly with each grunted thrust.

Around her the other brides unable to get at Fey's violently moving stallion hips began to masturbate as they looked on, hiking up their skirts and grabbing hold of their oversized clitorises, frantically jerking themselves off.

One of the brides became agitated and grabbed another and shoved her down over a table, then grabbing pawfuls of her skirt lifted the ankle length thing up over and over until it was hiked up over her hips and her dripping snatch was freed, her tail flagged high. She lined her fat clit up with her fellow brides folds and thrust inside.

A cacophany of moans rose around Fey as she fucked Lotsai silly, her puffy wedding skirt bouncing around her body as Fey pistoned in and out of her until with a cry Lotsai began to expand, her belly becoming a smaller copy of Neshi’s that rapidly grew larger, pushing Fey away from the gnoll until she was of equal size to Neshi and then larger, her daffodil tiari perched absurdly atop a feminine hill.

Fey lurched back, her balls rumbling for more, more pussy! She turned and shoved the gnoll fucking the one bent over the table out of the way and thrust up into her insead, turning her soft moans into howled screams of extreme pleasure.

It wasn't long before the bride was growing in size, the table being crushed flat beneath her belly that spilled over its edges, larger, then larger than the previous bride.

Fey rampaged amongst the brides, girl after squealing girl, huge feminine spheres filled with churning horse cum left in her wake, their gaped and abused cunts drooling thick sloppy semen as they were left shuddering and trembling with the after shocks, toes curling, legs starting to cramp with the strain.

Chairs and tables were knocked aside as each girl was filled, the space inside the lobby rapidly filling with the ten spherical brides, their pure white bridal dresses despoiled and rumpled, clean white fabric stained with sweat and cum and squirt. Fey looked around searching for more, more needy pussies, more fertile wombs to breed, her cock harder than ever, her balls growling in hunger.

She turned, a flash of colour catching her eye. A gnoll girl was there, younger, a teenager. Unlike the brides who wore snow white wedding dresses this one wore a summer yellow gown, a tiara of daisies clumsily placed on her head. She was also watching Fey with very round eyes, her paw bunched up on her skirt, furiously jerking her clit off through the fabric. She quivered as she noticed Fey’s eyes on her, her breath catching.

She gulped nervously. Then she turned and fled.

Fey prowled after her like she was hunting her prey. She ducked beneath the door the bridesmaid had fled through and found a stair. Making use of her heightened dexterity she made her way up, steps creaking under her great weight, her balls swaying side to side with each step, urging her on, screaming to be emptied, their contents multiplying constantly, the surface becoming tighter and harder.

She made it to the top and found a hallway, a nervous face just seen disappearing through a doorway. Fey approached and grabbed the doorframe ducking down low to peer inside. The bridesmaid was there, desperately trying to push down her erect clitoris which was tenting out her summer gown.

Behind her were a dozen teenage girls and young women all of them wearing similar summery yellow gowns. They all gawped up at her.

“H-hey, is that the centaur, uhm B-bey? no, F-fey? Like in the letters you snuck away from your aunt Enky?”

Enky, the one with clumsy daisy tiara looked back and nodded her head in confirmation. Then she bit her lip.

“You are joking right?” said a gnoll girl significantly shorter than the others, more a shortstack than the usual athletic physique of the gnoll girls. Somehow her daisy tiara was even more clumsy than Enky’s and had what looked like a sunflower perched jauntily on one side

“No, she’s the one! From the letter!”

“I thought those were stories! But we’ve been secretly sneaking them around and- and- what if she’s offended!”

“They aren't her letters personally silly!”

“Maybe you lot wouldn't have ruined them if you thought they were hers though huh? It’s going to be months until we can go back to Bine and steal more!”

“Hey they aren't that bad…”

“You’re the one who messed them up the most Bea! I can barely make out the writing after you’ve had your turn, you're like a broken faucet!” said one glaring at the shortstack.

Fey eyed this new crop of pussies. She drew in air through her nose, smelling the scent of their panties which were gradually dampening as the masculine scent of her dick slowly seeped into the room.

“Is this all of you or are there more?”

“Uhm, th-there’s thirty four of us here for the brides’ and the groom’s wedding if that's what you mean.”

Fey’s balls rumbled and grew inches in size as the words hit her ears. Thirty four?

Her cock flexed hard, bucking up, a cup of precum spurting from the tip, the clear fluid landing across the first one‘s gown staining it dark, the fluid that missed spattering across the other bridesmaids clustered behind her.

They gasped in surprise, then froze up as the scent crashed against their nostrils like a bomb.

One by one the summery yellow gowns began to tent outward as their clits filled with blood, becoming erect with excitement, a match for the hard shapes of their nipples pressing out against the cloth covering their breast, the light fabric hanging down in swooping arcs between pairs of stiff nubs.

As a group they shuddered and blushed, paws reaching down, desperately trying to hold down their humiliating turgid obscenities.

Fey advanced on the bridesmaids, the young women looking up at her towering height.

“If you want me to fuck you like in the newsletter then clean me off.”

As one the bridesmaids lunged beneath her, pushing and shoving each other out of the way in their desperate desire to eat the cum layered across her length. Fortunately due to her sheer size there was plenty of room and six girls found space on either side, gulping down the drippy horse cum, feeding in their cocklust.

It didn't take long for them to be done and Enky, who Fey had seen first, rushed over to the nearest sofa and bent herself over the back, swiftly hiking up her skirt over her quivering hips and tugging aside her panties. Fey advanced and the others helped guide her in, the petite yet athletic teenager’s rear dwarfed by the enormous horse dick, her tail flagging into the air as her nine inch clit scraped against the fabric of the sofa.

“Hnnnn! I’m like so wet right now you have no idea!” Whined Enky, biting her lip hard, trying not to cry out as her petite labia was forcibly stretched around the massive trunk of a dick. She failed and her voice broke free in a rising scream as her clumsy daisy tiara was bounced from her head, her summer gown tearing down the front as her belly pushed out feet in front of her.

Fey quickly got into a slow easy lunging rhythm, thrusting into Enky over and over, the sofa being shoved forward with each thrust, the feet squeaking across the floorboards. Behind her the girls clustered around her balls reaching out and caressing them, their free hands masturbaing the tented fabric of their erect clits.

The attention drove Fey to a quick climax and the sofa collapsed under the blimping belly of the teenager. She heaved herself free and turned to find the remaining twelve girls bent over with their skirts hiked up, their pussies bare and fully exposed, their tails flagging, the air filled with hormonal begging.

Fey blinked in surprise, but found she was pleased. She pointed at one of the drippiest .

“You.”

The bridesmaid quivered at her voice, her knees turning inward. The other bridesmaids dived on her ferociously and she was lifted into the air and hauled under Fey. It didn't take long for the girls to begin sleeving her on the length and soon they were rowing her up and down.

Fey jerked as half of the girls moved to her rear, leaving the rest to move the one on her dick, and began desperately tongue bathing her balls, amateurish compared to the brides but still sending her sperm insane.

As the sex continued the shortstack gnoll, Bae, was starting to lose her mind herself, her slobbering on fey’s balls becoming desperate and messy, reeling across the surface until she cried out.

“I can't take it any more!”

She grabbed hold of her dress and shredded it apart, her massive sixteen inch clitoris bursting free, the thing throbbing steel hard. She grabbed hold of the other girls and climbed them, grabbing onto Fey's tail and hips as her fat clit was dragged up and over Fey's vast balls. She adjusted her hips aiming her clit and then thrust into Fey's inflamed pussy.

Fey screamed and immediately ejaculated as her cunt was suddenly stretched tight around fat teenage clitoris. The teeager sleeved on her dick ballooned in size as spraying horse ejaculations doused her womb, speedily filling her out, her belly growing to seven foot then eight foot then nine foot across.The young women around her cooed and gasped in awe as she became massive.

“H-holy shit it's just like the newsletter said and she can just keep going! Is it really all true?!”

“No way that story with the minotaurs happened for real, no freaking way.”

“Is that the one where you circle jerked each other's clits while Enky read it out aloud?”

“Wait what? Why wasn't I invited to that?”

Cause you're too loud duh, how are we supposed to do it in secret if you're screaming the inn down in the middle of the night?”

Still had to do way too much laundry, I’ve never climaxed so hard in my entire life. You know I’m pretty sure there’s a damp patch on the ceiling of the room below that we’re responsible for.”

“Heh, would have been waaaay worse if I hadn't brought towels.”

Fey was having difficulty pulling away from the lake of a teenager as Bae refused to stop humping her rear, pounding her overgrown clitoris into her insides. Worse, it was having a severe effect on her sex drive. Her balls were going insane, audibly growling and churning as the girl's puss slammed home over her balls with each eager thrust, the extreme nearness teasing the sperm into a hyper agitated state.

With a groan and a flutter of her eyelids she managed to force herself free from the teenagers desperately clinging cunt.

“Q-quickly I need another! I need more! Get yourselves on me!” came Fey’s frantic voice as her balls reached their limit.

The young bridesmaids eagerly complied and her length was soon sheathed in another nubile pussy.

This went on for some time, Fey blimping out each young woman, one after the other. The group were forced to leave the room pretty quickly as all the free space was taken up by groaning twitching women lying slumped atop their gravid with sperm bellies.

The party went from room to room to room, each time they came across more of the bridesmaids, friends and relatives, each time descending into an outrageously wild orgy, each time Fey filling them a little more, a little larger, making the young women so large that they pressed up against the ceiling, her balls raging all the harder as the shortstack Bae continued to pound her pussy and drive her balls into overdrive.

Fey was lost in a haze of desperate need, a need to relieve herself, but finding that no matter how much she fucked and rutted and ejaculated her balls were always screaming for more, not diminishing in size but growing larger still, the cute little shortstack gnoll fucking her horse pussy undoing everything she did.

She stumbled from door to door filling belly after belly with seed, the humid and hot rooms and halls becoming thick with a feminine hormonal scent that clung to the skin, the result of unimaginable pleasure and extreme insemination.

Fey pulled free from her latest cunt and stumbled back into the hall, the belly of her conquest entirely filling the doorway, her cunt rolling up, poking free near the top of the door streaming cum into the hall, the rest of her body not visible as she was mostly inside the room, her legs flopped across her belly.

She turned and found the hallway had no more doors. There were no more rooms to enter. She blinked in surprise.

No more bridesmaids? No, that couldn't be.

She turned and checked the next door down. It was filled with a belly bulging out into the hall, a pair of legs at the top and a stream of cum rolling from her gaped cunt.

“N-no more?” Whispered Fey.

She stumbled down the hall passing doorway after doorway each stuffed with belly and cunt each drooling a river of cum. As she made her way down the hall the streams joined together until the entire hallway was a river of horse cum inches thick.

She had trouble going down the stairs as the stairs themselves were a waterfall of cum. The next floor down was a thick miasma of female pleasure, the air heavy with the scent of hormones and satisfied pussy, a visible foggy haze. Fey passed by room after room. What rooms were not plugged shut with blimped young women were packed tight with multiple inside, their bellies squeezed together and filling almost all free space. A constant soft background moaning filled the air, the occasional twitched leg and sets of curling toes as their pussies pulsed with unfathomable aftershock.

Here too the hallway was awash with inches thick cum, the slurry leading from pussies down the hall and down the next set of stairs. Fey followed in shock, not quite believing what she had done. Another floor and the river of cum was nearly a foot deep, the smell of masculine cum here was overwhelming. Fey wondered if a girl could get pregnant just from smelling this place it was just that overwhelming.

She sloshed through the heavy cum, pausing to raise her hand and hesitantly touch at a gaped pussy poking through a door in passing. Who’s was this? She didn't even know, in her rampaging desire she hadn't even asked their names. Now this teenager's pussy was a ruin, a cavernous thing yawning wide, large enough to fit a near dozen fists inside, her puckered trembling little cervix at the back leaking horse cum in fits and bursts, not strong enough to fully keep the lake inside back.

No male would ever be able to satisfy this teenager now. She had experienced something far far far beyond what any guy could offer her. She had been made a size queen of the most extreme sort. Fey had little doubt the teenager would seek out larger and larger dildos massive things the size of her leg, absurd quantities of rubber that she would stretch herself out upon, hungering to recreate in some part that divine feeling of Fey.

All of the girls here would.

She had changed them. Enlightened them. Open their minds to what a REAL fucking was. To be made small against her massiveness and then made fat and infinitely satisfied with her cum. Broodmothers, this inn was a stable of broodmothers, hers, all hers.

The tips of her fingers outlined the massive gape, her mark, the shape of her dick in female flesh, then lifted away.

She made her way down the final stair, this one practically a rapids of waterfalling horse cum. It was only her dexterity that prevented her from slipping. She emerged out into the main lobby. It was empty apart from the still groaning blimped brides, that and the two foot deep lake of cum that covered the floor.

Her balls twitched in memory of filling the brides and her need to fuck came roaring back. She turned around searching, she needed more! Another girl, anyone would do!

There was no one there.

Then she heard a groan.

She twisted her upper body and to her surprise found the cute short bridesmaid still inside of her cunt, Bae was it? The shortstack gnoll had apparently passed out at some point and had been slumped across her rear, her legs hooked around the massive size of her even larger balls. She had been in such an addled hyper focused state that she hadn't even realised the teenager was still inside of her.

Bae blinked sleep from her eyes and looked around sitting up and sliding back.

“Uhh.”

“You need to get out of me, quickly now!”

“Wha-why?”

“So I can fuck your brains out! Look what you're doing to my balls!”

The teenager binked and then looked down at the testacles she was now seated on. The two menacing things growled and shifted, each colossal sphere nearly twenty inches across. Bea’s buttocks were being actively massaged by the slightly bulging surface at the top as sperm roared up at her rear over and over, trying to get at her pussy.

“Oh... right…”

With a grimace she shifted and her still erect clit slipped free from Fey’s puss with a groan from Fey, her horse puss gaining a slight gape before quickly closing up tight. With a grunt Bae lifted herself off and jumped down into the two foot deep lake below.

“Wow this stuff, it's so thick!”

Fey turned to find the teenager standing naked and looking down at the white sludge.

“Hey, uh, is- is it supposed to feel like it's… moving?”

Bea moved her legs awkwardly and then let out a gasp of surprise. Cum was ever so slowly rolling up her inner thigh, a fat splodge of white visibly crawling up her completely of its own volition, defying gravity, uncountable sperms all furiously trying to reach for her unfucked teenage pussy.

“H-holy fucking shit! j-just how fucking virile is this stuff?”

She tried to wipe it from between her legs but the stuff began rolling down her arms, stopping at nothing to reach her insides.

Fey grabbed hold of her outreached arm and lifted her into the air, her legs coming free from the lake of white with a gloop. The short teenager dangled in surprise.

“H-hey, it hasn't stopped! Get it away!”

Fey glanced down to see she was right. The upward rolling line of cum had nearly reached her muff and was going berserk in its drive to reach her insides.

She grimaced and reached out with her free hand, scooping the thick substance from between the teenager’s legs and wiping it away.

“Why did you want it to stop?”

“Because it's not the real deal, it's just a really really really big tease! Just a feel of the real thing which is a thousand times better! And if that happened maybe you wouldn't want to do me for real because that sorta counts as sex already right? P-please you've got to do me for real, I don't want to be the only one left out! I read about you the most of anyone, I know it’s all real now! That time you stole a pirate ship and became a pirate queen for a day, and that time you made the fifth most popular school girl in Bine fill a stable, and that time you ruined the Hammer Horn girls, and that time you fucked Lady Alexandria.”

Fey’s expression froze on her face and she stopped blinking. After a moment she managed to stiffly croak-whisper out, “I did what to Lady Alexandria?”

“You know, that time you seduced the great Lady dragoness of Bine and then made her fall madly in love with you.”

Fey’s eyebrow twitched.

“O-Okaaay, that didn't happen. S-some of the stories just aren't t-true,” she managed to stiffly get out.

“They aren't? B-but does that mean you won't do me?”

Tears were forming in the teenager’s eyes and Fey looked down at her with concern.

“Didn't you hear what I said Bea? My balls are going to literally explode if I don't fuck you ten times harder than any other girl in here.

Bea blinked and wiped her eyes.

“Uhh, what now?”

“H-hey. Take her here, I'll hold her.”

Fey turned to see a trembling Neshi lifting her head from her body. She had her arms outreached and paws open.

Fey was already moving and carried the dangling teenager over to Neshi, the two girls hugged each other and the shortstack teenager was left lying over the arc of Neshi’s cum belly.

Fey reared up hard and the tip of her cock slammed into the teenager's groin, literally lifting her into the air momentarily as she sat perched atop the tip in surprise like she had been caught on some kind of equine seat.

Then Neshi used her great strength and with a sloppy Schl-pop! Bea’s pussy engulfed the tip.

The teenager screamed into Neshi’s arms as she came and then came again and then Fey began thrusting up into her, deeper and deeper until the teenager's tented tummy was stabbing into Neshi’s cumbelly. The centaur fully putting to use her incredible strength to piston in and out of the teenager every half second, feet and feet of dick plunging in and out of the teenager’s completely unprepared cunt with every passing moment, her sixteen inch clitoris slapping down over and over against Neshi’s belly like a drum, every single half second thrust resulting in an orgasm that was a hundred times stronger than anything the teenager had experienced before Fey, her pussy a constant squirting geyser of clear fluid, each deep thrust up resulting in an explosion of fluid that sprayed out in every direction.

The teenager's mind became strobing flashing lights and exploding fireworks as she opened her mouth as wide as it would go and screamed and screamed and screamed, howling like an animal, her legs thrashing at the air, toes splayed, muscles cramping as she strained past their limits, her whole body spasming out of control in sheer mind melting orgasmic cluster climax.

And then her eyes rolled up and she came even harder.

The sound of brutal relentless sex filled the air, overlaying that was the sound of Fey’s terrifyingly large balls smacking against her thighs so hard she was sure she was going to bruise, the things looking ready to explode.As it was it didn't take long for Fey to cum, her balls were practically forcing her too, the pressure on them was just too insane.

With a roof shaking scream of her own, her girth thickened massively as a blinding amount of high pressure cum roared down her length. She came and the teenager near instantly vanished beneath her belly as a solid geyser of white exploded into her womb. Fey was pushed back across the cum covered ground as the teenager grew in pulsing blasts, her howling screeching screams becoming muffled beneath her own belly as her face was forced into it.

Already she was far bigger than any other gnoll girl and still growing. The dome of her belly rose higher and higher until it was touching the lobby ceiling far above then spreading outward, rolling over the lake of white.

Fey was lost in extreme relief, but she wasn't quite gone enough to miss the groaning sound of wood failing under extreme load.

---

Ellaria was striding back to the inn with an abashed Vivi and Lily in tow.

“I realise that you are in need of a sword Vivi but did you really think it was the right move to make where upon finding the local blacksmith was missing to take over his forge and make your own sword? And no Wummy’s “help” is not helpful. I mean really now, you are fortunate that I came along when I did and the entire building didn't burn down. And Lily, you should know better, setting your golems to work on something so dangerous.”

“I didn't know they would be so flammable!” wailed Lily cradling a partly burned teddy bear.

Ellaria pinched her brow and sighed.

“I swear it’s like looking after a crowd of escaped insane asylum-

The four storey inn ahead of them suddenly let out an earth shuddering creak and then with a BOOM! It collapsed in on itself. A dozen moaning gnoll girls rolled free from the lumber, tumbling over and over on their spherical bellies, their legs kicking wildly at the air.

Ellaria froze up mid step, her face going pale

“You, uh, maybe shouldn't have left Fey alone, just sayin’....”

“I do believe that may have been a mistake, yes…” said Ellaria distantly.

A scream of anger came from the side and Ellaria turned to see the fat innkeeper staring at the ruin of his inn with his hands on his head.

“My INNNNNNNNN!”

“Uhm, so are we sleeping in the forest or what? If so, totally not happy ‘bout that.” muttered Lily.

The innkeep heard Lily and swept around, jabbing an accusatory finger at Ellaria.

“You! You adventurers did this! This is all your fault!”

“I’m sure we can come to some amicable agreement, this doesn't have to turn out badly.”

“No! I’m going to take every legal action, I'm going to get you ejected from the Adventures Guild! You don't know the people I know! I’m going to take out every bounty- I will call hell itself down upon youuuuu!”

Some internal struggle fought within Ellaria, two titans of finance wrestling, worlds breaking apart as their planetary bodies shook the heavens. Then, seemingly deciding it just wasn't worth the hassle these days, she loosed the drawstrings on her dimensional bag with a sigh.

“Go on then, how much is it to build a new one.”