Chapter 35 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Vivi embarks on a business endeavour making rubber lengths of an equine persuasion. This indirectly causes Fey to get chased out of the Artificers and through the city where she eventually ends up in an ancient Class warehouse. There she is waylaid by a pair of tumblers and Lily finally gets her Class, a Class that summons a lot of water and washes them all away. The two tumblers are then abducted by Bine’s curious nobility.

Now, chapter 35:

Lady Ariawyn held her teacup delicately between thumb and index finger and lifted it to her lips. She gracefully sipped, elegance in keeping with both her noble standing and elvish blood.

“This tea is significantly better tasting than I recall Harrison, almost extraordinary. Curious. I do not believe I commanded my tea be changed. Is this a clumsy attempt to disrespect me?”

“N-no my Lady! It is just the Goldborough Dairy have acquired a new source of milk and I had to pounce on the supply for you before it was all gone, I was fortunate to acquire just what I did, there were some unsavoury deals being made to reserve what they referred to as, ah, platinum grade milk,” said a black clothed butler standing straight backed at her side.

“I must say Lady Ariawyn, it seems to have been well worth the purchase, this tea is quite divine.”

The teacup of the young human noble Lady sitting next to Lady Ariawyn was moving unsteadily as she shifted her hips up and down fractionally.

“Hmm. I suppose. Emallia, you seem to have become quite used to your current length, perhaps a size up for further stretching is in order?”

“Ah- ah y-yes, I believe my body has become well acquainted with this size, if you would allow me one m-moment-!”

Emallia sped up, bouncing up and down on the stool she was perched upon, a stool which was hidden from view by a long flowery dress. The teacup and saucer held in her hands wobbled violently until tea was dripping from the rim and soft moans were quietly slipping from her lips.

The bouncing sped up further, becoming frantic and arrhythmic, a slight line of drool appearing on her lip. She carried on until finally she slammed herself down hard onto the stool one final time, eyes squeezed closed as she let out a very unladylike squeal, fingers claw like around teacup and saucer, entire body shuddering from head to toe.

Then it was over, and she slumped down, body limp and loose as she let out a long breath of relief.

“Done?” said Lady Ariawyn, lightly sipping from her teacup.

Emallia wiped her sweaty hair aside that had fallen across her face, breath coming panted and heavy. She nodded.

“Y-yes, I just wanted one final turn with this size. I’m- I’m ready for the larger length now.”

The butler nodded. “Then Lady Emallia, If you would stand?”

Emallia nodded politely and daintily placed her teacup and saucer onto the long coffee table. Then she drew in a breath and tensed her legs.

She seemed like she wasn't going to manage it for a moment, but then she unsteadily rose, although slowly, her hips coming away from the stool, a very quiet little queef came from behind her dress causing her to blush strawberry red, then blush even harder still when the sound of something wet splatting against the marble floor below her dress followed.

The stool was revealed as the long dress was dragged over the top of it. A human-like penis was set on top of the stool, softening now and drooling beads of pearl white. Unusually large, the length was a little under eight inches long.

Of course, there was no actual person attached to the penis, instead at the base of the length was a metal ring, a ring strapped to the cloth stool with leather belts that wound around the cushion, holding the metal ring in place and along with it the cock.

“He has a nice penis whoever he is, it’s kinda cute.”

Lady Ariawyn eyed Emallia and then the now flaccid cock that was being retracted back into the metal ring, and the portal it contained, vanishing from sight.

“Cute? Is that all you want? You will settle for cute after reading that newsletter?”

“Oh no! Of course not! But this is still waaaay bigger than my husbands, like easily two times as big, I’m not used to being stretched out so much!”

Lady Ariawyn scoffed. “Stretched? Really Emallia, you’re at the very bottom of our tea club, none of us here even bother with such small sizes anymore. Have the various high concentration body pliants, yielders, and relaxants laced into the tea truly had no long term effect? I can attest to their potency, I cannot ever recall being of so supple or flexible a body.

The dozen or so Ladies sat in the circle murmured their agreement or nodded, teacups held in hand, hips subtly bouncing up and down on each of the stools they were perched upon, each hidden by long dresses.

“H-hey I’m new okay! I can't just go all out like you who’ve been doing this for a while!”

“You should consider doing it more regularly then,” spoke a lupine Lady to her side, ice blue eyes giving her supercilious look.

“I come as often as you have tea parties!”

“No, not that, I mean outside of our private tea parties. I’ve taken to wearing one of the portals in my day to day, it feels splendidly adventurous to be conversing with strangers whom have no idea my vagina is stretched full with good cock, walking about the high end boutiques and arcades and feeling it spurt inside, desperately trying to keep quiet, well, once you try it you will find it hard to give it up I assure you.”

Emallia stared at her open mouthed, cheeks blushing further still. “You walk about town with a stranger's dick inside of you?”

“Uhm, I have also taken to doing that, my husband has no idea, although he has remarked on how much more pressure I have been able to exert when we do the deed now, powerful kegeling just comes naturally after growing used to holding a stiff malehood inside all day.”

“M-me too. I even gave a speech at my brother's wedding while a pair of drake dicks did unspeakable things to my insides. It was a miracle I didn’t collapse on the table and scream myself hoarse! Although the squeaks I did let out were most embarrassing!”

“Ahem, I too have been doing this. I’ve even taken to sleeping with a fat length inside of me. That continuous feeling of being stretched is just too delicious, especially when tightly knotted and filled with hot seed, even more so with my husband sleepily pressed up against me, his hand rested atop my bare midriff, completely unaware that a canine penis several times larger than his own is just below his fingers, the indecorous salaciousness of it! It’s enough to make me shiver with the impropriety! I feel certain I will need a size upgrade soon to stretch myself further still.”

“Also me! It makes horse riding at school so much more enjoyable, the rhythmic bouncing against the saddle as I gallop becomes something else entirely, I have had to stash spare riding breeches to hide the messes I’ve made! Gosh you have no idea! The servants have to wipe the saddle down after I’m done!”

A chorus of murmurs went up from the Ladies perched around the coffee table, most of them admitting to likewise having strapped dick portals underneath their nethers, hidden by their clothing.

Emallia looked around at them in dismay.

“That's not fair! Nobody even told me that was a thing we were allowed to do! I thought we had to give back the portals after the tea party!”

“No Lady Emallia, my portals are fine to be taken anywhere, there is no rule about keeping them on the estate. But Lady Ariawyn does ask that they remain confidential as best as you can manage, it would be ahem, improper if the lords of the city were to learn that their noble wives and daughters have formed a club to see who can take the largest of malehoods.”

“You all are a bunch of amateurs!” came a call, and the ladies gathered around the coffee table turned to stare at the one who had spoken.

Zoey sneered at them, her arms crossed over her chest. Her look of superiority was made easier by the fact she was far above them, a full eight feet off the ground on top of her enormous cum belly. The effect was slightly spoiled by the ripples continually spilling across her pale stretched skin however. A wide rubber hose ran up her roundness from the floor, one that ended in a fat bulb that had been inserted into her pussy. Behind her a pump being operated by a pair of servants was pushed down and a load of cum was abruptly sucked from her cunt, the hose bulging slightly as it took the thick glue like substance in and then transported it along its length to the end where it was deposited into a barrel. A second barrel beside it was also connected to a hose, this one leading to Penny’s pussy, the squirrel girl making a faint soft whimper each time a load was slurped out of her stretched folds, her face buried in her soft cum belly.

“You have no idea what taking a real dick is like, sticking baby carrots up your cooches and pretending it’s Fey is not the same.”

“Hardly. Until we came across you mere hours ago it was thought the newsletter was a work of fiction. Titillating and unlike anything I had ever come across before, but not real, inspiring the taking of ever greater size yes, but just a story. This Size Queen Tea Club of ours was merely our boredom and curiosity given shape, a trifling amusement. High society is quite dreary and most jading and one must search for their due excitement. Many Ladies have made use of these micro portals on and off over the years for a touch of scandal, this club simply expanded on that and sought out the largest lengths. But now we have heard from you yourselves that the newsletter appears to be mostly the truth, and more so have evidence of it in your obscenely swollen bodies. That changes things..”

“Hmpph.”

“Our club which merely competed to contain the largest malehood has become a matter of readying for Fey, preparation is a ladies best friend after all. Not being able to properly reciprocate in the well described incredible experience would be below our station. We are not some common peasantry, when we take Fey, it will be of such pleasure to her that she will quit being a swashbuckling adventurer and become our handmaiden, unable to live without our, ahem, uniquely superior noble bodies, unrefined commoners like you will simply no longer be able to satisfy her.”

“Oh yes, you would not believe how quickly I can make males cum now. The lupine dick I am sat upon must have spilled its seed into me a dozen times since we have sat down, the poor thing, he is making me feel quite full, his knot might never deflate at this rate!” said one of the Ladies brightly.

“Not everyone can bounce as quickly as you Audrey, I swear you have the thighs of a gladiator.”

“Hey, just because you consider running track unladylike does not mean I don't get to reap the benefits.”

Emallia looked around at the gently bouncing ladies, each of them sipping from dainty tea cups.

“This- it’s to prepare for- so she will become your handmaiden? For each of you? Wait, what if she doesn't want to become my handmaiden!?”

“Well you will only have yourself to blame Emallia, and suffice to say the time is going to come when it will be too late, she will want no other than us, you will simply be unable to keep up with the club. In sum, my advice would perhaps be to… get... good?”

“I don't want to fall behind! Butler! I demand you give me the fattest thickest biggest dick you have!”

The butler glanced at Lady Ariawyn who nodded slightly.

“Very well, not the biggest, but I have recently acquired a contract with a certain, hmm, adventurer, a rough sort, but a captain so better than most. I was made aware of him through my contacts in the bordellos, and his recent renown for dealing with an infestation of Kobogons. He agreed to a private under the table deal, and carries with him an inactive portal ring at all times, contractually required to put it on when it alerts him, even in public.”

“Show me!”

The butler nodded and gestured at the empty metal ring set upon the stool. The white gloves he wore lit up with runes and geometric patterns connected by circles, an array of complexity that glowed bright. The metal ring strapped to the stool began to grow, widening, and then the blue of the portal changed, at first cloth and black fur could be seen through it, and then a flash of wrinkled black flesh, veins, the flesh passed by the ring for a surprising amount of time before finding the end. The view through the ring was then filled with a knobbled tip, and an urethra, one that was now pushing through the portal, along with the broad head.

The ring could barely contain it, even soft, and Emallia’s eyes became very round as inch after inch of heavy black wrinkled flesh spilled from the portal and curved over the expensive looking stool, precum making a long stain over the floral fabric as the soft thing came to a stop. Even flaccid it was far larger than the previous human-like penis length.

“A m-minotaur?”

Emallia swallowed, clearly intimidated, but after a moment, determination straightened her back and filled her with firm resolve. She turned to the coffee table and picked up the huge and lightly steaming teapot set upon it. In one swift motion she set the spout to her mouth. Then she began to chug, rapidly gulping down the contents as the ladies lightly bouncing around her watched on in surprise.

“Hey! is she allowed to do that?”

“It is fine,” said Lady Ariawyn, “Harrison send for more.”

“At once Lady Ariawyn.”

Emallia finished and then carefully stepped toward the stool. She bent down, dainty hands coming closer to the length, closer. She touched it and the thing jerked, bobbing wildly, tip scraping over the white fabric embroidered with pink flowers, the white darkening with pre-cum.

She stroked it, rough texture scraping against her soft delicate fingers. Soon it began to rise, fattening with blood, growing, the ring at the base being forced wider with it as it swelled, lengthened, reached higher and higher until it was stiff and standing tall, bobbing slightly in the air.

A good fourteen inches of coal black minotaur dick protruded from the stool.

“G-gods, and this is going in me?!” said Emallia, small hands wrapped around the turgid length, completely unable to contain it.

“If you desire it.”

Emallia bit her lip. She lifted her hands to the tip now slippery with precum and smeared it around, making the flesh slick with the stuff. Then, before she could change her mind, she turned around and grabbed at her skirts, hiking them up hand over hand, pulling the voluminous fabrics up until they were hooked over her hips. Then, looking over her shoulder, she awkwardly shuffled over the stool, a squeak coming from her lips as the cock head slapped against her naked buttocks, smacking wetly against her skin. She adjusted and lifted up onto her tiptoes, allowing the length to fit between her thighs.

Her breath caught as the tip brushed past her labia, the rough texture so much more feral than anything she had experienced before, her folds tingling in anticipation. Then she pushed herself down, lowering onto the mass.

She, of course, got nowhere. Only relying on the relaxant laced tea was far from enough without regular stretching, and she simply could not squeeze the minotaur dick into her pussy which had never taken anything even close to this size. Tea alone would never make up for regular stretching sessions. She bounced up and down in frustration, broad tip brutally hammering her puss, her body entirely supported by the dick, a peculiar kind of seat she was perched upon.

“Oh enough of this. Harrison.” said Lady Ariawyn snapping her fingers at the butler.

Harrison nodded and then stepped up behind Emmellia. Placing his hands on her shoulders he pressed down, the pressure massively increased and Emallia keened until with a lurch and a drop the length penetrated her. She immediately dropped her rumpled up dress and slapped her hands to her mouth, silencing a muffled scream as her eyes rolled up into her head.

She shuddered and shook all over, dress rustling and shaking around her hips as she tried desperately to hold herself in place. But with each shake of her weakened legs and wobbly knees she slipped a little further down which in turn caused her to tremble like a leaf even harder.

The tea party watched with amusement as Emallia slowly slid down the entire length of minotaur dick in a series of stuttering drops, a slight bulge appearing in her dress front marking the massive thing inside of her, a common sight at the tea party as many of the Ladies had their own subtle bulges on their midriffs.

“G-god! It’s so hecking big!” whined Emallia, her fingers clawing and clutching at the dress now hiding the stool from sight. “I feel like I’m going to split in half! I’m- I’m so stretched, I- I can't h-handle eet!”

“Better?”

Emallia quivered at Lady Ariawyns voice.

“N-no, it’s tasteless o-of a L-La- I- I- Oh shit me I can’t lie anymore! Y-yes! Oh god yes! I’m a filthy fucking size queen! I love massive throbbing dick!”

The rustle of fabric followed her statement, the various Ladies murmuring.

“Quite. Although such a crude way to put it is unbecoming. We are simply connoisseurs of mass, sophisticates of being properly stretched to our limits as nature intended minus the trappings of civilization, the largest healthiest male dominating and becoming the object of attraction, the one most sought after for superior breeding and offspring. We nobility have always been well versed in this matter in as much civilized terms, but the veil of society is simply that, a veil.”

This time there were murmurs of agreement.

Lady Ariawyn sipped delicately from her teacup, listening quietly as the Ladies chattered, enthusiastically adding to her words in graphic detail, the discussion became more and more salacious as the minutes passed veering into talk of having the entire Size Queen Tea Club over for another naked tea party and the need to find more males to add to their ever-expanding collection.

Eventually though Lady Ariawyn grew weary.

“As much as I would love to continue this all day I do have appointments to make. Ladies, shall we finish here?”

“Of course,” said Lady Audrey setting her legs and then speeding up in her bouncing, “One to freshen up before we go.”

“Together then,” said the lupine with ice blue eyes sipping from her teacup.

The rustling of fabric redoubled, then doubled again as the ladies subtle bounces grew larger, becoming excited, faster, harder, a wave of soft moans broke out as teacups were shakily lifted to lips as they bounced, more than one spill off tea splashing across dresses, or across dress covered midriffs that bulged out slightly over and over as hips slammed down on stools.

“This latest batch of dicks is quite good I must say, gasped one Lady, a sheen of sweet appearing on her brow as she desperately tried to retain her composure.

“Easy now, Lady like bouncing and moaning if you please ladies. We are not so uncouth as to howl like the lesser folk, we are not fornicating beasts,” spoke Lady Ariawyn.

The sound of gasps and cries being stifled filled the room as the rustling increased further.

Emallia completely failed to hold herself together and a scream ripped past her hands covering her mouth. The other ladies glared at her as their tea flew through the air, teacups now swinging around wildly.

They didn't bounce for much longer than her however, the heavy stimulation had an effect and one after the other the ladies gasped and came to a stop on their stools, eyelids fluttering and fingers desperately gripping porcelain, choked off screams filling the room as they tried to keep hold of their wobbly grace.

In the end Lady Ariawyn was the only one to keep her appearance and bearing entirely graceful, her hips slamming down and grinding and twisting into the stool as she smoothly sipped from her entirely unspilt tea, expression calm and unconcerned.

The room was filled with breathy panting for a few minutes, the ladies basking in the aftermath, and then they began to rise. The wet sound of weighty flesh slipping from sloppy folds filled the air as one by one they slowly stood, carefully pulling up dresses and stepping free from their respective stools, the plap plap plap of spots of cum splatting to the marble floor below following their every step, hidden beneath their long dresses, leaving round coin sized discs of white in their wake.

As they stepped away the various cocks they had been riding were revealed, each set upon one of the stools, everything from lupine like, to human like, to minotaur like, to drake like, and more, an array of dicks, sometimes even a pair of portals on one stool, one dick set behind the other. Each of the stools were now stained with beads of pearly white, the dicks lying flaccid against the fabric.

Last to stand was Lady Ariawyn. It took her a moment, the bulge in her midriff was by far the largest of the tea party and she struggled to remove herself, half stuck on what she was impaled on.

After a moment of awkward struggle she managed to jerk free, lifting up suddenly with a obscenely loud lurid shlurrrrking queef as the vacuum was broken, the room echoing deafeningly with the sound.

She rose smoothly, the sound of a waterfall of viscous liquid splattering on the marble emanating from beneath her dress, a puddle quickly spreading from the hem.

“Ahem.”

The butler stepped forward and grasped her dress, lifting it for her and allowing her to step forward away from the stool.

The stool that she had been sitting on was revealed with no less than four dicks arranged on top of it. A canine length with a swollen knot, a vascular human like length, what looked like a feline member, and finally a minotaur cock, all of them were no less than a foot long, each of them now partly soft and flopped over each other.

The tea party stared, clearly impressed.

“Practise ladies, and solely drinking this laced tea. The infamous Fey will simply be overwhelmed by me when I get my hands on her, she will beg to become my handmaiden and serve me forevermore.”

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“Mine! Get away from me you bunch of greedy bastards!”

The diminutive four foot five jack russell dogkin lifted the large pink horse dildo over her head in momentary victory having successfully fought off the other girls and recaptured it. Her red furred ears flopped against her auburn hair as she shook her head, locks bouncing against pale skin.

She hadn't regained it without injury, she had a painful looking red mark on her forehead from hitting a table, and her lip was bloodied. Still, she stood, fierce and proud, a warrior with her prize.

“Being the smallest and fastest so you stole it first doesn't mean you get to keep it Rebecca!” said a human girl. She was leaning against one of the long work benches, breathing hard as she wiped sweat from her face.

“Well, why not? It’s not like you have a better claim on it!”

“You’re right, she doesn't. But nor do you.”

Rebecca blinked and turned to see a very pregnant Vivi scowling at her, a cloud of tentacles swaying menacingly around her. So many tentacles dangled from between her thighs and coiled over the ground in fact that the flooring couldn't be seen around her feet.

“And who are you to say that?” scowled the dogkin.

“The bloody creator of it, that's what! I’ve had more than enough of this. Wummy. Sick ‘em.”

The tentacles suddenly surged forward and the dogkin yelped as she was hauled into the air upside down, dangling from her ankle. The Fey dildo was forcibly ripped from her clutching hands.

“Hey! Give it back!”

“No. And stop pressing your luck, that goes for all of you, or I won't cast a single other one.”

“Wait, what do you mean? What’s being cast?” said one of the girls, a lithe yellow scaled lizard girl with a frilled neck.

“Weren't you utterly obsessed morons listening?” said Octavia with a sigh, “She wants to mass produce rubber dicks that look like Fey’s dick for you to all use.”

The Fey Hunting Club took a moment to silently digest these words.

“Like, a sample of the real deal?”

Vivi shrugged. “Sure, why not. It’s something more real that a girl can get her hands on if she’s into the stories or drawings you know?”

The dogkin smacked at one of Wummy’s tentacles which was exploring between her thighs. It backed away looking offended.

“I don't believe you, what if this is the only one ever?”

“You know I could literally just show you, like right now, it's not hard.”

The dogkin crossed her arms, which was a little awkward while hanging upside down.

Vivi rolled her eyes. “Fine. Wummy?”

Tentacles poured from her body and quickly set to work, righting workbenches and slithering around the room gathering up all they needed. Soon the white casting cube was being filled from another magically heated bucket of goo, this one a blue colour, and then once filled the cooling charm was applied. Vivi rapped on the top of the cube with her knuckles and the cube fell into two parts, revealing the new transparent blue length inside.

With a cocky expression she pulled it from the mould and held it up in the air, one eyebrow raised, a confident smirk on her lips.

“You see-

“THERE'S ANOTHER ONE! GET HER!”

The crowd of girls surged forward, hands and paws and claws grabbing for the held up dildos as girls crashed into Vivi’s pregnant belly and desperately fought Wummy’s tentacles.

After a moment of struggle, where a lupine grabbed hold of one end of the dildo and Vivi had a short lived tug of war for possession, Vivi lost her temper, doubly so when the dildo was ripped from her paws and the lupine tried to scarper with it.

“ENOUGH!” she snarled, and Wummy’s tentacles responded, exploding outward in all directions and grabbing hold of the girls, lifting them up into the air, tentacles wrapping around waists and limbs, incredibly strong and completely unstoppable.

“The lot of you are clearly obsessed-”

“I’m the most obsessed so give them to me!”

Vivi carefully ignored that cry. “-And seem like you have been reading a tad too much newsletter without proper relief.”

“Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing. I don't care if you’ve been jilling your brains out over Fey, that’s not my problem. But I do want to start a business selling my new product, and, I, hmm, I need some test subjects.”

Octavia raised a hand from where she was suspended in the air.

“Does this have to include me?”

“You don't want to be the first ever in the world to try the brand new world first Fey dildo?”

“Sorry, I misspoke, I meant to say: Why doesn't this include me more?”

Vivi nodded.

“Well, first things first you lot: Sit and watch me work. Quietly mind, I don't want to hear a peep or word of complaint.”

The club muttered darkly but didn’t resist as Wummy placed them on the counters and workbenches, one next to the other until there were eighteen girls sitting on three separate long counter tops, their legs dangling down over the edges.

Vivi narrowed her eyes at them, watching to see they weren't about to jump down and start running around like headless chickens. Eventually convinced they weren't she turned, looking to start work.

She was met however by a grey haired dwarf, his arms crossed over his chest, a particularly grumpy look on his face.

“Lass, just what in the hell is it ya think you're doin? You’re little gang here ‘as destroyed my workshop, utter destruction! You know how much all this is gonna cost?...... And why do you have a slime monster about yer’ body? I ‘avent seen anything quite like it afore!”

A tentacle tip gave the dwarf a friendly wave. He glared at it.

“I know you're an artificer so you would have accidentally blown half this stuff up yourself at some point anyway, I know what artificers are like buddy. I was in an adventuring band with one for a while, he thought explosive potions were going to revolutionise adventuring. It took nearly a year for me to grow all my fur back from the three jobs I went on with him.”

“Weaponized explosive potions? Madness. Far too unstable, just the slightest knock or vibration would... but maybe with a unicorn marrow particle stabiliser… perhaps blended with an acid balance refined from a-”

“From a desert aracha, yeah, he wouldn't shut up about it.”

“Aye? And it worked? I'd like to meet this fella, to try such a thing, very bold.”

“It didn't work, and it worked the leastest on the third job when he exploded himself into a fine red mist that covered half the forest.”

“Ah, may he rest in peace, an artificer's curiosity is often their demise, it is the only way to go really.”

“Cool,” said Vivi, starting to turn away, considering their talk at an end and wanting to get to work.

The dwarf crossed his arms harder and blew air out his nose. “No, not ‘cool’ lass, this is still my shop and I’d like to know what the hells you’re gonna do about all this damage, doesn't matter if I was gonna blow up some ‘er it myself, it's still mine to blow up.”

Vivi turned to look at Ellaria, then glanced down at the dimensional bag at her side meaningfully.

“You brought them in here Vi, and after you burned down that blacksmith you aren't exactly in my good books, plus do you have any idea how much it cost to rebuild that inn? In the end we do need an awful lot of money to pay for this damnable arch-soulomancer,” murmured Ellaria.

The vulpine let out a long pained groan, “Fiiiiiine.” Then she sighed and reluctantly turned back to the dwarf. “How would you want to become a partner in my new business endeavour, get in on the ground floor before this blows up, and it will totally blow up, and not in an explosive potion kind of way.”

“....I’m listening.”

“I want to... well, just watch me and you’ll see, you’ll understand.”

This time she turned toward the workbench without interruption. As they had been speaking Wummy’s tentacles had been working and had gathered everything she needed, rows and rows of buckets and vats, huge blocks of wood and hundreds of carving tools.

Vivi picked up a pair of tools and twirled them in paw.

“Ready Wummy? On three, two, one!”

The tentacles immediately surged forward, a block of wood was lunged for and slammed into position in front of Vivi. Alongside it twenty four tentacles grabbed hold of twenty four carving implements and together with Vivi exploded into action, the wooden block shredding in moments, a hail of wooden chunks flying in all directions causing the audience to lift their arms protectively.

As that was happening tentacles were working with the vats, dipping the original wooden carving into one after the other then pulling the levers on the side, steam billowing into the air as the sides fell away revealing white cubes in two parts within. The cubes were then moved over to the side where they joined the original white cube which a bucket of steaming purple goo was being poured into. They too had buckets of various coloured goo poured into them and then the freezing charm was slapped atop each, one cube after the other. They were then pulled apart and a new fresh glossy dildo pulled free and stacked to one side.

Vivi finished with her carving as this was happening. The original carving she had made had been a little over a foot long, this one was smaller, about seven inches, a micro Fey penis, small enough that she had been able to carve two lengths from the same block of wood, the second length was the largest of the now three carvings, a foot and a half long, eighteen inches.

The two new wooden dildos were snatched up and added to the frantic assembly line, each being dunked into vats, steam exploding everywhere as cast after cast was made of them, then those casts being added to the moulding queue.

Vivi didn't even look up, more blocks of wood being shoved into paws reach, her motions fluidly moving from the first block onto the next and the stream of wood chips continued unabated. The block of wood rapidly disintegrated down into a form hidden inside that only she knew.

Soon another carving was added, then another, and another, and another. Some of the girls were picked up and shoved aside, making room for more work space, more assembly line.

The Dwarf and the Fey Hunting Club watched with round eyes, mouths hanging open slightly at the furious pace of work, already so many dildos stacked up that they were spilling off the sides of the workbenches and onto the floor.

And then many many carvings later… it was done. Vivi slammed down her tools onto the workbench and let out an exhausted breath.

“Phew.” She looked to her side. A mound of dildos. She looked to her other side. Another mound of dildos, she looked past that, a huge stack of white casting cubes that covered a work bench's surface stacked a half dozen high, many more of them scattered across the tables.

“Uh, maybe I got a little bit carried away…”

“A little carried away?! You’ve used my entire bloody supply of rubber making materials- making bloody horse sausages!!”

“Yeah, pretty cool huh?” said Vivi, giving him a foxish grin.

“That’s it! I’m calling the city guard, I've ‘ad just about enuf of this!”

“Why? You're looking at treasure, treasure that you get a cut of.”

“This isn't treasure, this is obscenity! Perversion!”

Vivi rolled her eyes and turned to the Fey Hunting Club.

“Who here would buy a dildo of Fey’s dick?”

“Me!”

“MEMEMEMEMEME!”

“How much for every single one?”

“What’s your policy on scalping? These are limited edition correct?”

“I’ll take one, but uh, which one? There's so many.”

“I’ll take ten! Here take my money! Take it!”

Vivi gestured at eager faces, ignoring the yellow scaled lizard girl trying to force coins into her paws.

“Just, ah, ignore the shop damage, or whatever, and you can handle the continued production while getting a cut, easy deal right?”

“For just these few customers it is not enough to cover all of the damage.”

“Well yeah, that's why it’s going to be way more than this lot, way more. Speaking of which, time to do some assessment, there's only one way to figure out what the most in demand model will be, and that's with product testing.”

The dwarf eyed the girls, then eyed Vivi, and then the piles of dildos, some newer shrewder calculation happening behind his eyes.

“I... suppose I can see some potential profitability, and I must admit my curiosity has been tickled... Perhaps I could make some improvements to my rubber solution. Hmm.”

As he stroked his beard in thought Wummy’s tentacles were advancing on the girls sitting along the counter tops, tentacles lunging forward and eliciting yelps, grabbing hold of skirts and yanking them around ankles after tugging off shoes and socks, or finding the bottoms of shorts and slipping up inside, flexing and tearing the cloth apart. Then came panties, which were nothing under the unstoppable tentacles, ripped aside in a moment, shredded panties fluttering through the air and leaving naked exposed hips behind, girl after girl had their bottom half left entirely bare.

As that was happening tentacles were grabbing up dildos, picking through them until they had a few of every variety. There were a lot of varieties. The tentacles shifted, their ends bulging outward and then engulfing the base of each dildo until each tentacle was tipped with a horse dick. Then they turned their attention to the girls.

Vivi scratched her nose thoughtfully and peered at the yellow scaled lizard girl in front of her. A green dildo was held in front of her snatch, her legs stretched out to either side, tentacles wrapped around her ankles, her back flat on top the counter. She gulped noisily, looking down her flat chest at the length aimed at her cunny.

“So this model has nodules on it, yeah Fey doesn't have that for real, but it's not like it’s ever going to be as intense as doing it for real with Fey would be, so why not?”

“N-nodules?” squeaked the lizard girl peering down at the length which indeed had rows of small bumps up its seven inch length.

“Yup, for extra pleasure!”

The tentacle abruptly thrust forward and the lithe lizard girl wailed as she was stretched around the dildo, her labia slopping around each nub one after the other, then wailed again and again as the dildo was roughly dragged free and piledriver plunged back in.

Vivi nodded and scribbled a note on a clipboard Wummy had produced.

“Good, good, excellent reaction.”

She turned to the next girl, a purple furred, probably dyed, minotaur who had a particularly large dildo pistoning in and out of her pussy, the length large enough that a very slight bulge was appearing in her midriff with each thrust, her hands clawing desperately at the shape, fingers being pushed at each time it hilted. The dildo had two medial rings instead of the usual one.

“And how would you rate this?”

“F-FIve out of Fiiiive stars, hnngffff!”

She turned to the next

“Okay, and you, what you would you rate yours?”

“A-ALSO FIVE!” the human girl had to shout to be heard as the chorus of howls around them was getting louder and louder as every one of the girls was being plunge fucked by horse cock tipped tentacles, rows of wet pussies being ruthlessly slammed with relentless pounding strokes and rutted by endless dildos of different sizes and modifications, legs splayed wide as hips shook and thrust, dildos glossy with their exuberant lubrication. The air was quickly becoming thick with the scent of sex.

Vivi set her lips in a line.

“Do any of you have less than five out of five stars to give?”

A wall of voices replied with a very definitive no and suggestions of tens out of fives, as well as various scattered wails of “FEYYY!”

“This isn't going to be a very productive product testing if you all give everything full marks you know.”

The tentacle holding her clipboard waved for attention then pointed at one girl then another.

“Ah, a comparative test, that would be perfect. Go on then.”

The tentacles suddenly all ripped free from their assigned pussies in the same motion, sprinkles of fluid flinging into the air, and moved to the next girl along, a switch up for each of them. A chorus of wails rose and then broke as they were each freshly penetrated by a new dildo.

Vivi turned back to the Yellow scaled lizard girl. “Better or worse?”

“B-better! Oh my gods why does this one have a clit rubbing thingggggyyy!!!”

A long ridged ‘arm’ protruding from the base of the length rubbed past her clit. Each time the tentacle drove the length inside the laddered texture rubbing past her stiff nub also. It wasn't long before she screamed and a spray of clear fluid exploded around the length, spattering clear fluid over Vivi’s white fur and onto Wummy’s tentacles which happily absorbed the fluid and then cleaned the rest of Vivi.

The vulpine scribbled something on the clipboard and moved onto the next subject.

She moved from girl to girl, making notes, then having the dildos shift girl again, slowly building up a picture of which was most popular, and which size was most comfortable for what body type. Without Fey’s strange elasticity magic the constraints were far more limiting despite how enthusiastic the cries for increased size were.

They were so into it that it took a few moments for them to notice that water was roaring through the destroyed shop front door, a wash that spilled around the workbenches as a river of water passed by outside.

As the river started to lower, and the water that reached up past Vivi’s ankles started to recede, a heavy body crashed up against the exterior windows which had been exposed by the water washing away the artificer’s collection of junk outside.

A heavy grey skinned body.

With a trumpet of distress the Luxodon stumbled through the doorway and fell against one of the workbenches. With her came a few strange fish, ugly sharp fanged things that had tendrils on their foreheads, a small bulb of light at the tip. One of them flopped close to the luxodon and suddenly bit her.

The luxodon did not appreciate this very much and with a roar snatched the fish up and threw it to the ground where she then stamped on it so hard it pancaked. She followed this up by hurling the other remaining fish across the room where they splatted against the stone wall.

Breathing hard she finally seemed to realise where she was, and what was happening.

Eighteen girls still being vigorously pumped with dildos by Wummy stared back at her.

“What- what is this?! I chase and fail to catch that provocative centaur, then a god damned tidal wave appears out of nowhere, and now, now I come back to find I could have been getting some this entire time? This endless teasing is INFURIATING!”

She trumpeted loudly, the sound deafening in the closed space.

Vivi scratched her cheek and looked over her notes, then up at the nine foot tall elephant girl. “Well I still have the full life sized dildo, no one here is able to take it... but with your size…”

“The same as the centaur’s? Yes, You will give me this fox thing or I will stomp you into foxy paste.”

“Er…” said Vivi as the Loxodon approached. She didn't walk around the workbenches and counters, instead she simply walked through them, utterly uncaring, her powerful legs crushing the wood to splinters, her feet crashing through panels and pillars like they were nothing.

“Wummy?” Vivi murmured. The slime moved and grabbed up an enormous length of rubber that had been laid out separately on one of the workbenches, a blue and pink marbled mix of rubber, a massive three and a half foot long perfect replica of Fey’s dick.

The immense thing needed more than one tentacle to move it and stop it flopping around.

The Luxodon stared at it, her breath practically steaming the air, hands curling and uncurling into fists over and over.

“Mine. This. Is. Mine.”

“No! My dick!” shouted the diminutive Rebecca. With a yelp she ripped the triple pronged dildo in her pussy free and leapt for the super sized dildo, fully wrapping her body around it in a full body hug, thighs and arms squeezing tight, desperately clutching it with everything she had.

Vivi was pretty sure the luxodon’s eyes were starting to turn red with berserk rage seeing this and out of concern for the dogkin’s continued existence she had Wummy gently peel her away from the enormous dildo. The dogkin mewled and cried, tears in the corners of her eyes. It did make her feel a little bad to see.

A tentacle tapped her on the shoulder and pointed at something on the workbench.

“Ah, that could work, and that is something I do need to test for.”

Rebecca blinked as leather belts suddenly appeared around her waist, wrapping around her thighs and hips too, multiple layers of them, more belts then appeared connecting them, and then a large steel metal ring that sat over her crotch.

The full sized Fey dildo was carefully lowered into place and attached, slotting onto the ring, an absolute monster of a strap on, a dick hanging from the dogkin’s hips that quite literally hung past her toes.

Once that was done she was carefully lowered to the ground. Fully standing the end of the dildo rested partly on the floor despite her standing at her full height, like a third leg except larger than her regular legs. She looked down at it, not quite sure what to make of it. Then, experimenting, she tried moving her hips. The extremely heavy dildo nearly dragged her off her feet with its momentum and she had to use it to prop herself up, like a tripod.

Her chance to get accustomed to the thing was only short lived however as a massive set of grey fingers wrapped around her throat. She let out a squawk of fright as she was lifted into the air and brought to a height with the nine foot tall luxodon.

Two huge amber eyes stared directly into hers, eyes surrounded by grey skin, a head framed by a pair of enormous elephant ears threaded with gold rings and chains, and in front a heavy trunk that moved, the tip just touching at the base of the huge dildo below, a reach due to having to stretch down between a pair of breasts that the dogkin could potentially fit inside of curled up. The white cotton shirt she wore was stretched absurdly tight over her chest, long horizontal creases in the fabric between each fist sized nipple stiff and rigid, their diamond hardness straining against the cloth.

“Such a small thing you are but with a male luxodon sized member. I suppose you will do. Prepare yourself, this will be a mortal experience.”

The dogkin made a strangled noise, her eyes bugging out of her head, managing to get out a quietly wheezed, “C-can't breathe- H-Heather-”

Heather ignored this and moved, finding a bench that was lower than the others. She slammed the dogkin down on it, the strapon flopping over her body. Then Heather’s free hand moved to her own hips, her shorts, which she grabbed hold of and then promptly ripped apart, tossing the shreds aside. Her pussy was revealed, her muff reddened and puffy, lines of clear fluid spilling down her inner thighs, dozens of long strands of gel like fluid hanging down from her swollen pink labia, some reaching as much as two foot long before they snapped and splattered across the massive rubber horse cock. At the top of her puss a clitoris the size of a human girl's fist stood angry and proud, throbbing in time with her beating heart.

The dogkin stared up at this starved pussy, the result of a luxodon driven to distraction so far from home.

Heather’s free hand grabbed hold of the dildo and lifted it, slapping it up against her belly and then bending it so it slipped between her vast trunk like thighs. The broad tip scraped past her folds and in mere moments the entire length was coated with wet, glossy and slick with her juices. The luxodon lowered herself and a long suffering groan spilled from her mouth, her eyes closing as her pussy was slowly parted by a suitably sized member.

“Godssss I needed this. There has been too many unsatisfied heats in these long years, and those graphic stories people keep handing me have stirred my latest heat into a volcanic storm. Truly I am going to relish this.” She opened her eyes and looked down at the dogkin. “Make your peace dogthing for you will die during this mating, your fragile body is not strong enough to withstand my lust.”

“Eep?!” squeaked Rebecca, unable to properly speak around the luxodon’s crushing fingers.

“Strange final words, but as you wish.”

Without pause she grunted and slammed her hips down, massive muscular thighs tensing as she speared herself on horse dick dildo.

The dogkin made a muffled cry of alarm, her tiny body only able to quiver as a pair of planet sized buttocks meteored unstoppably down to crush her pelvis to dust.

At the last possible moment came a flash of white and a rush of tentacles washed between them. The luxodon’s hips slammed home against a cage of glossy tentacles at the base, her fat clit slapping down hard against the dogkin’s naked belly hard enough to leave a bruise and eliciting a yelp.

Heather didn't pause and hauled herself up, a full three and a half feet of dick being pulled from her clinging puss, a froth of juices appearing around where her folds fitted suction-seal tight, so tight in fact that her inner folds were being pulled free from her muff as the length was forcibly dragged out and with it a waterfall of her lubricant.

She reached the tip and with a grunt slammed back down in one go, this time even harder, several more tentacles having to join the cage and reinforce it against the crushing force.

The workbench she straddled began to break apart, long cracks appearing, more as Heather slammed down again and again, each time harder and harder, more tentacles required each time to protect the dogkin from being flattened, her bones from being broken. It took less than a dozen crashing thrusts before the workbench abruptly gave up the ghost and collapsed in a pile of splinters.

Heather snarled in frustration and released her hold on the dogkin’s neck, instead taking hold of her wrists in one hand and her ankles in the other. She bent down, dragging the strapon down from her puss, then yanked it up, slamming it up into herself by way of the dogkin, her belly visibly bulging out, a tube of distended flesh rising from her mons up her her belly, pushing out her belly button and then disappearing out of view beneath her breasts, then as she hauled the dogkin down the tube of distention could be seen descending, the shape of the dildo pulling free clearly visible.

“My arms!” Shrieked Rebecca in clear pain, “S-stop! You're going to dislocate my arms!!”

“I Will Never!” Roared Heather, “You are my toy and I shall break you upon my body!”

She bellowed and began to haul up the dogkin, but then a white tentacle appeared in front of her eyes and she paused. The tentacle seemed to give her a long judgemental look... and then it poked her in the eye.

Heather roared in pain and lurched back, dropping Rebecca, as she did so the tentacles took hold of her and ripped her, along with the dildo, free from Heather's enormous pussy, pulling the dogkin into the air, where more tentacles joined her, many many more tentacles.

Heather was turned away and carefully touching at her eye, blinking away the pain.

When she at last recovered she turned around to find that Rebecca had disappeared. In her place stood a writhing thing, a mass of layered tentacles that vaguely resembled the shape of the dogkin but much much larger.

After a moment of roiling the tentacles parted near the top and Rebecca’s surprised looking face appeared.

“What are you d-doing you crazy slime monster!?” she keened trying to look down at her tentacle wrapped body.

The tentacles responded to her voice and with an audible ‘gloop’ they abruptly glooped together, tentacles forming into one mass, a blobby soft shaped super sized version of the dogkin beneath, just her head poking free at the top of the large white slime bodysuit. The suit was so large that her head was now of a height with Heather’s, their eyes level. Like the dogkin the body suit had a tail, but the bodysuits tail instead split into dozens of tentacles which ran back to an alarmed Vivi’s pussy. Lastly, between the new slime legs, a monstrous horse dildo hung well past the knees.

Rebecca blinked rapidly as she became a little more accustomed to being enveloped, and then she experimentally moved. A huge white hand blobby moved up in front of her face.

“Ooh! This is so weird!”

A faint Squee! Came from the bodysuit in reply.

“I can feel you all over my skin, even in my belly button and uh... erm, did you h-have to put tentacles inside of my uhm, lower holes too?

A louder more insistent SQUEE! Came from within the suit.

“Okay okay!”

“What is this nonsense,” gravelled Heather. “You mock me with a weak and pathetic slime monster?”

She strode forward and one meaty fist lunged for Rebecca’s throat, about to close tight, crushing her windpipe.

A glossy white blob hand intercepted it, catching the huge grey hand and stopping it dead in its tracks.

The luxodon blinked in surprise, then a flash of anger crossed her expression.

“You dare try to resist me?!” she curled her fingers to crush the hand to paste.

The slime squeezed inward a little bit, but then stopped, the luxodon finding she was simply unable to crush it further.

A dangerously threatening and slower ‘Squeeee.’ sound came from within the suit.

Heather surprised at the resistance bulled on and rocked her weight forward, trying to drive Wummy and Rebecca down to the ground through force, pushing her down with sheer mass and strength.

Instead the bodysuit remained unmoving, unaffected, and then it began to push back. The luxodon looked on in horror as the hand of the suit squeezed against her own with an unimaginable force, the sound of her finger bones popping sounding loudly throughout the room. Then Rebecca flung her arm to the side.

The astonished luxodon was ripped off her feet and smashed through the nearest workbench.

Rebecca gasped in delight and Wummy Squee’d! Encouragingly.

“You- you can't do this! This isn't possible! I am the strongest thing I have known outside the jungles, a mere slime-

“A mere slime and me are about to teach you a lesson!”

She dragged the luxodon through the room, smashing her against bench after bench, table after table like a ragdoll, sending girls still being ravaged by tentacles squawking as they were dragged out of the way by Wummy’s non-suit tentacles.

A huge stone furnace lay at one end of the room and with casual ease the luxodon was picked up and slammed against the solid piece of granite, dust falling from the ceiling with the devastating impact.

Rebecca gazed down at Heather, an almost manic light in her eyes.

“Not getting fucked by Fey kinda sucks, but maybe giving you the hardest fucking of your life with her dick wouldn't be so bad, you big bully! You’ve never been nice in our club, you’re always being a massive asshole to everyone!”

The luxodon stared up at her bug eyed then glanced down in horror as huge fat tentacles emerged from the white suit’s mass and took hold of the horse dildo dangling between the suit’s legs, neatly spiralling down its length all the way to the tip and making it significantly thicker. Then, tentacles flexing hard, it lifted, the three and half foot length rising up into the air, a massive stiff thing that slapped down heavily against Heather’s belly.

“W-wait h-hold on a second now! That's thicker than a male luxodon’s m-m-much th-th-thicker!”

“But I thought you were in need?” said the dogkin, her lower lip protruding and her brows coming together in sympathy.

“Yes! B-but that will tear me- I haven't been made more s-stretchable like the newsletter stories, I- d-don't know-”

“Oh but your poor pussy is like a waterfall, just bawling and crying in need, your cute little clitty looks like it's going to pop even!”

The luxodon gave her an aghast look at her particular choice of language but couldn't deny that her core was more heated than ever, having such a huge hulking thing over top of her hadn't happened since she had inhabited the jungles. She shivered unwillingly and swallowed, throat dry. No, this was far too much, even as she stared more tentacles wrapped around the cock, thickening it even further

She shook her head frantically, ears and trunk flapping wildly.

“S-Stop!”

Rebecca lifted her hips back and the massive tentacle wrapped length slipped between Heather’s thighs.

“NUUUUUUU!” squealed the panicking elephant girl, hands frantically trying to push the suit off but finding it far beyond her strength.

Rebecca thrust her hips forward and the massive tip now pointed with tentacle tips slammed into Heather’s sloppy folds, the unimaginable strength behind it instantly parting her lips and forcing the length inside, stretching her wiiiiide.

“AAAIIEIEIEEEEEEEE!!!!” howled the luxodon, throwing her head back in a feminine scream as her belly bulged out far more than before, the huge spiralling tentacles clearly visible and defined through her flesh, the tower rising up her midriff, belly button popping out as she was stretched to her absolute limit.

“Ooh wummy, I can feel it too! It's like it's double ended and another end is in me!”

Squee! Said Wummy helpfully as she stirred up the dogkin’s pussy.

“G-go s-slooooooow!” wailed the luxodon as Rebecca hauled her hips back, a tsunami of the elephant girl’s juices washing free with her length to splash noisily against the floor.

“No, Faster!” cried the dogkin, happily slamming her hips back up into Heather causing her to trumpet, her ears flapping around her head as her body convulsed.

The luxodon completely beyond all sense now could only look down flabbergasted at her bulging belly, each fat spiralling tentacle outlined in her tummy.

And then the tentacles began to spin.

Slow at first, then faster, they rotated around the horse dick at their core, the turning motion visible through her flesh, her insides being stirred and stimulated like nothing she had ever felt before, drilling into her pussy faster and faster.

The luxodon threw her head back and screamed with a voice she hadn't known she had possessed, a high pitched howl, her entire body thrashing, hands desperately grasping and clawing at the back of the body suit, eyes rolled up into her head, trunk grasping blindly at Rebecca’s exposed head.

And then... Rebecca stopped… and began to pull free.

“Oh gods! Don't pull out! F-fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can! I c-can't-! I- I NEED THIS FEELING!”

Rebecca squinted at her.

“Beg.”

“Please Rebecca!! I’ll do anything! Anything! I’ll be nice to everyone! Just rut me with that impossible twisting turning coiling thing!” her pussy seemed to agree, clutching and suckling meekly, desperately trying to stop Rebecca from pulling out

“... Okay!” said Rebecca with an innocent smile, eyes closed.

She slammed her hips so hard into the luxodon’s pussy that the furnace tore from its foundations and was rocked across the floor. That was then followed up with long pistoning pounding, slamming between the elephant girl’s thighs, each feral stroke shoving the enormous granite furnace further across the ground.

“Hnnnnggghhhh-ah-HNNNNNNNNNN!”

Wailed Heather, biting down on her tongue, trying not to scream, which she just barely managed, that is until a half dozen tentacles burst from the suits midriff and lunged for her fist sized clit, instantly wrapping it brutally tight and then shifting up and down in quick violent little jerks, furiously masturbating her.

This was all too much for the luxodon and her eyes rolled up into her head as her legs wrapped around the suit’s back, powerful squirt exploding over and over around the suit only to be instantly gobbled up and absorbed by the glossy white.

Heather’s voice rose to a peak as the thrusting hammered into her all the faster, the slap slap slap of slime on flesh, her globular ass cheeks wobbling like jelly as her chest reeled across her torso, first one huge nipple then the other slipping free from the white cotton until bother her breasts were exposed and flinging around madly as her pussy was slam hammered over and over, the spiralling tentacles spinning ever faster and then along every tentacle length nubs started to grow, little bulges growing from the surface and scraping against her inner walls, even the clit tentacles grew nubs as they went to town ravaging the swollen hard thing, practically strangling it, yet more tentacles emerge from the body suit, attaching around her pussy all just needed to keep up with how hard the elephant girl was squirting now, her pussy spasming hysterically as clear fluid sprayed violently in every direction only to be scooped up by glossy tentacles which then attached and began pumping greedily at her pussy, encouraging her to squirt even harder.

Sky filling mega fireworks exploded non-stop in Heather’s mind and her voice climbed higher still, becoming a howling shriek-

“h-aaah-ah..AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH-!!!

-And then abruptly cut off as she passed out.

Wummy and Rebecca came to a slow halt as they realised she was no longer responding to their thrusts.

The dogkin looked down at the limp form of the luxodon. A tentacle appearing beside her head and peered down with her.

“Ooh. I think she’s going to be a useless fainting mess if she ever does it for real with Fey.”

“Squee!”