Chapter 37 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Flora loots a group of teenagers of their cum to their dismay, and causes the teenagers to make future plans. Ellaria acquires a Dress that is more beautiful than should be possible from Harry.

Now, Chapter 37:

Fey hadn't been having the best of times recently. First she had been chased around the city by a half mad loxodon who wanted to shatter her hips in the bedroom, then she had been accused of breaking a valuable magical lock (Totally not her fault! There were extenuating circumstances!), and then finally she had been washed through the city by a mysterious tidal wave that had left her bedraggled and gasping like a beached fish in a part of the city she didn’t know. All very bad and not nice things!

She had suffered a miserable and soggy trek back through the city and gotten very lost, her horse cock for once actually flaccid and in keeping with her mood.

She had failed to find the artificers, and with it the rest of the band, but she had eventually stumbled on landmarks she recognised and made her way to Rina’s mansion under the assumption the others would eventually make their way there. She had spotted a huge bellied Flora along with several huge bellied teenagers as she had stumbled through the mansion so she supposed she was correct on that one.

Exhausted and filthy she had slipped into one of the mansion's enormous bathing pools. The room was filled with scented candles and the floor and water were scattered with fragrant petals. It had been exactly what she needed to soothe the bruises and aches from being bashed against various walls by the flood of water. She tried to recall what the hell had happened as she started to drift off in the deliciously warm bath. There had been a vast person washed away by the wave that she thought she had half hallucinated, a girl the size of buildings with fins and thick thighs the size of rooms.

Maybe she had hit her head harder than she thought. She hadn't seen a sign that the enormous person was still there after she had started walking around, surely there would have been some sign of that, if the giant girl had stood she would have been visible above rooftops! She could only assume they had vanished… or that she was crazy.

In any case, and more importantly, what had happened to Kayla? She hoped the otterkin was okay. She had searched for her, but with the chaos of the city it seemed a hopeless task. The wave of water had been like kicking a beehive, everything in turmoil and chaos and people everywhere.

The last thought she had before sleep took her away was that it was a bit of a strange coincidence that the wave had come just as the otterkin had run off to get a new class.

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Fey awoke in the morning finding the bathing pool still quite comfortable and warm but the skin of her upper body now wrinkled with the wet.

With a groan she climbed free and gathered together all the towels left out and dumped them over herself, wrapping herself as best she could manage.

She trotted from the room to find a servant waiting patiently outside holding a tray with a huge steaming mug of hot coffee sitting on it. Fey took the drink with a murmured thank you, still not quite used to the sheer extravagance of Rina’s estate. The servant bowed politely.

“Your comrades in arms are awaiting you in lounge fifty three. If you would follow me.”

She wandered after the servant through the extensive mansion. Their destination was some distance away. The trip was quiet apart from at one point when a service trolley rounded the corner ahead. At first Fey thought the trolley was moving on its own as nobody was pushing the thing. But then her gaze was drawn down and she spotted the small herd of miniature stallions harnessed to it, a pair of miniature and adorable minotaurs sat on the cart's edge directing the herd of stallions with reins.

Fey’s mouth hung open as they passed by, the clatter of the stallions' tiny hooves on the marble like a spring rain before they disappeared around the next corner.

“Uhm?”

The servant glanced back at her then shrugged. “Understaffed. We’re taking any help we can get these days. That lot are rather, well, extremely simple minded and dim but a few dangled carrots and they got the idea.”

“...I ...See?” said Fey, not really seeing at all. Her attempted murderers had apparently gone from bloodthirsty grizzled assassins to happily working for the mansion as servants. She knew that the effect she had when touching males changed their demeanour rather a lot. Apparently the head housekeeper had seen an opportunity in that.

They continued on until she came to a large comfortable lounge and found the other members of Magic Mog draped across various pieces of furniture wearing dressing gowns and towels and likewise nursing coffees.

Rina wasn't there or anywhere that she had seen, but that wasn't that surprising, the lamia did have a business to tend to after all.

Fey trotted over to a large chaise made for centaurs and gracefully flopped onto it.

“So uhm, you might be wondering why you were washed away in a tidal wave yesterday, Fey.”

Fey turned her head to see Lily. The otterkin was awkwardly leaning to her side, seemingly supported against thin air. Fey realised It must be Kayla that she was resting against. Lily was clearly extremely relieved that she was okay.

Lily's breasts had grown again and they spilled over the edge of the couch being supported below by two dozen teddy bears, who had also taken the time to wrap them in towels hiding them mostly from sight… It required a lot of towels, and the shape of her nipples were very clearly outlined.

“I was swept away while- while having s-se- uhh, d-doing something, and, uhm, then I ended up lost for hours in this gigantic never ending city!  It was not a nice experience!”

There was a small whimper from the invisible Kayla, clearly she was feeling guilty.

“S-sorry! I- I didn't mean to, it’s just I didn't know what I was doing with my new Class and-”

“You have a new Class?” came Ellaria’s voice, suddenly very interested. The elf was wrapped in pink towels, even her hair, and had an extra large mug of coffee that she was closely nursing, the steam washing over her face.

“Ah- y-yes, when me and Fey ran away from that loxodon we ended up in a Class library and I happened to find a Class that fit my Affinity so I- uh, well, I took it, in the spur of the moment. I just couldn't leave it there! I simply couldn't keep going without one!”

“A Class you picked yourself on a whim? I fear for how useful this Class of yours will be Kayla. What did you pick? A berserker or something even less fitting? A harpoonist? Something else with terrible affinity?”

“Uhm, well I think I might have a really really good Affinity for it, I remember the Affinity crystal flashing bright then shattering to pieces!”

“Oh?” said Ellaria, leaning forward with interest.

“Yes! It’s, well, I’m a Summoner! I can summon things!”

There was a collective pause.

“That… could actually be quite useful...” murmured Ellaria.

“Your Class is like the stone, the one that summons insane humans from the other continent?” said Fey.

“S-sort of? I can only summon monsters like a regular normal Summoner. At least, I think.”

“Show us!” said Lily bouncing on the spot and sending the teddybears lifting her breasts reeling.

“W-well I think Summoners are supposed to do it through summoning stones and I made a mistake trying to do it without one, uhm, I should maybe wait… I didn't mean for the water to appear...”

“Hang on, you summoned all that water?” said Fey round eyed, “Aren't you only level one?!”

“Yes,” whispered Kayla faintly, “Maybe I’m not supposed to be able to do that until a higher level, that's why I couldn't control it, or something, I- I don't know... “

“That is not how I have heard the summoner Class works. It is summoning via a specially prepared stone or nothing,” said Ellaria tapping her mug with her index finger. “Curious. I suppose it would be best for you to leave it for now as you say, after this ceremony we will look into acquiring some blank summoning stones for you to practice on as is the norm for summoners. The sooner you can summon your first monster to fight for us the better.”

“Mhmm!” said Kayla more brightly than Fey had heard her in some time, real joy in her voice.

Lily hugged her invisible sister tight.

“You’re going to have competition soon Wummy,” murmured Vivi. The vulpine was ensconced in a marshmallow of cushions cradled in a giant chair built for Lamias. Dozens of glossy white tentacles flowed and snaked around the cushions and pillows, each of them holding up brushes and combs and scissors, working as one to trim and cut the vulpine’s fur into perfect neatness, catching the trimmings in a little bag as they worked. One tentacle held up a mug from which the vulpine lazily sipped before returning to her drawings. “You won't be the only monster in the band.”

Fey could just see what she was drawing from this angle and was puzzled as to why the vulpine was drawing what looked like variations of a horse penis along with noted prices for each one.

Ellaria gave Vivi a sour look. “The slime monster is not part of the band Vivi, she’s a damned monst-!”

Ding ding ding!

Ellaria paused as a ringing filled the room and a servant slipped inside.

“Miss Ellaria, it appears that the Band you had been expecting have arrived.”

“Ah, that would be the Hammer Horns. Magic Mog, get your shit together, we’ve got medals to collect! Try to look at least a little respectable.”

“And Flora?”

A distant cry of “MOAAARR!” echoed through the mansion, just reaching them, along with a chorus of teenage screams.

“...Flora will be sitting this one out.”

A little while later and Fey found herself leaving the estate’s front gates and entering the city. She tried her best to ignore skin coloured dome that could just be seen over the estate’s walls. Flora at that size was not suitable for medal ceremonies.

Fey had acquired new clothes, a large blouse, which she rather suspected had belonged to Rina judging by how well it fit her vast chest, as well as a wide brimmed summer hat.

Lily and Vivi had needed much more unique clothing considering their sizes, but having an army of servants meant that anything could be sown to fit with enough effort and light white cotton had been cut to cover their nakedness, huge swaths of tight fitting cotton cupping belly and chest, Vivi wearing a long summery dress that hid a writhing boiling mass of tentacles between her legs.

Ellaria however was wearing her normal adventuring gear, practical leathers and blouse. It still looked amazing on her.

Fey was finding movement a little awkward as the minotaur girls Astrid, Baerinda, and Chloe were sticking to her like glue. She hadn't seen them since the trip to kill the Kobogons and apparently they had missed her a great deal, rushing up to her as soon as they spotted her and running their hands all over her muscular stallion half, feeling her muscles and cooing approvingly.

“I’m a little mad at you three,” mumbled Fey, blushing under the attention. She hated to admit it but their affectionate touching was kind of nice.

“What why?” said Astrid as she pressed her breasts up against Fey’s front and looked up at her with big eyes.

“You told that newsletter everything that happened!” she lowered her voice, “What if your bandmates read it!”

“Oh, that,” grumbled Baerinda. “I got talked into giving away the story, not my fault. Don't have to worry about them reading it though, why would they? They aren't exactly the target audience...”

“Aha, that was probably mostly me,” said Chloe the water mage, “I couldn't stop thinking about how juicy a jilling material it was and how there would be so many who would never hear of the time the mighty Fey dominated a cute little water mage… also the money they offered was insane. But mostly I wanted to help horny women in need! Mostly!”

Fey could only sigh and shake her head as she followed after Ellaria.

She had to bat away a number of naked Baerinda illusions that only she could see as she went. The illusions were putting on a strip show, a very very lurid one. She somehow managed to avoid looking at the illusions, just, and she remained flaccid, much to the minotaurs girl’s audible disappointment.

Braddox and Ellaria led them, the two captains cutting through the streets like a knife through butter, people scrambling to get out of the way of the pair's striding path. That suited Fey just fine. The captains combined with her current rare flaccidness meant that there wasn't a crowd of random horny girls chasing her tail, not counting the three minotaur girls.

Their destination soon came into view, a huge public square that was… very crowded. Fey felt her stomachs turn as she realised just how many people there were in the crowd. Really, there were just so many people! Thousands! Everyone from the poorest to the noblest who stood in their own section of raised stands.

She found it hard to believe that this many people had turned out just for them, but then the reason as to why that might be stood on the stage at the end of the square.

Lady Alexandria loomed over all, her massive nine and a half foot of height boosted further by the stage making her presence unavoidable. She utterly dominated the square and made Fey all the more nervous.

The dragoness was wearing her usual partial plate lorica armour with carriage crushing sword slung behind her back. Didn't she have any non-military clothing? Despite it being armour it only seemed to emphasise the dragoness’s massive flaring hips and astonishingly large chest covered in cream white scales, cream white scales that covered her front to and were framed by her violet scaled back and sides. If that loxodon looked like she could break a person's hips then this dragoness looked like she could crater them into the earth’s mantel.

Alexandria raised her hand with a smirk and the crowd roared.

“We’re supposed to go out in front of all those people?! With that crazy dragoness?!” whisper hissed Fey. The two bands had stopped short of the square and darted into an alley to prepare for their entrance.

“Yes Fey, this is a good opportunity for us, we can get our names out there, maybe acquire some decently paid jobs.”

“But there’s so many people! Wh-what if I freeze up?! I- I can't!”

“Relax, you’ve faced down terrifying monsters I’m sure, this is nothing,” said Astrid, “And anyway, you walk around all day with a massive throbbing erection in public! This is really is nothing!”

“That- That’s not the same! I’m a centaur, we’re allowed to be exposed on our horse halves! It’s normal for centaurs, natural, a-and within the law! No one even gives it a second look anyway!”

The others paused and stared at Fey.

“I’m not sure that’s quite true in your particular case Fey… Kinda hard not to give it a second look… and a third… and a fourth… and a touch.” Baerinda licked her lips.

“N-nuu!” said Fey, backing away from the advancing minotaur.

“Baerinda. Professionalism.” growled Braddox using his captain’s voice, seemingly in an irritable mood.

The minotaur girl huffed, but backed off.

Fey couldn't help but notice that Braddox was behaving a little strangely. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the minotaur lifted a metal ring from his pocket, turned it in his fingers a few times, then seemed to come to a reluctant decision. He turned to face the alley wall as the others chatted and his hand stelthily slipped down his shorts with the metal ring. When he pulled his hand free the ring was nowhere to be seen.

Fey furrowed her brow, puzzled.

With encouragement the two bands at last pushed out into the square and the massive crowd parted as they quickly became aware of them, allowing a straight path to the stage.

Fey approached, wiping her sweaty palms against her blouse, the fur on her lower back standing on end, practically hyperventilating, this was all almost too much to handle with so many eyes on them.

She thanked her lucky stars she was currently flaccid, because of that it seemed almost all of the attention was being placed on Lily and Vivi as the two who were enormously pregnant, and Ellaria too, or at least that would have been the case if the elf was actually there. Fey blinked in surprise as she realised that her captain had ducked out and disappeared leaving them to face the crowd alone, Braddox the sole captain remaining.

She nearly panicked then and there, having to physically restrain herself from turning around and fleeing back the way she had come. As it was she barely made it up onto the stage, shaky hooves clattering on the wooden stairs as she ascended and looked back down on a sea of eyes.

She felt woozy and swayed slightly.

Fey decided she wasn't a huge crowd kind of person, so much attention on her was just too much. She tried to keep nearer the side and to the back of the group of adventures, Vivi and Lily taking the attention, especially Lily who had a small army of teddy bears lifting a small couch which she sat upon, and a pair of litters ahead of her cupping her breasts.

Lady Alexandria turned her wide dragonic smile on them.

“Adventurers! Such troublesome little things you are, like mice who’ve gotten into the sugar. Still, a mouse who faces down the kitchen cat should be praised for their bravery, especially when it is such rotted evil as a hive of Kobogons, and more, you rescued some of my villagers and saved me the inconvenience of glassing the entire area flat with dragon fire, commendable indeed!”

She turned to the crowd, “You hear that my city? These adventurers saved the lives of innocents from monsters most foul!”

The crowd roared their approval back at her, a deafening wall of sound that Fey couldn't hear herself think over, thousands of voices combined into one joyous cry.

“Yes, yes, it’s all rather quite good isn't it? I suppose some civilian honours and medallions and whatnot are in order, not quite on the level of the military but as best a civvy can hope for I imagine.”

She leaned down, her thick tail coiling around her legs, and picked up an enormous black iron chest which she thudded down on the stages podium, crushing its raised rim flat. The entire stage shook.

She grabbed hold of the huge black iron padlock in one set of claws and ripped it off in a spray of metal shrapnel that clattered against her scales. Then lifting the lid she darted her claws inside and grabbed a fist full of medals on silk lengths each decorated with a dragon’s head.

She turned and looked between the adventurers, eyebrow raising as she looked at Vivi and Lily before alighting on Baddox the largest and most muscular and serious looking of the group.

“Ah, your body is wasted on adventuring,” she said, taking a step forward. “You could do much much better in my army, instead of battling frivolous monsters you could go to WAR like a real Minotaur.”

“Thank you for the invitation Lady Alexandria but I'm afraid I’ll have to decline.” said Braddox stiffly, looking straight ahead.

“Hmm... Pity.”

She lifted her claw and shoved the dozens of medals into Braddox’s hands, the minotaur reeling a bit under the force of her arm and struggling to keep all of the medals from falling, nearly dropping half of them.

“I hereby give you and your Band Bine’s highest civilian awards. You are now honoured.”

“Psst,” whispered Lilly, “what about us?! Where's our medals?!”

“Uhm, I don't think the Lady realises we are two separate bands “whispered back Fey.

“Bu-but I want a medal!”

“It’s okay Lily, I uhm think we can split them later, m-maybe not right now in front of everyone, there’s j-just so many people, uhm…”

“Now,-” a heavy claw came down on Braddox’s shoulder. He nearly buckled and collapsed under the force of it, and his face went a little pale under the strain, a few medals slipping between his arms and clattering to the stage. “-My little adventurer. How about you give a nice rousing speech for my people. They came to see the hero after all and what is a hero without a heroic speech hmm?”

Her tail whipped behind her and the massive black iron chest was smashed off the podium to go crashing and rolling across the stage, the black iron stoved in from the impact of her tail.

She smiled flashing him endless dragon fangs and forcibly guided the increasingly concerned minotaur to the damaged podium.

Then she patted him on the shoulder and stepped back.

Braddox stared out over the crowd.

The crowd stared back.

He coughed politely and adjusted his shorts. He spent rather a while adjusting them before he was ready. Then, he spoke.

“I realise that many of you have mixed feelings when it comes to adventurers. We are known to be a… brutish lot, who perhaps aren't as careful as we should be.” Braddox took hold of the podium, fingers gripping the rim, starting to get into it, “But know this! We are people too! And when we see those in need when up against the ravening hordes of monsters that circle our walled cities and towns we step forth and we fight! We kill more monsters than any other force in this world, if we did not exist the oceans of monsters would breed and multiply until they spilled over the walls of this very city of yours and all would be lost! We fight like anyone of you, to defend you, like any soldier, like any noble or pauper. In the war to survive against monsters it is all to fight, to Fight! never to Despair! and to forever Rage! In this it matters not what you are! A coward, a traitor, a slave! Look past our reputation and find what we have in common, what matters. We are people, we are civilisation, like you we will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We are adventurers and WE! KILL! MONSTERS!”

The crowd roared their agreement, fists thrust into the air, adventures were great! They killed monsters! Fuck Yeah! Obviously this was something they could all get on board with.

A heavily breathing Braddox backed away from the podium, shooting a satisfied glance Alexandria’s way who simply looked amused.

The dragoness stepped forward as the crowd's cheers slowly quieted.

“Wonderful what a rousing speech I must say. If I don't get that one as a soldier I could certainly use him just as a moral booster for the troops. Now that we are done with this little ceremony-”

“We are not done.” came a commanding voice from behind amongst the clanking of metal and gears.

The dragoness blinked and turned as a door opened on the stage floor and light spilled forth, light that illuminated the adventurers and the dragoness as the figure it was emanating from rose up onto the stage on a stage lift. It was as if she was simply floating up.

Ellaria arose, and all eyes were drawn to her, an elf of absolute bodily perfection wearing an unearthly beautiful Dress that accentuated and amplified her beauty in the same way that her beauty accentuated and amplified the Dress.

The elf had been made into a positive feedback loop of beauty that literally grew more beautiful and sexually attractive the longer she was stared at, elevating her perfection into a realm beyond perfection into something else entirely, super perfection.

It was like a goddess of blinding sexual beauty had alighted on the stage.

Thousands of breaths were held.

Ellaria smiled and thousands of hearts momentarily skipped a beat.

“Who are you,” growled Lady Alexandria, narrowing her eyes at the elf, the only one there not to be stunned senseless by her.

“I.” said Ellaria, “Am the other captain. What, did you think that this many adventurers belong to one band? No, that is not the case I’m afraid.”

She stepped forward toward the podium, bare feet pressing against the stage as she passed the glowering dragoness, elegant elvish fingers alighting on the wooden planks.

She gripped the podium.

“Good people of Bine, I am Ellaria De’loquint the Third of House Starry Oak.”

Her words addressed to all of them seemed to break the spell and a lot of things happened at once.

First behind her the male minotaurs of the Hammer Horns groaned and bent over, the tents in their shorts sputtering and spraying white through the fabric as they came, with the exception of Braddox who’s shorts remained flat as he curled, although he still groaned and shuddered.

Beside them Fey let out a shriek as she became near instantly erect and spray after solid spray of cloudy clear precum surged from her stiff barrel slapping cock, flying between her front legs and raining down on the crowd. It was all she could do to prevent herself from cumming on the spot, slapping her hands over her eyes as soon as she realised what was happening and only just saving herself from truly ejaculating.

The males in the crowd weren't doing as well and the sound of masculine groans filled the airs as thousands of forms bent over clothed tents and hips thrust mindlessly, hands diving below hems and frantically masturbiting as they came and came and came, unable to remove their eyes from the black hole of sexuality that was Ellaria. She held all attention.

What would the elf say? Would she give an even more rousing and inspirational speech than the heroic minotaur? Surely the words of this goddess would shake the world to its very core.

“And I am here today to tell you about the wonderful business opportunity you have a chance to be a part of. My Band Magic Mog will do whatever job you require for a perfectly reasonable price, as you have seen we get things done quickly and at a high speed, we have a consistent four star- ah, that’s not quite true any more, but we still have a three star average rating at the guild! And that's actually a really good rating for adventurers!”

Fey tried to block out the elf’s apparent sales pitch as she desperately focused on trying to slow the constant sprays of precum hosing from her dick as it bounced and twitched stiffer than it had ever been, screaming to breeeeed. Hundreds of women in the crowd were being driven into maddening heat as the fluid splashed over their faces and open mouths and soaked their clothing, the men alongside them barely noticing as they stared at Ellaria and jerked themselves off, the cum that bubbled through their tented clothing being washed away by Fey’s precum as soon as it appeared.

Fey backed away unsteadily as she continued to spray barrels of precum, nearly tripping as she couldn't see with her hands over her eyes.

Unfortunately the dragoness happened to be caught by her bucking length as it waved around with her steps, clear fluid splashing up the dragonesses leg, droplets splashing the underside of her breasts, a fine mist of microdroplets rising higher still until it reached her face.

The dragoness inhaled long and full, her nostrils flaring wide.

She slowly turned to stare at Fey.

“I understand your ‘perfume’ now, Centaur.”

“You can't go wrong with Magic Mog, we are a band better than the rest!”

The crowd seemed to be struggling to understand Ellaria’s words and were much more interested in ogling her body and jerking themselves off, even many of the women were lost to the sight of Ellaria, hands pressed up hard against clothing and rubbing in frantic motions.

“No matter the monster-, well not every monster of course that would be too much, but most monsters! We are quite happy to, to… are you even listening to what I’m saying?”

The elf paused and seemed to realise that the crowd was quickly descending into chaos, the feedback loop of the Dress synergising with her body accelerating and making things worse by the moment.

One of the nobles struggled free from his seat and placed his foot on the row in front.

“My goddess, please! Will you listen to my plea-- g-get off of me Wife Can't you see I’m trying to propose marriage to this goddess?!”

His rotund noble wife stopped pulling on his clothing, pulled back a fist, then slugged him in the face.

The noble dropped like a sack of potatoes and the noble Lady nodded and then turned to Ellaria.

“Lady goddess, forget my husband, you should marry me!”

“No, me!

“Me!”

The noble stands erupted into violence as fists were slung and slaps were thrown.

The fighting rapidly spread across the crowd and a brawl of thousands broke out, black eyes spreading like a plague, tented clothing becoming a weak point that others exploited, fists throw even as the other hand eagerly jerked themselves off, groans of pleasure and roars of fury as those at the front fought to crawl up onto the stage.

Ellaria pursed her lips.

“It’s just a Dress...”

Behind her Fey scrunched her eyes shut as hard as she could, hands tight over her face, murmuring the most boring things she could think of to herself.

“One plus seven is eight, eight times three is, uhm, twenty six, and uh, four times twenty six is a really big number and cold water all over me and paint dries really slow and, uhm, grass and hay is nice!”

Her efforts barely had an effect, a constant pulsing spray of precum continued coming from between her legs, covering the stage entirely in a wash of clear fluid and spraying far over the crowd, raining down on fighting or masturbating people.

Her back hooves came to the back of the stage, nearly slipping off, and Fey was forced to stop.

“And ice cubes and snow on my bits and oh no no no!”

The centaur fretted, shaking her hand covered head realising she was trapped in a crowd of thousands and ready to explode.

The pulsing spray of clear fluid was interrupted by a pair of massive purple and cream scaled thighs. A pair of massive purple thighs that stepped into the spray, huge clawed feet splashing in the precum puddling over the stage.

Fey heard the thud of steps coming closer, closer, then the sound of someone bending down, their heavy breathing nearing her head, her ear, her summer hat and hair fluttering under the huge exhalations.

“Your scent is doing things to me, centaur.” growled a deep draconic voice.

Fey EEP’d! And tried to back away but finding the edge of the stage again realised she was trapped, one leg dangling off in thin air.

“Things I haven't felt since I was a young dragon many centuries ago. My body is tingling, and I feel this need settling deep within. I am... Restless.”

A huge clawed hand came down on Fey’s lower back and she gasped.

“Centaur. I am going to do things to you that you will remember for a lifetime.”

A second claw came down and Fey panicked, kicking madly as she was entirely lifted into the air by the dragoness and slung over her shoulder, her floppy summer hat still somehow remaining on.

“But not here, this isn't a sight for non-dragons, they do not merit the sight, it is beyond them.”

Fey heard the sound of a pair of wings flapping and yelped as gravity suddenly seemed to fall away beneath her. She managed to peek between her fingers and could only look on in horror as the ground dropped away below them at a terrifying rate, her stomachs going cold in sheer terror.

The full on riot that was taking place below was already disappearing from view and in moments they were flying over the city of Bine, flying, then coming down, down into the City’s great palace.

Fey had been kidnapped by Lady Alexandria.

She had to wonder if that was better than ejaculating on a crowd of thousands.

It was hard to say.

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Fey found herself in a vast rectangular hall inside the palace. The gold and painting trimmed ceiling was fifty foot above her head, and if she looked down the length of the hall she thought it must be at least one hundred and fifty foot long and eighty foot wide.

Yes, it was indeed vast.

Yet the ground was completely unseen beneath a sea of ornate pillows which varied in size from normal to the size of small buildings, all of them masterfully crafted.

A group of human maids in black maid uniforms were tending her as she awkwardly stood amongst the pillows, two of them holding an open topped barrel which her still furiously spurting cock sprayed precum into, the drumming of fluid against wood quickly overtaken by the sound of fluid splashing against fluid. After a few minutes when the barrel was starting to fill a second pair of maids replaced the barrel with a fresh barrel. Any precum that was missed or splattered free was quickly cleaned up, the maids apparently employing some kind of enchanted glass bottles which sucked the fluid from the pillows when the opening was pressed against the fabric. When the bottles were filled they were carried off and replaced with fresh bottles, the process continuing.

“My my, such a productive little centaur you are,” said Lady Alexandria. She was lazing on one of the enormous pillows, dozens of black dressed maids tending her nine and a half foot body, furious buffing and polishing of her claws and scales even as they slowly removed the Dragonesses plate lorica armour. She’d already tossed aside the massive sword she wore on her back and it lay atop one of the larger pillows.

“Uhm, I, I’m worried about Ellaria!”

“Oh your Elf friend in the pretty Dress?”

Fey nodded meekly.

“Don’t worry yourself, I sent in my legions to break up the rioters. That elf doesn't realise what she has with those looks of hers.”

“She doesn't?”

Lady Alexandria leaned forward, the maids polishing her black horns having to scramble to avoid being knocked over.

“No. I saw her without and with the dress, it doesn't take an arch-mage to see something is at play with the combination of herself and the dress. That elf has stumbled on a weapon.”

Fey stared blankly at her.

“Don't you see? Deploy her into a city state wearing that Dress and watch the city tear itself apart! That Dress on her is a weapon of incalculable destruction, as powerful as a battalion of mages!”

“O-ohh… I see?” said Fey, not seeing at all.

“Hmm, I doubt that, an untrained civvy knows nothing of the ways of war, the very concept of such tactical disruption and subversion. That elf isn't an elf, she is a siege machine, she is a trebuchet in elf form. Unleash her on a city and watch the walls fall.”

The last of the plate lorica came free as she spoke, the large pieces of metal clattering as they were taken away. The Lady’s fit and muscular underwear clad body was revealed bit by bit as this happened and Fey found it hard to look away.

The dragoness wore only the thinnest of panties, a finger thin strip of white cloth that went from hip to hip and dove down below her muff, the silky soft roundness of her fat puffy muff escaping free at the top.

Her chest was something else, strap after layered strap of dense white cloth tied her breasts to her chest in a way that looked almost painfully tight… which meant her massive chest wasn’t even her full true size, her breasts been restrained behind her armour the entire time.

The dragoness winked at Fey then hooked a claw over the white cloth. In one motion she slashed through the breast wrap and huge amounts of breast flesh spilled free, wobbling and rippling and sloshing as her expansive creamy breasts were revealed, bright pink mug sized nipples popping from innies to outies as the pressure was released, the air cooling their sweat slick surface.

The dragoness let out a groan of relief and stretched her arms above her head, legs straightening and knocking aside maids as her toes splayed in a satisfying morning stretch.

“Ahhhhhh,” she sighed, “It feels good to be released from proper military attire.”

Fey bit her lip and the maids in front of her were sprayed down with pre as her cock suddenly stiffy jerked up. They let out cries of alarm. Which was a mistake, opening one’s mouth was often a mistake when Fey was releasing precum. They sputtered and gasped, the clothing soaked through. Still, showing their professionalism they swiftly put the bottles to work, vacuuming their clothing of precum in seconds. They couldn't vacuum away the new blush on their cheeks and their panted breathyness however.

“You like what you see little centaur? Would you perhaps... want more of me?” said the Dragoness, looking over her maids with amusement.

“M-more?”

Lady Alexandria eyed her from beneath hooded eyelids, the corner of her mouth curling in amusement.

“Yes, there is always more when it comes to dragons, always.”

She let out another groan and stretched her arms further above her head, back arching as she stretched herself... Sounds started emanating from her body, the groaning sound of something dense being taxed and strained…and the dragoness began to grow, clawed hands extending up the pillow as her feet came down onto the pillowed floor, pushing pillows aside as her body enlarged.

“Oh gods it feels sooo good to decompressss!” groaned the dragoness shaking her head side to side as the maids around her became frantic, overwhelmed by her mass, unable to keep up with her growth. She quickly passed ten foot tall, then eleven, then twelve, and then she began to slow at fourteen, her panties shredding apart as her flaring hips easily outgrew them.

A fourteen and a half foot tall dragoness lazed on a now more fitting pillow size, panicking maids falling between her thighs and across her toned muscular abdomen, small hands scrabbling desperatey at her immensity. Lady Alexandria made a pleased sound and plucked a maid up who had fallen into her cleavage, skirt fallen over hips and panties exposed for all to see.

“Cat panties? Really?” said the Dragoness placing the maid to one side.

The maid blushed furiously as she straightened her rumpled skirts and dashed away,

Fey couldn't help it, her breath was coming in heavy pants, heart pounding like a blacksmith's hammer, the barrel the maids held being pushed backwards such was the power of the fire hose of precum being sprayed into it.

It was hard not to get hot under the collar seeing the dragoness grow, especially after being primed by Ellaria and her off the charts sex appeal.

She licked her lips.

“Y-you aren't normally in your true f-form?”

“Hmm, hardly. My kind find it convenient to compress our bipedal forms, it makes walking through cities so much more convenient. Of course not all dragons can do such a thing, the older dragons have bodies too dense to noticeably compress. I used to be able to get much smaller but these days I only manage a small amount. Too much exercise in the military I suppose.”

The dragoness suddenly leant forward and got to her feet, squawking maids thrown from her body and scattered to the pillow covered floor.

Lady Alexandria towered over Fey making her feel very small. Then she bent down and picked her up, with ease. Carrying her under arm she turned the nearest building sized pillow and placed Fey on her back on top it. Then she crawled up onto the pillow, torso sized clawed hands coming down either size of Fey’s head, enormous breasts dangling over her, huge pink nipples brushing against the fabric.

Fey’s dick throbbed and the sound of masses of fluid splashing against the back of the dragonesses breasts filled the air, precum washing over Fey’s barrel and onto the pillow in waves.

Fey hated to admit it but she was incredibly turned on.

A dozen maids quickly swarmed the giant pillow and began a chain drawing the fluid free from the fabric in bottles and then passing it down where it was poured into barrels at the base. In this way they managed to keep up with her output. Just.

The dragoness paused.

“Such a small partner for a dragon is… awkward.” she shuffled and frowned, breasts pushing down Feys front legs.

“Hrmm. very well.”

The dragoness concentrated and began to shrink, her body compressing down into smaller frame, the strain of her body crushing inward just audible. It wasn't long before she was at her original size, then a little smaller, nine foot tall.

“Ah, much better, perhaps this way I might actually feel something of your tool.”

She wiggled her hips, fat tail snaking around her thighs and then touching at Fey’s rigid length. Fey whimpered and made as the tail curled underneath her length and began to lift it, just as the dragoness adjusted her hips.

It wasn't long before Fey felt something incredibly hot and soft brush against her cock head, the dragoness’s pussy, her incredibly dripping wet pussy, her pussy that drooled slightly sticky gel-like fluid down onto her. Of course, the dragonesses output was as nothing to Fey’s and a sudden powerful spray of precum hammered against her labia causing the dragoness to jump in surprise.

“Your size is unfortunately wanting but I dare say your output puts dragons to shame, to think this is only pre…” said the dragoness, her eyes alight with excitement.

She wiggled her enormous hips and then slowly eased herself down, her folds parting easily for Fey’s dick, a greedy pink ring of labia encircling the shaft and gripping down with so much strength that Fey cried out, the tap of precum that was her cock abruptly closed off and ended by the dragoness’s terrifyingly strong insides.

“T-too hard! you’re gripping too-too hard!”

She gasped in relief as she felt the dragoness ease off.

“Aww, you sound adorable. Perhaps I should lay with the little folk more often, your meekness has a charm all of its own, it makes me feel all warm inside... Well maybe that's just the need to fuck, but you get the idea.”

Fey gave the draconic head above her a disbelieving look, which only prompted Alexandria to smile, flashing a set of huge predatory dragon teeth, not a very comforting sight to see for a plains herbivore, aka a centaur.

The dragoness didn't wait for permission and slowly eased her hips down, her pussy engulfing more and more of Fey’s length then slowing as she noticed how easily she was taking it, even for a non-dragon, and then how it felt. She blinked.

“My god your scent has had more of an effect than I realised, I'm like a little teenage dragon eagerly awaiting her first good hard fucking, I don't recall being so sensitive or wet, well, ever!”

“M-maybe you are a little teenage dragon!” squeaked Fey

The dragoness stared at her then a laugh escaped her lips, then a full bellow of a laugh.

“You are too much. I will be looking into procuring you for my army, if only so that I can fuck you while on campaign, you do wonders for my morale.”

“I- d-do?”

“Yes, crushing the self esteem of those who think they know something of how dragons fuck is always amusing.”

Fey had only a moment for her eyes to open wide before the dragoness slammed her hips down, taking Fey to the base in one go and then dragging herself up, cock being freed to the air coated in dragoness juices before once more being wrapped in dragoness pussy as she slammed herself back down.

The feeling was unreal, the dragoness’s insides were a maze of powerful squeezing, a mix of tender softness and a unique harder compression that rolled down her length in clenching waves.

Fey could already feel herself starting to edge toward a peak, she was only slowed by how much backed up precum there was currently in her shaft, the fluid unable to escape into the insane pressure chamber of Alexandria’s cunt.

The dragoness’s hips continued to slam up and down relentlessly, her breath coming heavy, her eyes fluttering slightly, the dragoness using Fey’s dick to masturbate herself, a living dildo, pure and total domination.

There was something about that draconic domination that was causing a reaction in Fey. That primordial sexual beast deep within string to life, its endless expanse rumbling as it turned its planet sized focus toward the proud dragoness.

The dragoness thought she was one to dominate?

This wouldn't do.

Fey unthinkingly grabbed hold of herhuge forearms either side of her and gripped as hard as she could, then she bucked up into her, driving her dick up into the dragoness as the dragoness bounced.

For a moment she thought she could take back control, the dragoness let out a long lush moooooan in response, her eyes rolling up under her half closed eyelids.

But then Alexandria’s tail whipped behind and dove below Fey’s vast balls, the tip instantly finding her sloppiong pussy and then quickly dipping inside forcing her clit to wink free as her labia was stretched around the tail’s girth.

Fey cried out, fingers clutching desperately at the dragonesses arms as her spine arched.

She found herself wanting to fall into the Dragoness’s rhythm, just letting her have her way with her, but the primal beast inside refused, and despite the furiously squirming tail ravaging her pussy she thrust up into the dragoness as hard as she could.

Surprisingly the dragoness was bounced back up by Feys hips, Fey’s strength somehow momentarily overcoming her

Alexandria blinked.

“Filled with vim and vinegar this one, such spunk. Servants! Hand me my riding crop!”

The maids scrambled to act, a pair standing patiently at one end of the room pulled open a chest and removed what could be described as a riding crop used for disciplining a horse… except on a dragon's scale. The thing was over four foot long and made from heavy twined black leather, the base capped in silver.

The two maids cradled it between themselves and dashed toward the dragoness, scrambling from pillow to pillow before climbing atop the room-sized one Alexandria and Fey were rutting on. Together they knelt and held the crop up and Alexandria snatched it from their hands.

A moment later Fey gasped aloud as she felt the sharp smack of a crop hitting her flank and then the tip was lifted and placed under her chin, lifting her head to look into lady Alexandria's eyes.

“A soldier does not disobey her Lady, A soldier is subservient and follows orders.”

Her words weren't helping assuage the beast in Fey, in fact they just seemed to be antagonising it, putting it in overdrive, Fey’s motions became harsher, more brutal, thrusting harder and harder.

“Did you not listen, did you not-! I am your commanding-!”

Fey bit the end of the riding crop off and spat it to the side, a fierce grin appearing on her face.

“No, actually, you’re mine. You belong to me, all of you.”

The dragonesses brow rose in surprise as Fey’s hands, front legs and back legs latched onto the dragoness’s entire body, grasping the dragoness with incredible force. Then she began to move her limbs, hauling her incredible weight up then slamming her down the length of her barrel.

“H-how dare y-you-! You- g-gaaawdddd!”

The dragoness struggled to regain control of the situation, trying to bat at fey with stunted riding crop and finding that the centaur barely noticed.

Tail lashing, wings outstretching from her back, the dragoness was coming to a peak despite herself, and her claws curled into the fabric of the pillow shredding it apart and sending clouds of white feathers fluttering into the air.

“UUHH- UHHH- HNNNN!”

She groaned and keened, as Fey’s hips thrust up into her, her massive breasts rolling and wobbling over Fey’s sides.

The dragoness abruptly came, hard, and a wash of squirt sprayed between them in an explosion of clear fluid, the army of maids already diving in, sucking up her fluids and bottling them.

“Y-you made me cum before you-! That, that isn't allowed! This goes against my authority!”

“G-gunna cum now!” groaned Fey and the Dragoness’s eyes went wide.

The incredible tightness of Alexandria’s pussy had prevented the precum in Fey’s length from escaping, that precum was suddenly faced with a far stronger torrent of cum from the other direction, thick heavy cum that wouldn't be defied.

Fey exploded into her.

The dragoness looked down in shock as her belly surged outward, rapidly swelling until she looked six months pregnant.

“Wh-what?” said Lady Alexandria, sitting upright to look down at her growing tummy.

Fey gave the dragoness a fierce look, but then the dragoness expression moved from shock to pure contempt and it was Fey’s turn to be shocked as the dragoness flexed her muscular abdomen and her cum belly started to shrink down, the filling inside compressing beneath her staggering strength and in moments her midriff, which had been rapidly expanding, was returning toward being flat and toned.

The dragoness had taken Fey’s load like it was nothing, a smug look in her eye.

The only thing was.

Fey hadn't stopped cumming.

Another powerful spraying surge of horse cum was pumped into the dragoness’s womb and her belly slowly started to grow outward once more, despite the straining of her abdomen muscles trying to compress it down, she just kept being filled, inch by inch her belly slowly rose outwards until she looked six months pregnant again, a smooth arcing curve from her breasts down to her mons.

“You c-can't, you- can’t just keep- ah-”

Her belly continued to expand, Fey’s surging ejaculations only becoming more powerful and lady Alexandria slapped her clawed hands down onto her belly, muscles flexing furiously as she tried to contain Fey.

Her growth slowed slightly, but still came on, a dragon's strength no longer enough to hold Fey back.

“GAHHH!” snarled the dragoness doubling down, her arms flexing and biceps bulging as she tried to squeeze back down her expanding cum belly.

Fey watched wide-eyed as the surface of her smoothly arcing creamy tummy began to tremble and shake, the ocean of cum being compressed down in her womb fighting to expand against its restraints.

Her cock strained harder, growing in girth as so much piled through, pumping rhythmically into the dragonesses womb, filling her with more and more and more.

It seemed the dark beast inside of Fey wanted to aggressively compete.

And it was winning, Alexandria’s pale creamy belly was still inching outward, faster now, her belly button suddenly becoming an outie with an audible pop! as the insane pressure behind her midriff built.

“This is-!”

The dragoness seemed on the verge of being overcome by the flood but then she herself began to grow. If she couldn't contain all of Fey at this size then she would simply become larger.

As she inched taller, passing nine and a half foot and then ten foot her belly once more began to recede, the compressed space inside of herself becoming larger, her belly button pulling inward and returning to being an innie as her stomach returned from nine months pregnant to merely a curve and then nearly flat as she reaching fourteen foot, huge as she straddled Fey’s body.

Panting and sweating the dragoness turned eyes on Fey, a conqueror upon the conquered.

“Your output is, remarkable, centaur, to think you would cause me this much trouble. And yet you fell like all before.”

“P-pre!” Fey managed to groan out, eyes closed tight.

“Hmm what was that?”

“Th-that was all j-just the backed up precum!”

“...What?”

A rumbling sound came from behind and the dragoness looked over her shoulder in alarm to find Fey’s massive balls growing a little larger, reaching a terrifying four foot across each, two pulsing, vascular, and terrifyingly dense orbs.

“H-hey h-hold on a second-”

A loud glrsshhh-ing! sound suddenly came from the dragoness’s abdomen and it surged out a full foot. Causing her to shriek in alarm.

She slapped her hand down on her belly as it abruptly surged out a full foot more.

“N-noo!”

She flexed her muscles, insane strength brought to bear to contain Fey, bulging muscles outlined on her abdomen, biceps bugling, even her tail was ripped from Fey’s pussy in a spray of clear fluid and wrapped around her midriff, everything brought to bear to compress down Fey’s output.

She succeeded in slowing the expansion.

But the thing was, Fey had barely started.

The dragoness’s belly swelled with cum, her creamy belly spilling over her hands, between the loops of her tail, pushing them aside as she inevitably grew fecund with horse cum. Her belly button returning to being popped out where it belonged, a broodmare’s mark.

The dragoness was covered in sweat by this point, her face red with the strain as her breath came in puffed pants, her all focused on fighting down her cum belly.

Fey watched in shock as the trembling shaking pale surface slowly pushed aside the dragoness’s immense strength, growing well beyond nine months with quintuplets and spilling down over her horse belly. She could feel the insane amount of cum compressed behind Alexandria’s flesh, the heat alone nearly hurt to touch, the violent trembling of the incredible compression happening in her belly sending vibrations through her body.

The dragoness was openly keening now, arms grasping wildly at her expanding belly as her tail flailed, thighs coming together to try and push back the tide of cum.

It didn't matter and soon there was a cum belly filling the space between Fey’s legs, long lines of white marking it as the dragoness’s claws scraped over her creamy expanse.

She was unable to stop herself from swelling larger and her womb grew fatter and fatter with horse cum.

“ENOUGH!” Alexandria roared in outrage and Fey felt her begin to change.

This time it was different from a simple decompression of her size; the dragoness wasn't just decompressing, she was changing, mass being created out of nothing as she grew larger, body morphing.

She grew beyond her limit, fifteen foot, sixteen, her face changing and becoming more feral, more terrifying, muzzle longer, seventeen, nineteen, twenty foot tall, neck lengthening, wings going from petite to huge.

The dragoness’s belly was rapidly shrinking, the space in her womb multiplying as she grew, her thighs reaching down either side of the room sized pillow to the floor as it became more fitting for her size. The maids now tiny in comparison were sent running for their lives, or falling across her thighs.

Fey watched in disbelief as she was thrown into shadow and the immense pussy she was buried in grew larger and larger, fat and puffy and huge, her horse legs embracing it, hooves sinking into the soft flesh.

The dragoness groaned and growled as she expanded and a spray of girl cum, far larger than previous washed over Fey in a wave as the Dragoneess’s head reached the ceiling fifty feet in the air above, drenching the pillow.

Then, with a yelp, Fey found herself being pulled along as the massive dragoness fell backwards, her back coming down on the endless pillows filling the one hundred and fifty foot long hall with a crash, the entire building shaking.

The dragoness continued to grow, her now huge wings hiding the walls from sight either side as her back legs stretched upward, her feet touching the ceiling then moving along it as her legs lengthened more.

Fey found herself slumped on the dragoness’s body-sized pussy, her melon-sized clit right in her face, a pulsing fat pink thing poking from its scaled hood.

Fey peeked over it and looked up the vastness that was Lady Alexandria’s true natural form.

She was… very big.

Looking up her belly was like looking over an immense scaled plain which a few scattered maids were wandering around on in confusion. The end of the plain led up to a long neck where a startled Alexandria head looked down upon her.

The dragoness looked over her body, seemingly surprised by what she had done. But then she furrowed her brow, contempt returning.

“To think you forced me into my true form, I- wait, what are you doing?!”

Fey continued humping the giant pussy she was huggin, hands grabbing hold of the giant clit, hips pistoning in and out of the cunt.

“N- need to cum!”

For the first time a look of real concern appeared on Alexandria’s face and she lifted one enormous set of claws to remove Fey. But then Fey bit down on the clit in front of her and squeezed her hands together as hard she could, pulling and tugging.

A sharp gasp came from above, the dragoness trembling, her back arching as Fey continued to frantically masturbate her massive clit all while her hips slammed over and over into the person-sized pussy.

The dragoness squealed as Fey buried her face and rubbed it all over the  clit, nibbling and licking at the thing her magic had made hypersensitive. Dust fell from the ceiling and the entire building rocked like in an earthquake as the dragoness thrashed.

With a crash one of her feet went through the ceiling, then the other as her legs extended, toes splaying.

“Oh- GAAWWWDDSSSS!”

Fluid exploded around Fey’s body, a wash of boiling hot girl cum entirely submerging her body below her shoulders as the dragoness squirted lakes.

Despite this Fey didn't stop humping, only urged on by the intense smell of the dragoness's body going wild, her pheromones causing her balls to swell even larger, hips pounding over and over and over into her pussy, more and more violently, the massive soft pussy rippling with each impact, the dragoness’s voice rising to such a pitch that all the windows in the hall shattered and exploded outward, only urging Fey on as she beat up the clit, her hips becoming arrhythmic they thrust so frantically.

And then Fey came.

The dragoness threw her head back in a scream, and her head went through the back wall as her pussy clamped down like a vice, locking onto Fey’s length, Fey’s four foot wide balls hiking up hard as they released into Fey’s length, compressed cum surged down her shaft and then spraying and slurring into the dragoness’s womb where it was free to expand.

Fey howled screaming into the dragoness’s clit as it felt like her balls drained as an ocean.

If she had been looking up she might have seen the vast plain of the dragones’s belly slowly start to rise, immense dragon musculature clenching down, desperately trying to compress it and keep it back, but finding the sheer quantity just too much. The plain rose in a great arcing curve, a massing dome of pale belly each clench of her poweful abdomen only slowing it, pulling it back in slightly, before the next pump of cum sprayed into her and her belly rose feet further, visibly quaking and vibrating under the extreme pressure. The scattered maids cried out in alarm as the ground they stood on became a dome that they began to slide off.

The hall was starting to come apart now, the dragoness’s claws clutching at her growing belly as her body thrashed, back arching, wings extending through the walls as her feet kicked apart the back of the hall, a near constant spray of squirt forming a lake below her hips, the maids being washed away.

Her belly grew uncontrollably, pushing apart her claws, everything she did to try stop it, it grew well past nine months pregnant with octuplets, a vast sphere that reached up and up until it touched the ceiling and the walls of the hall were being pushed out to either side, her full throated screaming silencing the entire city of Bine, her body a cathedral to horse cum and mind shattering pleasure.

It seemed like the hall was going to be destroyed entirely, but then with one final roaring surge and a soft squeak from Fey it came to an end, the centaur falling unconscious atop the dragoness’s massive clit, mouth parted, lips smeared across its pulsing throbbing surface.

Lady Alexandria let out a long exhausted groan and went limp.

The city of Bine panicked.

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Small author’s note: I’m currently working on a small side story in the building breaker tier involving the aftermath of the town of Riverstone after Fey had passed through for those interested.