Chapter 62 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: The band returns to the city and Fey leaves Violet in the capable hands of an angel. At the guild the band get promoted to gold rank, much to Ellaria's elation. They leave and get Vivi's cursed sword checked over which turns out to just be a counterfeit cursed sword. They then collect the Main piece of Dragon Silk from the now dismantled cowkin dairy and return to the Inari's compound. There Fey is surprised to find the Feytaurs actually doing what the Inari tell them to. They eat dinner and Fey retires for the night, but on the way is invited to Vivi's cabin in the dragon cave. There she breeds Wummy with Vivi joining in too, growing the slime girl and, worryingly, making her even stronger. She falls asleep after the deed. Later she awakens to find the cabin being invaded by a miniature succubus on a desk, A transformed Mary the creepy girl who worked for the bishop and the church, and finally Kayla sneaking in through the front door with a certain ring of steel.

After an awkward stand-off Fey unleashed her secret weapon, a sleepy Wummy awoke from a deep sleep.

Now chapter 62:

Everything was tentacles.

Fey drifted, suspended in a sea of glossy white tentacles that filled her view and wrapped and touched every square inch of her body. They spiralled around her dick layer upon layer, around her limbs and breasts, cupped her balls which were quite full from a full night without being unloaded, even her open mouth was filled with tentacles.

It was like Wummy had unleashed herself but there simply wasn't enough room in the cabin for all of Wummy's true size, and so everything was tentacles. Unmoving tentacles of course, as there simply wasn't any room to move in the compressed space for the tentacles either.

She struggled, making a muffled sound, trying to speak around the tentacles in her mouth.

Time passed and Fey started to wonder what the heck was happening.

Had… Had Wummy gone back to sleep?!?!

That was… not good. Apparently yelling at the slime girl in her sleep might not have been the smartest move, this expansion it seemed wasn't so much the slime girl waking up and defending them from intruders, but the slime girl rolling over in her sleep as a noise disturbed her.

It was hard to keep track of time in the tentacle ocean, but she was sure some not small amount of time had passed as she wondered what to do.

She tried to tongue at the tentacles in her mouth, but they were so incredibly dense and unyielding, far from the softness she was used too. Still, using her strength she was able to clear a bit of space and clear her throat.

"Whummhee!" she managed to get out, voice muffled.

She waited, listening.

What sounded like a yawned "squeee…" could be heard after a moment through the tentacle ocean.

Dammit! This wasn't the time for her to be having a nap!

"Whummhee!!"

She began struggling, moving against the tentacles, it was difficult because of just how dense and heavy and casually strong the slime girl was, but Fey was strong too, and after some work she found herself starting to move, struggling through the ocean of tentacles.

Minutes of struggling and wiggling, and slipping along like a worm in mud she finally found what she was looking for, an enormous slime girl leg. She grabbed hold of it like a sailor clinging to driftwood from a shipwreck, and then reached out and hauled, dragging herself up along it.

"Sq-quee?" came a confused sound.

Fey spat the tentacles from her mouth free. "If you don't untentacle us I'm going to ban you from my penis like Flora!" she yelled at the wall of tentacle.

"SQU—SQUEE?!!?"

This time there was a reaction and in seconds the tentacles were drawing back, sucking backwards into the giant slime girl's body which was changing itself, becoming soft, then blobbing, becoming a unshaped blob then a more rounded blob that shrank down further and farther until finally Wummy was sitting on the big circular bed as just a simple sphere with two dotted eyes.

"Sq- Squee! SqueSQUE SqueSque! SQUEE!"

Spoke the little slime monster, frantic.

Fey bit her lip. Apparently Wummy had quite enjoyed riding her and the thought of being banned was stressing her out.

"It's fine, you aren't banned."

"S-Squeeeee…" came a relieved sound, the ball deflating and sagging in relief.

She was about to start looking for the others when the front door suddenly burst open and Ellaria stormed in, completely stark naked, of course, and with a fireball in her hand. Her pregnancy had become a little larger since the day before. She looked around, furious.

"What has she done? Has it gone feral? Turned back to being an untamed wild monster?"

Her eyes fell on Wummy sitting on the bed and they narrowed.

Fey stepped between them.

"She's fine Ella, she, uh, saved us from…"

She looked around.

There was Vivi, climbing up from the remains of her shattered easel, the canvas painting draped on her head, her belly also a little larger in pregnancy, and nearby was Kayla.

There was Mary, the half spider girl was looking around dazed, in some state of shock it seemed.

And the…

Fey turned to the desk, but the tiny succubus was nowhere to be seen.

Mary it was then.

"They tried to kill us," she said, jabbing a finger at Mary. "Wummy, arrest her!"

"Squee!" said Wummy, and a tentacle shot across the room and looped around Mary's wrists before drawing tight, forming slime handcuffs. She was dragged to her feet and pulled in front of Fey and Ellaria.

The spider girl blinked at Ellaria's nakedness.

Ellaria looked her up and down, examining her spider body, black chitin, a red almost skull like mark on the black of her abdomen behind.

"And the church just accepts you… a monster?" she said, after a moment.

Mary became very still.

Ellaria tilted her head in thought.

"They… don't know, do they? That bishop, he's been hiding what you are from the rest of the church."

"I'm… not a monster, you're lying, spreading defamations. Plenty of non-monsters look like me."

"Such as?"

"..."

"Hmm. I think you had better behave then. You really really don't want your church finding out about what you are, and it would only take a few messages sent from some of my more influential contacts. You're fortunate that I myself have become somewhat more… flexible with monsters as of late, otherwise you would already be ash and cinders. Now, tell me, why are you here? How did you even find this place?"

"I… followed her." she nodded at Fey.

"Why?"

"Because I was told to, because she is a living sin against the gods almost as bad as the gnome. Seth said that the centaur returned to the city with a demon upon her. He told me that if you weren't killed then the gods would punish us all for failing to exterminate friends of demons."

Fey realised to her dismay that Seth must have seen her walking through the city with Violet clamped on her balls and had somehow recognised that she wasn't just a squirrelkin any more.

That was… worrying.

But then, maybe she could prove they weren't friends with demons.

"I've spoken to the angel staying in the guild, Aeolith! We're probably on good terms!"

"You spoke to the sacred one?!" hissed Mary, "Words passed from your foul lips to the wondrous hallowed ears of the divine?! You defiled her! Filth!"

Welp. This was already going wrong.

"We aren't friends with demons. The- There was a demon here that was going to kill us!"

She turned on Kayla who was bent over with her arms on her knees, apparently still recovering. She glanced up.

"Uhm, that's true, I saw her, the succubus, standing on the desk, but she was as smol as I am!"

"And I saw her crawl out of the sword!" Cried Fey.

She dashed over to it and picked it up from the desk then rushed back.

"Look, the demon came from this sword, so I'll simply destroy the sword and then there will be no more demon, a friend of demons wouldn't do that right?"

Mary gave her a confused look, not quite sure what she was talking about.

Fey excitedly grabbed the sword in both hands and began to bend it.

"What are you doing to my sword!?" came a shriek and before she could make to snap the sword Vivi dived at her, snatching the sword from her hands and leaping away.

"She protects the demon in the sword?!" said Mary, then after a moment of thought, "If that's what is happening…?"

Vivi hugged her sword and glared at Fey.

"You dummy Fey, you almost injured my new sword."

Ellaria stepped up in front of her, hands on hips, still naked.

"Fey saw that demon crawl from the sword. Kayla saw the demon too. Destroy the sword Vivi."

"No."

"Vivi. I'm going to run out of patience quite soon."

"Why the hell would I do that when the demon isn't even in it any more!" she cried.

"Explain."

"I was right at the edge of the tentacles, so when they retracted I saw everything. The asshole little succubus didn't go back into the sword, she ran into the dark of the caves."

Fey Kayla and Ellaria digested this.

"You mean to say… there's a succubus currently running around out there, in the dark?"

"Yuh, in those friggin never ending caves. We'll never be able to find her."

Fey groaned in distress. "My Breeding Palace is doomed!"

"Your… what?"

"N-Nothing!"

Ellaria sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"At minimum this means these caves now need to be put under quarantine. We need to know the location of every bit of silk and ensure it is folded up so it can't be used."

She turned to Mary.

"And I'm afraid you won't be leaving here for quite some time."

Mary looked at her.

"I would rather die."

She exploded into a cloud of black smoke and then a second later reformed her wrists just outside the tentacles. She no longer had the lower body of a giant spider like a centaur but was in her human-like form.

She turned and darted for the door, one bound sending her flying across the room in an instant. She was fast!

Ellaria yelled and ran after her, still naked, flames appearing all around her.

Fey blinked. It had been so sudden, a split second. One moment Mary was trapped and the next she was gone.

She moved over to the window and just caught sight of Ellaria sprinting through the dragon silk curtain.

That couldn't be good. They now had a succubus loose in the caves, and a spider-thing loose in the city.

She watched the curtain for a few minutes, but it didn't seem like Ellaria would be coming back, at least not immediately.

Ellaria would catch her, or not, either way, she had a certain bone to pick with someone.

She turned slowly and loomed over Kayla.

The otterkin froze up, and then her gaze rose and rose and rose all the way up the giant standing over her.

"H-Hi?"

Fey paused then suddenly leaned down and snatched the steel ring that Kayla was holding in her hands.

"Do you have any idea how bad it's been these last two days?! The pressure in my balls in the morning is verging on painful!!"

Kayla's mouth flopped open, jaw hitting the floor.

"Wh-wha?!"

Fey rolled her eyes and held up the portal to look into it. A shocked looking group of girls looked back at her.

Octavia, the mouse eared journalist. Rebecca the jack russell eared dogkin, and then squeezing in beside them, Heather the grey skinned loxodon elephant girl, her trunk being used to hold the ring up on their end.

All three of them were heavily pregnant, although not particularly large bellied yet, still able to carry themselves with the aid of some levitation cloth, bellies only reaching midway down their thighs. Not pregnant enough in Fey's opinion.

They were hers, her girls.

Reach Bine through this dick portal? The city with what were probably at least a thousand of her girls that she had impregnated? Over a thousand pussies marked and stretched out with her size? over a thousand girls in need of re-breeding, to be impregnated further?

Yes please.

She had watched Kayla sneak the ring into the dimensional bag in Bine. Being invisible didn't help very much with stealth when it didn't even slightly affect the ring being carried. The ring had bobbed along across the room in front of where Fey sat and then had been carefully placed inside the bag, and then been followed by the sound of hurried footsteps as the invisible Kayla furtively ran away.

Highly suspicious. She'd asked Lily, who had then asked her close friend Tami, who knew everything about her friend Ruby's new Class and was a complete blabbermouth, and from there everything had clicked.

The only problem was that Fey had started to feel like she wasn't giving the band the undivided attention they deserved… Which was why she had tried her best to breed them three times a day as lovingly and as passionately as possible, giving her all to ensure they were as pregnant as possible as they made their way to Draconica. The problem was, she couldn't do that while she was having a secret night time session each night because she had to share her production with the band and all her girls back in Bine!

But she couldn't just leave her girls in Bine to suffer! They needed her dick!

In the end she had become so frustrated that when Kayla had stopped bringing the portal to her she had almost felt relief.

It had also given her time to think, and now she was ready to share the secret of what she had been doing with everyone.

She looked at the three girls. Her girls. The fact was she barely knew them, and so many more in Bine, did not sit well with her. They were the mother of her chi- of her feytaurs for crying out loud!

Yes, the best thing to do would be to talk things out, no matter how long that took.

She cleared her throat awkwardly.

"So, uhm, what's been happening in Bine?"

Octavia, opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again.

"Well, er, a lot."

"...Can you tell me the short version?"

"..."

The three girls looked… suspiciously guilty, almost.

"Ahaha, uhm, well m-maybe it would be better if you read what's happened?" said Octavia.

"Give cock!" bellowed Heather.

"Shh! You'll set the others off!"

"I think it's a bit late for that," muttered Rebecca, glancing over her shoulder.

From behind the girls came a chorus of needy female moaning, pleads to be properly bred, pleading for Fey.

The view through the portal rocked as something crashed into Heather and the elephant girl had to push something back trying to grab for the portal.

"Yes, we're already trying to get her cock— will you stop! No! Don't you dare touch that valve!" yelled Octavia.

The sound of a fluid under high pressure being unleashed came from the portal and some cheerful cries of delight.

Octavia turned back to the portal.

"I— We'll have to come back in a bit, we- we appear to be having some uh, minor technical difficulties."

The mousekin dove her hand into her expansive cleavage and yanked free a dozen letters before stuffing them through the portal. They spilled onto Fey's own massive cleavage

"Here, read this! The latest newsletter! It contains updates on the city! Uh, and don't panic or anything, okay?"

"Give cock!" bellowed Heather.

Fey sighed.

Okay, maybe this wasn't going to work out right now. It sounded like some kind of riot crossed with a pool party was happening in the background.

She turned to the nearby desk and grabbed one of Vivi's discarded blouses then wrapped the steel ring up inside right before stuffing it down her cleavage… along with a few of the newsletters. Maybe she would end up reading one on the job today.

She turned and walked away.

"W-Wait where are you going!" yelped Kayla, rushing after.

She left the cabin and then the dragon cave through the curtain and stepped back out into Vivi's bedroom in the Inari compound. There was no Ellaria to be seen, but there were a few burn marks on the door. She trotted outside in the open glade bit in the middle and then wandered around until she emerged outside.

What she wanted to check on was there, the Feytaurs.

She watched as one dashed past with completely boundless energy as usual, and tackled another one, the pair of Feytaurs rolling head over hooves across the grass until they crashed into another Feytaur who was nibbling on a star peach. The tangle became three and the starpeach exploded as it was crushed between them covering them all in sticky peach stuff.

That had been one of the more difficult aspects of the feytaurs while travelling. More than once she had found them so covered in mud and food that they had simply herded them all into a shallow stream to be washed clean and burned all their clothes. It seemed the Inari had some other method because as she looked around she found the Feytaurs were pretty clean for the most part.

They had also grown a little more during the night.

They were larger.

She half wondered how large they would get, but she had the feeling there would be a limit well below what a regular centaur's average size was, they would be short. Their proportions just didn't really fit that of a normal centaur, young or mature. They were more like an otterkin, or a gnome in proportion, but more rounded, more chibi.

The three flailing Feytaurs finally struggled apart from each other, breath ragged, and rose to their feet. They were covered in sticky star peach juice, and because of that they also had blades of grass randomly stuck all over, including in one case, on the bridge of her nose.

Alright that was pretty cute, Fey could see the appeal that a few Feytaurs might have to noble ladies now. Maybe giving some up for adoption wouldn't be the worst thing ever?

She was pondering the troubling question of just what the hell to do with the Feytaurs when Ellaria appeared around the corner. She was clearly frustrated as embers drifted around her and she of course had no Mary. Also still naked.

"She got away?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"That's very bad isn't it? What if she brings down the church on us for being 'friends with demons' even though we aren't."

Ellaria rubbed her chin in thought.

"I don't think that she will. Not now anyway. We all saw her true form. She would be damning herself to death if she brought down the church on us and we simply told them what she was."

"Then what will she do?"

"Simple really. She will try to assassinate all of us on her own."

Fey paled. "That's mildly terrifying. How am I going to be able to sleep again?!"

"For now, by leaving the city, which is what we shall be doing on our adventuring job today."

Things moved efficiently after that. Ellaria had the band properly wake up and ready up for the day out, grabbing larger blouses from the clothing tree to cover their larger pregnancies where necessary, and gathering together any camping equipment required. Ellaria had only needed a gentle reminder to actually wear clothes.

She also had Vivi take down the curtain in her room and fold it away, closing it inside a large book, and then putting that book in a small space under the floorboards that barely fit. Then she had any of the smaller pieces of cloth they kept on them properly folded up.

The dragon cave was well and truly quarantined.

After that, and chatting with the Inari to make sure they were having no problems with the Feytaurs, they set out for the day, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and excited to meet their fellow adventuring band.

Once they arrived at the guild however it seemed that they had gotten there early as the band they would be working with hadn't arrived yet. Flora and Vivi went to get food from the bar and Fey was left twiddling her thumbs.

She quickly decided she had something important to do while they waited.

That is, check on Violet and the angel to see if Violet had been cured yet.

Fey made her way through the guild's back rooms and upper floors and then snuck down the hallway that led to the angel's apartment.

which for a centaur of her size was…

Well, she tried at least, attempting to keep the groan of floorboards beneath her heavy hooves to a minimum… which was still very loud. She crushed a table against a wall as she turned the corner, the splintered wood falling from her thighs.

She was not a very stealthy centaur admittedly.

It was fortunate then, that the one she was trying to avoid being noticed by was making so much noise.

She approached the angel's door. Red light spelled from beneath the wood, casting a crimson glow across the floor before the apartment .

From inside came the sounds of intense moaning, a girl in the throes of the most intense of orgasms, the sounds of her ankles drumming against the floor and the splashing of fluids.

A wet quelching sucking sound underpinned the moaning, the sound of a sopping wet pussy being slurped and gulped on by an eager mouth.

"G-gods! How are you getting better at this?! J-Just k-keep going, I'm almost there, just a little more!"

The red light under the door flickered gold for a moment.

Fey paused as the angel's voice drifted through the door. Almost there? A little more? That sounded promising, in fact it sounded like the process to save Violet was in full swing.

"Fuck, I need- I need more of you, dammit, do you have no tongue left? Then use your hands! Yes, both fists at the same time, n-now d-do eeet! Oh-oh god! AIIEIEEEEEEEE!!"

The sounds of masses of fluids being squirted against another person came from the door, as well as a thrashing body, hands slap-slapping against the floor as ankles slipped and squeaked against slick marble.

A puddle of clear fluid slowly spread from under the doorway.

"M-more! Deeper!" came a squealed gasp between screams and the sounds of arms being pounded into a sloppy orifice. "HNYFF!! y-you're almost there!!"

The red light flickered gold again, this time staying for longer.

"OH GODSSSS PRESERVE MEEEEEEEEEE!!"

*SKKRRRRSH!!!* *SKKLLLRRRRSH!!!* *SKKWWWRRRRSH!!!*

The light became gold and glowed brighter before dying back down and returning to red. The clear puddle spread across the hallway.

Then came the sound of heavy panted breathing, loud and gasping. Recovering from physical exhaustion.

"Fuck. Fuck. Okay, just one more session, one more! This time will be it, I swear!"

The sound of a squelching wet puss being ravaged started up again and with it came fresh and eager moaning.

Fey stroked her chin in thought.

Damn, this really seemed like a critical moment in Violet being saved from her afflictions. There was no way she could interrupt. What if she made things worse? The angel really sounded like she was on the verge of a breakthrough in the very difficult task to heal Violet.

No, it would be best if she came back later.

She turned, nodding her head decisively.

It wasn't easy to turn away from such erotic noises. Her dick was stiff and rigid and bucking against her barrel, thumping loudly with flesh on flesh.

Thinking about drying paint to distract herself she made her way from the door as moans and wet feminine sounds continued to radiate from it.

Her balls almost felt like they were trying to drag her back the other way, but she held firm. Violet needed curing, she was her ball warmer, and her ball warmer couldn't become a monster.

She was so busy distracting herself that she didn't notice she'd run into someone until their yell came from underneath her and she felt something on her dick. She looked down to see the short curvy sheepkin maid she had nearly run over the last time she had been here. She had white wool like hair and a small pair of curling horns on her head. She'd walked directly between her front legs and gotten a face full of cock.

A fat bead of precum was on her cheek and as she watched it rolled down her skin. Without thinking the girl licked, taking the drop into her mouth. Her eyes widened slightly and darted back to the cock.

"S-Sorry madam centaur!" she managed to get out, her voice accented in an attractive way.

"Uhm, it's okay…"

"I—, d-do you need, ah, something c-cleaned madam?"

"I don't think so?"

"W-well your equipment is a little dirty, uhm, adventurers sh-shouldn't have dirty equipment yes-yes?"

Fey blinked. What equipment?

The sheepkin's eyes hadn't moved from her dick.

Oh.

"I think I'm good, thank you."

"W-wait! I can clean it properly! please!"

She suddenly rushed over to the nearest hall table and bent over it, roughly dragging her panties down as she hiked her skirt up over her hips, exposing her bare rear and her drippy puffy slit, the skin reddened with need.

"W-when in heat we sheepkin produce uhm, a lot of lubricant yes? p-perfect for cleaning equipment!"

She wasn't kidding, and Fey watched as a thick gel like line of her juices slowly eased down from her folds and poured into her soaked through panties around her ankles. The mess didn't stop there and she noticed there was wet on the floor below where the sheepkin had been standing. This one was most definitely in heat and well before Fey had met her.

Her cock drooled pre, slapping violently against her barrel as the sheepkin presented herself, gripping the table hard, sheer heated hornyness making the sheepkin mad with desperation.

It was true Fey hadn't had sex since yesterday, which was a long time to go without for her as she was so used to her morning breeding sessions with the band while journeying toward Draconica and… certain extra sessions at night.

But no, she was still an adventurer, she had work to do, and she couldn't fill this needy sheep maid so full with breeding batter that she broke down the walls and caused the band to get in trouble with the guild again.

She wrestled with her libido, and finally won. Instead of brutally fucking the sheep girl up against the wall she would leave her… leave her to suffer her heat, which Fey had probably made significantly worse.

She would be leaving someone to suffer.

As a healer.

With a resigned sigh she reached into her cleavage and pulled out one of the new newsletters that Octavia had thrust through the portal ring, a solid packet of paper, a novellas worth of text. There wasn't a choice.

The sheep girl looked over her shoulder hopefully, and then in confusion as she spotted the thick letter.

"I can't do what you are asking right now, I've got work. But you can have this, it should, uhm, help during alone time, and if in a few days your heat is still really bad then come to the Inari's compound and I can probably help."

She handed the girl the letter like a doctor handing a prescription to her patient and turned, trotting down the hall.

She glanced back halfway to see the sheep girl staring at her rolling balls, but then she looked down at the letter and frowned. She began to open it.

That should keep her distracted for a few days at least, limiting the worst of her heat.

Fey squeezed down a too small staircase, partially ripping the bannister off, and stumbled out into a much more her size main hallway. She made her way along it and to her destination, the main guild hall, and her band.

She quickly found them.

Except, they weren't alone.

At first Fey wasn't sure what she was looking at. Twenty… bipedal bird people? She vaguely recalled hearing about a species called, Griffons? Gryphons? Griffins? That matched the description. These here had cream furred lion like legs and lower bodies and their upper bodies were feathered, cream and tawny coloured soft fluffy down feathers around their chests, and arms, larger mane like feathers around their necks and heads, aesthetically appealing beaked bird heads topped with pointed and feathered ears like a cat, Their hands were scaled like a birds and their fingers ended in talons. Long lion tails swung behind their hips. And to top it all off, they had large cream and tawny feathery wings on their backs.

Clearly this was several bands with this many people gathered together, but still, neither their appearance nor their number was what was making Fey stare.

Every single Griffin apart from one was female, and every single one of them was heavily pregnant, which was especially disconcerting with Magic Mog standing before them as Magic Mog appeared pregnant too.

They were getting a lot of looks from around the guild, the sudden appearance of so many pregnant people kitted out for adventuring was quite strange.

She trotted forward, curiosity driving her more than anything, and the sound of yelling became clear through the crowd.

Flora jabbed a finger out. "We're gold rank! If you want to take this outside to prove ourselves then I'm happy to do so bird boy, I'll squish you into a feather pancake!"

The one she was pointing at frowned down at her. He was the only one of the group not pregnant, obviously because he was male. He was also frigging enormous! Fey was shocked to meet someone who was exactly the same height she was at nine feet tall.

This griffin was also especially beautiful, his body rippling with massive slabs of muscle, his pecs like cliffs and biceps like boulders, v shaped muscles around his pelvic region peeking above black shorts. He had a thick mane of feathers and an eagle head with piercing yellow eyes. Two of the pregnant female griffins were leaning against him and his left hand was down the back of one griffin girl's shorts.

In short it was a physique that he happily showed off, but had he worn more clothes Fey felt sure he would have worn them in such a way that he would only look even better, like a cherry on top with rainbow sprinkles. In fact he could probably wear a potato sack and look like an eagle cupcake.

He gave Flora a flat look. "You only just became gold rank, meaning you are a silver rank with a veneer of gold. You won't be considered real gold until you the rest of us gold ranks say so. You are pyrite, fake gold, trash gold that has no value to anyone."

Flora scowled. "I held down a Drag—"

"Would you kindly let me handle this Flora," said Ellaria quickly.

The gnome's mouth clicked shut and she drifted away scowling even more furiously.

"Thank you. Now, ah, Captain Olanelis, I realise that my band have only just become gold rank, but I assure you that we are quite capable. Surely you must have seen the written details of what we can do. I left notes with the clerk."

"I did. And I almost cancelled then and there. Sugar coating a turd doesn't make it any less of a turd. There is only one reason as to why I did not ditch your little band and that is…" he turned his head to find Fey. "The centaur."

Fey blinked. Her?

"Me?"

"Yes, you—" he paused, his brow furrowing slightly as his eyes caught on something unusual about Fey, a large unusual something between her legs. He seemed to lose his thoughts for a moment "...I've… seen adventurers who have lost arms before… A few I've known replaced their arm with an illusion enchanted sword, the sword appears as an arm, until they grasp it with their true arm, allowing for sudden and deadly attacks." He frowned. "But that trick doesn't work when you're a female, making a fake 'limb' to hide your weapon. No one is going to believe that ridiculous thing is real, girl. Amateur adventurers come up with such outlandish ideas for fighting."

Fey gave him a blank look. He thought her penis was an illusion? Well it wasn't like hermaphrodite centaurs were a thing so maybe that was a reasonable conclusion to jump to for an adventurer. Her sword was a secret sword. Apparently.

"In any case, this odd centaur will be useful to us," said Olanelis, regaining his thread of thought.

"I... see," said Ellaria, struggling with the words.

"I don't suppose you do. Fighters are a penny a pound, and my band, as you can see, has very many."

He gestured around with his free hand and for the first time Fey realised that every single pregnant griffin girl was part of the same band, his band, all nineteen of them.

It was by far the biggest adventuring band that Fey had ever seen, and quite shocking that it was even possible. Large adventuring bands were quite rare due to the problems with sharing leveling from monsters. But it seemed this band had somehow made it work anyway.

It did make a certain amount of sense that in a band of nineteen fighters Fey could be quite useful, perhaps even extremely useful, not as yet another fighter, but as a HEALER.

A little giddiness suddenly ran through her. She would be a valuable member of the team, perhaps the most valuable, and most importantly, she would be saving lives! Doing what she was meant to do! What she dreamed of!

Ellaria seemed to mull this over. There was definitely a little disappointment in her expression, Fey had come to recognise some of her more subtle emotions simply due to familiarity. This clearly wasn't going the way Ellaria had hoped, this team was very rude!

"I… begrudgingly accept your point that a larger more experienced gold rank team may not need our offensive capabilities. It was hard finding anyone willing to do a job with us, so I suppose I should be grateful that you chose us, even if only for Fey."

"Yes, you should be grateful. Now come, the job is a great distance from here and delay is the mother of defeat."

He tugged his hand from the griffin girl's panties, his fingers slick with wet. He wiped his hand clean on her head and then turned and strode away, those in his path scrambling to get out of the way of the massive nine foot tall griffin male.

Behind him the nineteen pregnant griffins hurried after him, their bellies and tits wobbling as they rushed, having to practically jog to keep up with his stride.

Magic Mog watched him go and then turned to one another.

"...What the fuck."

"Wow that griffin captain is kind of mean."

"Fuck that guy with a fat cactus."

"Who is this band Ella?" said Fey.

Ellaria pursed her lips. "The Lead Feathers. They are a respected gold rank band, known for getting the job done through sheer brute force. When you have so many in a band maybe that isn't surprising. From what I understand they are forced to do many more jobs than a more normal sized band to get all of them leveled up, which might explain the rush and impatience and rudeness, at least I hope so."

"Nah, Bird boy just has his head shoved so far up his own ass that he can gargle his own stomach acid. Let me take care of him Captain, I'll bend him over and spank him until he's singing for mercy," spat Flora, her arms crossed.

"I… As much as that would be satisfying to see it would probably ruin our image and reputation with the other gold rank bands. For now we should keep our heads down and noses to the grindstone. We'll work this job like any other, get paid, and then move onto the next."

Fey nodded, that was the smart thing to do, just get the job done. Although she still quite liked the idea of being the designated healer to so many. She was really important! A critical and essential part of the team up. That meant lots of responsibility, and she would, she was sure, rise to the occasion. All her levelling in healing hadn't been for nothing.

She followed as the band slipped through the crowd and toward the exit, already day dreaming of saving pregnant griffins from monster caused injury.

Outside she paused as she found a massive intercity caravan, one with no walls or top so it was more like a flatbed, except with a small wooden building at the back in one corner. All the woodwork of the caravan had been carved with wing and feather designs.

It was a serious looking thing with ten massive steel rimmed wheels. As she watched a bunch of the griffins began laboriously climbing a ladder up the side and onto the great caravan. Curiously, the wood let out a lot of groaning and shrieking as if it was being put under heavy load.

One of the female griffs, the one that Olanelis had his hand down the pants of, approached Fey.

"Hey, hold out your hand please."

Fey blinked, but after a moment did as she said.

The griff reached up and grabbed hold of her hand with both of hers.

"Now lift please."

"Uhh… why?"

"Just do it."

Fey lifted her arm up, expecting the griff to come up with it. She did, but holy shit was she heavy!

The griff girl weighed an absolutely absurd amount for her size, easily weighing as much as a regular horse.

"Wh-why are you so h-heavy?!"

"Don't you think that's a bit rude to ask a girl?" hmphed the griffin girl dangling from her hand. "You can put me down now please"

Fey, nonplussed, did so, and the griff girl took hold of her hand and tried to lead her away. She stopped and came up short though when Fey remained unmoving.

"Are you dumb? This way."

Fey found herself starting to get a little annoyed with the griff girl. She might be saving her life later, was this anyway to treat your healer?

She reluctantly trotted after her and reached the front of the carriage where a great beast lay slumbering, what appeared to be some kind of large boar with a razorback ridge of red fur running down its back.

Ah it seemed that this was what pulled the caravan.

She watched as the griff girl grabbed hold of the beast's harness and began… pulling it off?

In half a minute the griff girl had fully unharnessed the massive boar and it was lying on the street…in a rather… still way.

Fey frowned as she realised the boar was quite dead, and then frowned further as the griff girl held up its harness in front of her.

"What… is this?"

"The boar? Oh it died of exhaustion from the journey here. It's our weight you see, our species have incredibly heavy bodies. Despite the wings none of us can fly to save our lives, too heavy. Our wings are just for attracting a mate, so we have to travel by ground. A horse can't lift us, so it's got to be a caravan, but all our weight together means that the beasts we harness only last a few trips before they keel over dead from exhaustion."

"So… where are you getting a new one from?"

The griff girl looked at her blankly. Then she held up the harness and shook it meaningfully.

"M-Me?!"

"Yes, that is what you can do, right?"

"I-I'm a healer! I heal people! I was going to heal all of you and be really critical and important!"

The griff girl gave her a funny look. "Sorry, but you aren't that special. We have two healers in our band already, we don't need you for that, like, at all."

The crush of disappointment settled around Fey like a lead weight around her shoulders, her throat constricting a little with embarrassment, she had— she had assumed that they— that she was—

Oh no.

She felt her cheeks heat.

In fact she was so ashamed that she found herself reaching for the harness blankly, anything to move on from the moment. She wished the earth would open up and swallow her, no, she wished she had simply stayed and bred the living daylights out of that sheepkin maid and had never ever gone down to the guild hall!

The griff girl helped, tossing the straps over the top of her barrel and then ducking down underneath.

Of course she then came face to face with her massive dick.

"This… this is quite an impressive illusion," muttered the griff girl. Her hands grabbed at the huge thing and struggled to press it down so she could reach over it for the other strap. It refused to cooperate, bucking up excitedly, and squashing her hands and arms.

After wrestling with the thing she finally managed to shove it down, a slight blush coming to her face as she drew air in through her beak.

The straps were connected and then roughly buckled together as she pulled back, stumbling, mouth slightly parted, breathy.

"V-very strange illusion," she managed to choke out.

"What the hell are you doing to my band mate!" came a cry, and Ellaria stormed around the side of the caravan.

Fey gave her a glum look.

"She's going to be pulling the caravan. She is absurdly strong as you said in the notes, yes? and essentially a horse, correct? This is the ideal use for her. This is what horses do, manual labour."

Ellaria stared at the griff girl.

"She's my bandmate you—"

"Ella, it's fine," said Fey with a sigh.

But Ellaria wasn't giving up.

"Flora, you can move the caravan, take Fey's place.

"I'll do it, if you unban me from her penis."

"Absolutely not."

"Then there's no way in hell, and don't you even think about would you kindly-ing me, I'm way ahead of you." The gnome girl stuffed her fingers in her ears blocking out all sound and zoomed to the other end of the caravan.

Ellaria watched her go, eyes burning with anger, but still she needed— her eyes darted over to Vivi who was making herself comfortable at the corner of the caravan.

Fey could see her considering a bad idea and she spoke up before her anger made her do something rash.

"Don't Ella. I'm fine, and you don't know how they'll react to Wummy. Worst case they might attack her and they would likely at least injure Wummy at gold rank, and then Wummy might lose her temper and do something really really bad. I can't heal someone if they're dead… I'm— I'm fine okay, I can deal with this."

"What do you mean fine, they're using you to—"

"You said it yourself. 'For now we should keep our heads down and noses to the grind stone. We'll work this job like any other, get paid, and then move onto the next.' We need the money and job under our belt, and it seems like they don't even expect us to do much. It's basically free money apart from me pulling this thing."

"Fey…"

Behind them the griff girl clambered up the ladder and into the front of the caravan, the wood groaning under her incredibly dense weight.

She turned.

"Everyone is onboard so you can start pulling us now. I have a riding crop I can use if it helps get you in the mood for being a carthorse or whatever."

Ellaria turned on her, embers pouring from her hair.

"If you dare even think about it you little shit pigeon I will burn every feather from your overweight body, crack open your asshole and stuff you full of sage and onion, and then present you on a platter to the local dragons to be eaten alive."

The griff girl froze at the sudden ferocity.

"...N-No riding crop. Gotcha."

Ellaria practically growled as she stalked toward the caravan before elegantly climbing up on top. The griff girl fled from her sight with a yelp.

"Fey, if you really feel okay doing this, then… fine, but if you change your mind, let me know."

Fey nodded, trying to assure the elf, and then turned to the road.

How hard could it be? It was only pulling stuff.

She flexed her muscles, cricking her neck and shoulders, cracked her knuckles, then flexed her legs, doing a full body warm up.

Once ready she slowly began to lean forward, slowly putting her weight against the harness, then increasingly using her strength,

Holy shit this thing was H E A V Y.

How much did these birds freaking weigh?

Her hooves ground against the cobble, sliding backwards and cracking stone, but still she leaned harder, pushing, to her utmost, and the caravan, with a groan of wood under strain, started to roll.

Once the thing had started rolling things became much easier, thankfully, and Fey was able to pull the thing down the street, getting comfortable with the incredible weight.

Strength sapping manacle bracelets or not, she was still really fucking strong, and her strength hadn't stopped growing in the time since leaving Bine. She simply exceeded the limitation the manacles put on her. It was like she was already wearing some monumental weight with them, and the pulling of the caravan was just an additional weight on top of what she was already carrying, a weight pushing her closer to her limit.

The caravan rolled through the city, and crowds parted for her, giving herself and the immense caravan a wide berth.

She made her way through the crowds and wide city streets, sometimes crossing boulevards but always people were rushing to get out of the way of her and the enormous inter-city caravan she was pulling.

That is, until the crowds simply stopped doing that. Fey looked around in dismay as people started to pack in, standing in her way, or in the way of the caravan behind her, yelling and swearing as they had to scramble out of its path at the last moment. Their speed slowed to a crawl and Fey found herself surrounded by people, packed around her sides.

"Wh-what's happening?"

"Ah, have you not been to Draconica before? They regularly move heavy equipment that can cause the most ridiculous traffic jams."

She glanced over her shoulder to see a younger teenage griff girl sitting on the edge of the caravan directly behind her, her pregnant belly resting in her lap.

Fey blinked as she recalled when they had first arrived in the city, a street they had passed through had become so filled with people that they had been trapped and unable to move.

"What kind of heavy equipment could possibly cause this?"

But then, she got her answer as a shadow fell over them.

"Oh, that thing." said the teenager.

Fey turned her head and then looked up as what appeared to be a purple tower set on its side emerged from a nearby street.

It was friggin enormous, and the great thing rested on a super long flat bed caravan with hundreds of solid steel wheels rolling beneath, enchantments carved across the structure and set into the rim of every wheel seemed to be what propelled the thing, with a few dozen city guards directing it and shooing people out of the way.

What… what was this thing?

Fey stared at the great purple tower. It wasn't really like a tower, the purple was smooth and glossy and made of rubber, with huge bumped nobules and plated ridges on the sides, the tip gently rounded.

"The queen is in quite an unfortunate position, what with being one of the largest of her kind. I kinda feel for her ya know. She's so big that she can't even feel other dragon's members inside her, even in their true forms, and she just lies there looking bored. So the city came up with a solution and she loved it, commanding more and more of the things to be made. Now she uses them on the regular."

A slow and mind boggling realisation was starting to dawn on Fey of just what it was she was looking at.

"Is this a… penis?"

"Well yeah, a rubber dildo more specifically, a dragon penis dildo even more specifically. You can go watch her use it if you like, but the crowds are usually packed and it's difficult to get a good seat, plus if you get too close her moans can burst your eardrums from the vibrations."

Fey recalled the parade of pussy divers that the queen made use of yesterday, she supposed this must be a similar thing.

Apparently the queen was quite the exhibitionist, although at her size perhaps that was unavoidable.

She watched as the unbelievably massive building sized dildo rolled past and moved into the street across from them and then out of view.

She was terrified of Queen Excalivania, but also a tiny little bit curious about just what a sight it would be to see the Queen ride such a thing. She pictured sitting in an audience box, a pair of white scaled hips the size of several castles moving up and down before her, each hip-slam down causing earthquakes that collapsed buildings.

She shook her head. Like hell she would ever get that close to a dragon again! Fuck that noise!

She tried her best to forget what she had just seen and forged on, pulling the ultra heavy caravan onward and making her way through the city and away from any dragon.

As she journeyed, the teenage griff girl sitting on the caravan behind her tried to strike up conversation, her legs dangling over the edge and kicking idly. Her eyes rarely left Fey's fat balls which rolled hypnotically from thigh to thigh as she trotted.

"You are, uhm, quite big for a centaur if you don't mind me saying."

"I didn't used to be," muttered Fey. "I was in an accident, a magical accident, and then started to grow, in, uh, fits and starts."

"They're real aren't they. They aren't an illusion."

"Hm?"

"Your dick and balls."

Fey nearly misstepped and had to catch herself.

"Uh, w-well, uhm, yes, my uhm, rear-spheres and under-sausage, are uhm, r-real, and uhm, get used sometimes… okay, they get used all the time, a lot."

"Your… what?"

Fey blushed. Why did she have to explain this in public?

"My p-penis. I use it a lot."

The griff girl stared, and then shuffled to the side, leaning over to snatch a look at the thing as it waved side to side with Fey's gait, sometimes catching a little on her front legs.

"What do you use it on? Some kind of rubber sleeve?"

"Uhm, well, no, I use it on girls."

"...other centaurs?"

Sometimes it was quite hard to explain to people how the physical side of things worked. Their minds just seemed to refuse to accept the idea that she could fit inside someone.

"Ah, no, I can fit in anyone, because part of the magical accident also gave me this kind of magic that lets that happen painlessly and easily and makes it feel extra good."

"Huh." said the teenager.

She glanced at Fey's dick, then turned to look at her band captain. He was lazing on a pile of pillows while a pile of griff girls lazed on him. Three of them were massaging his shoulders and pecs and arms. Another was fondling the bulge in his shorts. It was quite an impressive bulge, huge to match his size.

But nowhere near the size of the weapon this centaur was packing.

And that wasn't even mentioning her balls!

She was about to ask Fey for more details when they arrived at the city gates and their talk was cut short.

Getting through the gates turned out to be the smoothest passage yet, the guards taking one look at the griffin band on their intercity-caravan, and then waving them through letting them skip the line.

At least that was one benefit of working with this stuck up band, thought Fey.

She trotted out into the world once more, leaving the city behind.

Soon after that she was leaving the main road, turning onto a near empty side road and travelling away from the more trodden paths, the plains and hills rolling away to either side, dotted with small and naturally pleasing forests. A few white clouds decorating an endless blue sky. It felt like a perfect day to be an adventurer on the road.

With the small flaw that she currently felt more like a working cart horse than an adventurer.

She glanced over her shoulder to see the teenager had been joined by two others, the other two griff girls lazing in the caravan, their elbows on the edge, hands cupping chins as they directed their gaze to the exact same spot the teenager was.

It was an admiring gaze.

And all three gazes were focused on her balls.

Were her balls really that good to look upon? wondered Fey. It wasn't like she could see them herself, and especially not while trotting. Maybe they did look really good to a girl, like she might admire Ellaria's gorgeous rear as she walked up stairs.

Thinking about it, she added a little more sway to her hips and her balls rolled more dramatically across her thighs.

This got an appreciative murmur and a coo from the three griff girls watching her.

Okay that did feel a little good to hear. Maybe she really did have really attractive balls. She remembered herself sneaking snatched glances of some of her tribes more attractive male centaurs. Out on the plains clothing was non-existant for centaurs and a male's genitals were always on full display, quite a nice state of affairs for any horny female voyeur. There had been some quite nice balls in her tribe, but when compared to her own as they currently were they paled in comparison, little shrivelled things, nothing like her massive plump masses that strained to contain the vast quantities of her virility.

Okay, now the female attention made a little more sense to her.

She wiggled her hips a bit, balls bouncing, and there was a slight gasp. She smiled mischievously.

They liked that?

Her gait sped up, moving to a canter, balls rolling from thigh to thigh faster and getting appreciative murmurs.

The road below was eaten up by her stride, and the caravan behind rumbled along faster.

It felt good to stretch her muscles, and push herself, and she found herself speeding up more, and then even more, and then even more, moving from a canter into a gallop, her balls bouncing from thigh to thigh wildly, her cock waving madly as the wind brushed against it, her hair flowing in the wind.

This wasn't so bad, in fact the weight of the caravan pulling at her only made her want to go faster, so she did, gallop accelerating, hooves drumming against the paving as she pelted down the road, the caravan rumbling along behind her, small stones crushed below its great wheels. Her muscles strained, under stress in a good way.

Yet she still felt she could go faster, so she did, and then she went even faster. This caravan simply could not slow her, she was a mighty centaur, and nothing could stop her.

The caravan thundered down the road at an astonishing speed, creating a huge racket as its wheels rolled at top speed. The centaur in front pounding the ground with her hooves, full tilt galloping along like she wasn't pulling along a stupendously heavy caravan just behind her.

It was nothing to her, and she forgot it was there as she ran free with the wind in her hair.

The miles were eaten up like that, and soon they were passing beyond the planes and the dotted forest, and the forests were becoming more frequent, joining up as they sprawled, and then fully joining, becoming one endless forest, one that surrounded the road, great trees looming over head as the caravan rocketed past at a furious pace.

Eventually though, her boundless energy started to falter, and she began to slow, going from a gallop to a canter to a trot as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Her leg muscles ached in a good way.

She glanced behind and froze as she found her audience had grown. Now six of the griff girls were there, all lined up along the front of the caravan and all six of them idly watching her balls.

She blushed. Okay maybe this was a bit much. She hadn't realised just how much of a show she had been putting on.

"Uhm, is the place where we stop nearby?"

"Oh, we passed the Inn ages ago," said the teenager. "I did yell for you to stop but you were so into it that you didn't hear me."

Fey paled. Welp, that was bad.

"Don't worry though, you kept up such a crazy pace that we're near the place we would have stopped at the second night.

"Ah, I see…"

Her trotting slowed further as her heart rate slowed and became more normal.

Suddenly a weight landed on her back, and she lifted her eyebrows in surprise. It was a really heavy weight. She turned her head to see the teenager. She'd jumped from the caravan and was now sitting on her!

Gods what was with this griffin band? Did their parents never teach them any manners?

"Uhm, just so you know, jumping on a centaur's back randomly is a bad idea. Anyone else from my old tribe would throw you to the ground and stamp on your head."

The teenager blinked and paled.

"Oh, I didn't know it was a big thing, s-sorry."

"It's okay, you're the nicest to me so far, so I don't mind. What's your name?"

"It's uhm, Lush," said Lush, blushing a bit.

"Fey, and that's a pretty name."

Fey glanced down at her pregnant belly. She was heavily preggers even for a non-Fey pregnancy, easily far larger than what a nine month pregnancy with triplets on a normal person might be.

The teenager caught her looking.

"Wondering why I'm so big around here?" she said, rubbing her belly.

"A little."

"It's our Alpha, Olanelis. The alpha griffin for all nineteen of us. You've seen how big he is. That means really big eggs too, and a lot. Our species have an innate sense of that kind of thing in there, s'why I know I have seven eggs and even exactly how big they are."

Fey blinked.

"He's the father for… all of you?"

"Mmhmm. Griffin males are very rare, only one male per twenty to thirty females, and all griff males are huge like him. We're not so much a band but a family."

Strangely, Fey realised that her band was basically the same. All of her girls were pregnant because of her.

"Of course, because griff males are so rare, it's like they make up for it with sheer size and virility." she nodded over her shoulder and Fey followed her gaze.

The alpha was there, a dozen griff girls scattered lying limp around him, cum oozing from their pussies. He had another pinned down beneath him in a mating press and was idly easing a very large pink penis in and out of her, moaning coming from the girl out of view.

Hmmph. His technique was terrible, what the hell kind of angling was that? He was barely leveraging her walls, and dear gods he was miles off from properly stimulating the optimal spots, and that motion, such lazy uneven thrusting with no flow or crescendo, or for that matter, not even a rougher more primal alternative. He was treating her more like a static block of wood than a sex partner! That was no way to treat a needy pussy, hell it wouldn't even feel as good for him as she wouldn't clamp down as she came and—

Fey paused as she realised just what she was doing.

"Oh no." said Fey. "I've accidentally become a freaking sexpert!"

She hadn't even realised it, it had just naturally happened as a side effect of having such ridiculous amounts of constant sex. Every little thing Olanelis the alpha griffin was doing she had critique for, better ways of doing, ways of drawing the absolute maximum pleasure from a girl.

It was no wonder that girls made the noises they did when being bred by her, she'd accidentally become a mating grand master.

The teenager gave her a blank look.

"He, uh, doesn't care even slightly about the partner he's with, she's just a hole…"

"Huh?"

Fey's voice became a bare whisper and she avoided her gaze. "He's a lazy amateur. He's below bronze rank at… that. He's wood rank, no, worse, porridge rank."

It was a surprising thing to realise considering how incredibly attractive the alpha griff was, but then if he had never cared to learn it made some sense.

The teenager remained silent for a moment.

"You know, I had a feeling, but it's not like there's any other male griffs around that I could compare him too. He's always been cold, giving us scheduled shifts to relieve him, making sure we are all properly preggers, then selling the eggs to the nesting guilds for the extra gold. He, uh, doesn't like to miss out on that income, so we've never not been pregnant, like we're a money factory."

She squirmed her hips against Fey's back, grinding herself down against her spine.

Fey could feel her softness pressing against her.

"Sooo, you have the biggest cock I've ever seen, can magically fit inside any girl no matter what, and know your stuff in the bedroom?"

"... Maybe."

"It's a wonder that your band all have boyfriends then, I'd definitely be all over you."

Fey realised belatedly that the teenager had no idea that she was the cause of the band's pregnancies and assumed someone of their own species was the father.

"Ha-haha, y-yeah…"

"What's life like in your band?"

Fey recalled the wonderful non-stop breeding of her girls, fighting a dragoness in bine, nearly dying to a mimic queen in a dungeon near Bine, then nearly dying to a vampire countess, and then nearly dying to a succubus.

"Dangerous and scary. But, I secretly love it..."

"Mm, I get that. It helps that there's so many of us in our band, if a monster becomes a problem we can just crush them with numbers, sometimes literally, it's surprisingly easy to hold a monster down when you weigh this much. We're the Lead Feathers, and we can't fly… hah." Her voice became a little bitter sounding toward the end.

"Good name for a band."

The teenager squeezed her thicc thighs against Fey's massive and unyielding barrel.

"Maybe. What about your band name? Why Magic Mog?"

"...We don't talk about it."

"Ah, I understand. The Adventuring life is dangerous, and not everyone makes it."

There was a certain connection made there, shared experience making instant friends.

Still, Fey almost corrected her guess, but that wasn't something the band talked about.

She trotted onward and they kept chatting, the griff girl keeping her company.

Eventually, after a short lunch of bread and cheese, and many hours more of pulling the cart, one of the griff girls pointed to a dirt track and Fey hauled the caravan onto it, tree branches snapping around it due to its unwieldy size. Soon they reached their destination, the camping spot, a great clearing amongst the trees.

She rolled the caravan to a stop on the grass and eased back with a groan, feeling how sore her muscles were, in a good way.

Ellaria appeared by her side and helped pull apart the harness, perhaps taking a little longer than was necessary to get the thing over her erection.

She stepped from off the thing and sighed, lifting her arms over head in a long satisfying stretch, her too small blouse riding up her breasts until they were just barely hanging off her nipples to keep coverage, her areola quite visible.

She glanced back down to see Ellaria looking up at her wide eyed, a little drool on her lip as she watched the blouse ease back down leaving Fey with just vast quantities of under boob.

The elf hurriedly wiped her lip as she noticed Fey was looking at her.

"W-We should set up camp."

Fey nodded.

She almost suggested staying in Vivi's cabin… but then she recalled that was a touch problematic right now what with a succubus hanging around somewhere, not to mention Mary. Fearing being assassinated in the night was not conducive to a good night's rest… At least out here in the middle of nowhere she only had regular monsters to worry about.

She watched as the band of pregnant griffins pulled things down from the great caravan, rows of tents, and then a much much larger and ornate tent for the alpha griffin. They put together a huge bonfire in the middle and then placed a spitted pig over it along with various mushrooms and peppers.

Ellaria no longer had the dimensional bag, but she had prepared supplies in a pack. She approached the fire with pots full of stew to heat them.

Olanelis the alpha griffin stepped in front of her and raised his hand, forcing Ellaria to come to a stop.

"Excuse me, I need to use the fire."

"No."

Ellaria paused.

"It's the camp fire, used for cooking and a source of heat, what else should it be used for?"

"It's not 'the' fire elfy. It's our fire. Go get your own fire. In fact, nothing in this camp is yours to use. We set up the camp, why should you get to use it?"

Sparks started to drift from Ellaria's hair.

"Fey just spent the entire day hauling your lazy fu-

"Ella, it's fine," said Fey. "Really, let's just go find another spot."

Ellaria glanced up at her in surprise, but then seeing Fey's expression her mouth closed with a click.

"Fine. Have it your way."

She turned and strode away. The band followed in her wake.

For some odd reason, as the elf reached the forest edge, the fire the griff band was cooking on became much much hotter without visibly changing and soon the food started to burn. It took a while for the griff band to notice, but by then of course it was a little too late.

Fey heard Olanelis bellowing angrily at his girls about burnt dinner as they made their way through the forest. She glanced at Ellaria. Did she…?

They found a very small yet comfortable clearing beneath an oak tree surrounded by soft grass and flowers. They flopped down, tossing down bed rolls half heartedly.

A fire sprung up to one side, a flame hovering just above the grass. Ellaria got to work making dinner.

Fey threw down her extra large bed roll and rolled on top of it, using the great oak tree as a back rest. She wiggled to get comfy. She already missed the cabin bed.

The band got busy around her as she relaxed, and she just lay there feeling the satisfying exhaustion of horsey labour.

She sighed blissfully, then opened her eyes.

To her surprise there was someone standing next to her. It was the teenage griff girl, Lush.

She looked up from her elegant yet thick and curvy feline legs with cream-white fur, past her shorts which were unbuttoned to allow her huge pregnant belly to spill free, and then up over her heavy motherly breasts resting on top. Then further up to the downy mane of white feathers spilling over her shoulders and the top of her cleavage, then up to the very cute face of the girl. Her beak was small and her eyes large, brown, and curious. Her head was capped with white fluffed pointed cat ears above her head.

Her large wings twitched behind her back, and she rubbed her taloned hands together nervously.

"H-hey. I thought you could do with someone to give you a m-massage after all that work? Olanelis demands the same sometimes and…"

"..."

"HAH! I'm just kidding, obviously!...U-Unless…" said Lush quickly, already trying to brush the suggestion away.

Fey tilted her head, curious.

Lush swallowed. "That was totally just a joke. Uhm… A-Although…"

"Do you want to hear me say yes?"

Lush fell to her knees.

"Oh thank god, that was way too awkward!"

Her hands grasped for Fey's thighs and began squeezing and kneading the muscle.

Fey's cock twitched in response.

A massage after a long day? Fey shivered as the tension started to seep from her body. The teenager knew what she was doing, and worked her way around, unknotting tired muscle on one thigh before rushing around to the other side to massage the other. Her foot brushed against Fey's balls as she passed, and her blush deepened.

"Th-There's other parts that need massaging I'll move to them now," Lush rushed out.

Her hands moved from the leg to another leg, Fey's third, or rather, fifth leg. It hadn't taken long for her to make her move.

The thing was very hard and very very hot under her hands and the teenager swallowed, eyes as round as saucers as she touched at the monster of a dick.

Even if it couldn't fit inside a girl, and was completely impractical, it still called out to something deep within any female, attracted by its sheer size and vascularity, there was an instinctive need to touch, to fondle and feel and explore such a dick, and Lush was no different, her fingers playing across the things surface, little coo sounds and little gasps escaping her small beak as it throbbed in her hands.

"Girl, if you want to ride the pony then just bloody say so," said Flora from where she lounged on her invisible chaise. She'd gotten a fruity cocktail from somewhere and was lazily sipping on it as a floating leaf fan nearby slowly fanned her. "A warm bed and a giant fucking dick at the end of the day, we all know you want it."

Lush gave her a frightened look. But she clearly wanted it. Bad.

Kayla stepped up beside her and patted her leg.

"It's okay, just do it, just like with your alpha, we're super used to public sex and stuff."

"With all of you here? Watching?"

"Yep. You don't mind, do you? I mean, you will be riding Fey, that's totally worth it."

Lush considered this. But then her hands hesitantly raised to her shorts and her thumbs hooked over the hem.

She wiggled her hips and they slid down over her thighs, passing by her knees as she stepped out of them, exposing her hips clad only in white lace panties.

"Well it's not like it's unusual for me," muttered Lush, "Olanelis does it with us in the open."

Encouraged by the others, she stepped across Fey's barrel. Or rather, she attempted to. Fey was so large that her legs were split very wide and she had trouble keeping her balance.

Hesitantly she lowered herself down, her lace panties coming to rest on top of the hot to the touch monster of a schlong. It bucked into her, pressing against her softness and a small yelp escaped her.

"Y-you're very hard to the touch. Olanelis, is uhm, a lot more soft…"

She bounced up and down a little, experimenting, curious, pressing her panty clad folds over thick veins, and then scraping her pussy over the top of Fey's medial ring.

Fey let out a soft moan. She felt really good, and gods, she hadn't had sex all day. She was hornier than a four-balled tomcat and if she didn't get some then she was sure she was going to explode. Her balls were swollen and turgid from rolling across her thighs all day, nearly as big as the night before with Wummy, and lying heavily in front her rear, squashing the grass flat as they rested.

Truly, she had a massive pent up load.

Kayla leaned forward and took Lush's hand and directed her, showing her the best angles to press down on.

The girl keened as her clit scraped against the fat medial ring, and her soaked panties overflowed, spilling her juices down the sides of the trunk of dick in hot little rivulets.

"Wh-why does this feel so freaking gewd!" she groaned.

"Oh, that's the feel extra good part of the magic I mentioned…"

"Fuck, I- I want more of this!"

The teenager suddenly lunged forward, frantically throwing herself down in front of Fey's dick to her alarm.

"B-but what about your eggs?!

"Olanelis has all our eggs enchanted to be impossible to harm so he can keep fucking us while preggers," groaned Lush.

Sex was completely fine?

Well, that made things a bit different, and Fey could admit to herself she was curious what it would feel like to fuck a girl already marked by someone else.

Kayla leapt up on top of Fey's barrel, pacing forward with her tail swinging behind. She watched thoughtfully as the teenager flailed atop her barrel, legs kicking as she tried to align herself with a dick significantly thicker and longer than her leg, not to mention the trouble she was having doing so while lying atop her preggers belly.

After a moment Kayla reached out, small hands taking hold of her soft rear and gripping hold of her panties. She dragged her hips to the side.

"A little to the side!"

The teenager moved obediently.

"And back!"

The teenager moved back.

"That's good! Now just let me…"

Kayla reached down and dipped her fingers past the teenager's muff, grabbing hold of the sopping panty fabric and dragging it aside from her swollen pussy.

The teenager's folds were revealed and Kayla's brow rose as she found the teenager already possessed a small gape, pussy spread a little, mouthing at the air, before easing closed. Olanelis the alpha griffin was quite large, it seemed, to leave a girl like this without Fey magic.

Of course, this was fucking nothing compared to what Fey was about to do to this unknowing teenager. Kayla was almost jealous of her, to get to experience it for the first time, that feeling of being so wonderfully stretched out.

She took hold of the girl's hips and helped guide her back until her trembling gapey puss was kissing the tip of Fey's dick, her plump ass pressing against it and muffin topping around the sides.

"Flying fur! There's no way, there's no freaking way! You make Olanelis look tiny!" gasped Lush.

"It will definitely fit, don't worry. The first time can be a bit of a shock, as you can't quite believe it," said Kayla helpfully, "But your body knows, it knows that it's seen a dick like no other, and it wants it, it needs this dick."

The teenager swallowed. "Y-yeah? W-well, I do feel like my core is on freaking fire right now, so maybe it d-does!"

"It definitely does, have you seen how wet you are? You're like a freaking floodplain down here!"

The teenager blushed. But then determination seemed to harden her resolve and she began to push back, pressing herself against the mammoth horse dick.

Her voice rose in a rising groan as her hands grasped at Fey's chest, lion like legs tensing with the great strength her kind possessed as she thrust her rear up against something that felt like it could never ever possibly fit, but then, she wanted to believe didn't she?

The things this centaur's body promised, she wanted that! No more being number nineteen in line for mediocre sex with a bore of an alpha who treated her as an egg factory!

Her ass started to spread, spilling over the rim, and her beak opened in disbelief, it was- it was working, it was really working, in fact she could feel her muff spreading out across the bumpy surface!

"Ohh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh furk!" she groaned as her body started to part, making way for more dick than she'd ever taken before in her life, pussy expanding outward to joyfully embrace so much horse dick, pink folds thinning as they squeezed and slipped, aided by so much lubricant.

"HNNN-AAIEEEEE!!"

"SCHLuRPP!"

The teenager suddenly jerked backwards as her puss slipped round the edge of the cock, labia becoming paper thin.

"Oh- oh gawd why does it feel soo guuuuuuudAAIIEEEEEEEE!!!!"

SKWRSSH!! SKWRSSH!! SKWRSSH!!

The teenager thrashed, back arching as she squealed, pussy squirting in powerful sprays against Fey, huge wings extending from her back, tail stiffening and flagging up in the air.

It took nearly a minute for her to recover, and then she flopped down, rear perked in the air as she rested on her preggers belly. Her legs trembled.

"What the fuuuuuck," she groaned. "Wh-What happened…"

Kayla helpfully popped up beside her, happy to guide the teenager through her first Feying.

"It's your body becoming like super sensitive because of her magic, plus your pussy being all stretched out with so much more surface area to feel with, plus Fey's penis which is the best penis ever!! Congrats you just had the first real orgasm of your life!"

"I… wha?"

"Think about it, how did that feel compared to previous orgasms?"

The teenager licked her beak. "Uh, one hundred, no, one thousand times better than the best I've ever had with Olanelis, m-maybe more… what the fuck…"

"Mhmm! That's because those weren't real primal Fey orgasms. You've only had a shadow of an orgasm before."

"B-but I've squirted and stuff in the past!"

"And was it as good as this?"

"No!" cried the teenager, her voice hoarse, "It's so so much less than this!"

Kayla nodded wisely, her arms crossed. "And now you know what you've been missing out on."

"Fuck. Fuck! This feels, way too good, so good I'm afraid to move my hips. If the others try this, they aren't going to leave you alone, I won't get another chance to ride you! They'll hog you all for themselves and I won't even be allowed near!"

Kayla leaned down, whispering into her ear.

"You had best ride her as hard as you can now then, hmm?"

The teenager shuddered at her words, a micro orgasm rocking her body.

"I— I want to, I want m-more!"

The teenager threw herself back with a cry, ravenous teenage pussy hungrily swallowing inches of dick, Kayla giving her encouraging words, her pregnant belly squeezing between Fey's dick and her barrel.

Inch by inch and with many long open mouthed moans, the teenager made her way down Fey's shaft. She almost got stuck on the medial ring, "I- I can't! It's too girthy!" but she eventually made it over with Kayla's encouragement "Just bounce a little harder, and- and do some kegels! Yeah, and wiggle your hips too!!"

As she made her way down further the top of her pregnant belly started to move outward, tenting out with the tip of Fey's dick. Fey herself let out a groan. She could feel the griff girl's eggs shifting around her shaft, pressing against her, creating grinding, clattering pressure, and they felt like they were made of freaking metal! Seriously, what had Olanelis done to these girls? She almost thought she could feel lettering engraved on the outside of the eggs…

The teenager did well, with Kayla's encouragement she made it nearly three quarters of the way down before her legs gave out and she flopped down to take a breather.

Being a very strong species didn't prevent Lush from becoming weak from pleasure overload, especially her trembling legs which had become like floppy wet rope.

Kayla patted her shoulder, like a coach consoling a fighter in mid-match in the ring.

"There there, you did good! You did really really good!"

"S-so big!" breathed the teenager, her thighs trembling, hands clutching shakily at her belly bulge. "I- I'm not sure I can go any further, my legs feel all rubbery."

A bellow of anger came from the forest. "Where are you little Lush! It's your scheduled turn to clean my body! I know you ran off with the Pyrite band!"

The teenager froze on Fey's cock, the whites of her eyes showing.

"Oh, oh shit. He can't see me like this! Run Fey! RUN! RUN!"

Fey was not prepared to deal with a furious alpha griffin catching her with one of his and she rolled to her hooves.

Of course, she was still deep inside the teenager, and with the motion her cock was twisted and ground inside of her. A shrill scream of pleasure came from below as her sensitivity was stimulated along with the sound of fluid splashing across grass.

She almost stopped to check on the teenager, but she could see the foliage moving nearby!

Fey launched into a sprint, running for the coverage of trees, hooves crashing down and propelling her forward as fast as she could.

She shot through the trees with a teenager squealing and screaming and hanging onto her belly bulge from dear life as her belly slapped against Fey's belly.

Behind her the alpha crashed into the small clearing, he turned, about to catch sight of Fey, when the tree he was standing below promptly collapsed on top of him, an entire tree's worth of foliage blocking his view.

Flora sipped from her fruity cocktail, an amused look on her face.

Fey ran deeper into the woods, then deeper, thundering along between trees, the teenager on her cock squirting over and over as she roughly bounced along.

Fey only stopped when she felt like she'd reached a safe distance, far enough away that the alpha could not hear the noises the teenager was making.

She sighed.

Really, she had no idea how to deal with Olanelis. She really didn't want to be on his bad side… well his worser side, but it was clear that at least for some of his girls they weren't happy being with him. Maybe she should ask Kayla and Lily for advice since they knew something of the matter.

Beneath her came the sounds of panted breathing.

"Oh… my… gawwwd…" the teenager managed to get out between heaving breaths, "I can't believe… that just happened… and how freaking good it felt!"

"S-sorry, but you did tell me to run."

"It's fine," she swallowed, "Just, uhm, make it up to me, with s-sex, okay?"

"You want us to… do it? Now?"

"Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck me! I want you to fucking ravage me! I tried moving up and down but I can't do that cause my legs go all rubbery, but you, you're plenty strong s-so rut me against that tree!"

Fey glanced over to the nearby tree, a truly massive thing that was angled from the earth with a smooth barked trunk and a number of broad smooth barked branches emerging from the trunk.

Well, it wasn't like anyone was going to find them this far away from the camps, and she still hadn't had sex today, so she was in her own dire need. Plus the griffin girl did feel really really nice, her sex clamping down on her cock, insides rippling, eggs pressing tight.

She trotted over and then, after a moment of hesitation, reared up, hooking her front hooves over one of the higher up branches, and then slapping her hands against another branch above. She was standing reared up and like that she was able to look down her body and see the teenager speared on her dick.

"Uhm, I think you will need to hang onto something, at least."

"R-Right, give me a sec. Uhm,"

The teenager wiggled and struggled then finally managed to get a hold of Fey's barrel. With great difficulty she managed to start turning, eeps and chirps escaping her small beak as she slowly twisted around Fey's cock. Her belly eased out from Fey's stomach, emerging from the side, and then once hanging over, the weight of the thing dragging the teenager around fully. she cried out, legs trembling, toes spreading as a little spurt of her fluids marked her full turn around. She was now dangling from Fey's cock, arms and legs and breasts and belly all hanging down.

She lifted her head and found a nearby branch. She grabbed hold of it, using her immense strength to hold herself in place, cock bulge sticking out ahead of it.

"Ready?"

"R-ready."

"Are you sure, I'm uh, probably going to be pretty rough."

"Oh gods, please yes! As hard and as rough as you can!" keened the teenager.

Fey nodded and then eased her hips back. Her cock slooowly started coming free from the teenager's plump pussy, her tented out tummy retracting.

"Oh! oh!" cried out the teenager, fingers digging into the branch as her pussy dragged out behind, labia going thin and moulded to every little bump and vein.

And then Fey was thrusting forward.

Nearly an entire day without sex led to a pent up centaur and she deeply craved that sensation of gushing her cream into a welcoming womb. She used more strength than she meant to in her excitement to be sheathed deep in an eager pussy.

Huge stallion thighs hammer slammed home against the squealing teenager's plump rear, Fey's dick sheathed in warm folds to the base in one long sawing motion, the girl's belly thrusting from her pregnancy in one unbelievable and unstoppable motion.

The teenager jiggled from the impact. A lot. Her thighs and ass rippled wildly, then her belly, then up to her breasts, all bouncing and wobbling under the loud flesh on flesh smack of horse thigh on a female rear.

"OHFURCKK!! your cock's too gewddd!!!" she keened, hanging onto the branch for dear life.

The tree creaked under the impact of Fey's thrust as the teenager's pussy was utterly ruined by feet of dick.

Sloppy wet shlucking queefs followed as Fey brutally dragged her cock back out and a spray of pussy juices, pulling back until only the last few inches remained inside,

"I— I need you, I need more of you!” keened the teenager, drool running down her beak, her body trembling, her legs dangling limp beneath her. She clung on for dear life, the tension, the building tension, in that moment waiting for Fey to thrust once more, and then… she did,

"AIIIIIIEEEEE"" screamed the teenager as feet of brutally hard dick sawed into her soft pink pussy.

Mind shatteringly intense orgasm ripped through her and her tight passage rippled, her abdomen muscles clenching down, grinding her eggs inside her against dick, her breasts bouncing wildly, buttons pulling apart on her blouse until her globular tits were spilling free, large soft things that bounced wildly, sprinkling little lines of her motherly teenage milk into the air.

She howled as her fat pussy was forcibly dragged back along with the thigh thick dick, labia extending inches from her muff as Fey sawed back out roughly pulling her four feet of stallion dick from the teenager's cunny, eliciting the lewdest of wet shlurking sounds and a powerful jet of squirt that shout out ahead of her arcing in the air a dozen feet and drawing lines across the dirt.

Her pussy went mad as its already extremely on edge state was beyond overstimulated, streams and rivulets of her dew running down onto Fey’s dick, outlining its veins and crevices before rolling around the underside to stream to the forest grass below.

Fey pulled near free and then pistoned back.

"Oh- oh god you're making— I can feel my womb m-making ova! HNYYA! S-so many! My p-pussy is going mad!!!" Lush managed to gasp out between thrusts.

"What does that mean?!" cried Fey as she slammed home with all her might, the teenager's legs flinging around like ragdolls beneath her.

"It means you need to plow this little pussy with seed!" Mewled the teenager, "I've never needed pints of cum inside of me more in my life!"

"I can. Do. Lots of seed." grunted Fey as her hips pounded up into the teenager, every other thrust producing a powerful squirt of pussy juice that rained down ahead of them.

This unknowing teenager had no idea what was coming. She didn't know her normal loads were like, but a pent up Fey being asked to fully unload her breeding ejaculate into a heavenly pussy?

She went harder, muscle bulging across her body as she bent her all to pistoning feet of dick in and out of this fresh cunt, the sounds of flesh on flesh becoming louder and wetter.

*SKLAK!*

“AHN!”

*SCHLAP!*

"OHGOD!"

PLAPTSH!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

SCHPLAP!

Skllrtch-GLLRSCH! Sklluuuurrrrrrrshhh! Skllooorrrrrrrshhh!

"AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The teenager's body went mad as she reached the peak of an orgasm that was higher than any before, her legs going stiff beneath, her toes splayed, back arched, eyes rolling up as her beak yawned wide and she let loose a banshee howl that sent birds and small animals scattering in fright for miles.

Her pussy and womb were a rippling storm of motion, shooting spasms from top top bottom, squeezing and massaging the eggs in her belly rolling and shifting around Fey's cock, her cervix and walls milking fey desperately, screaming out for seed, seed to breed the countless ova her body had gone into overdrive to produce.

It was the limit and Fey groaned as she bucked up hard into her, not fully pulling back but thrusting only eight inches, brutal rough motions that sent the teenager to an even higher plateau of pleasure, making her drunk on lust, her pussy become even more swollen with the full force impacts.

The small thrusts accelerated and then in one final jerky motion slammed home.

Fey's balls hiked up and disgorged so much pent up cum that it increased the girth of her cock by a full inch before exploding from the tip into Lush's womb, filling all space instantly with boiling hot cream, instantly satisfying her body's screaming need for cum.

Of course… that was less than one percent of what was to come.

The teenager's belly… ballooned.

"Oh O h F U C K!" shrieked Lush as her belly billowed out beneath her, cream white belly expanding with tens of gallons of piping hot horse spunt, hanging pendulously from her middle and already nearing the ground "HNNN! There's soo muuuch!!!"

GLLOOSCHH! Came the next vast rope of cum and her belly slammed to the ground as her tummy spilled outward.

"HNYAAA- oh- oh g-gods I'm becoming pregnant! Again!" she cried, "Fuck I don't care anymore, stuff me full of kids Fey! Hundreds! More! more!"

Fey groaned and the words only seemed to make her cum harder.

It was moments until Fey was being pushed off the tree, the teenager's belly growing out beneath her, becoming fast and fecund with sperm, rolling out across the forest floor and pressing up against the tree as the teenager squawked and screeched.

The rate didn't slow, if anything it increased and fey was left moaning and groaning as her cock stiffened further spraying load after load into a womb producing ova as fast as it possibly could, each overloaded ova multi-impregnated with countless hyper virile sperm

GLLOOSCHH! More! More!

"AIIEEEEEEE!!!" Screamed Lush as her body went mad with so much impregnation, her hands scrabbling at her ever growing belly, passing ten feet, then fifteen as she slowly filled out the space between the trees of the forest and then completely filled it out.

The creak of breaking tree trunks filled the air, and then the crash of falling trees as her belly passed thirty feet, then forty, reaching above the treetop and showing no signs of slowing, Fey was left using the massive cream white belly as a wall to rest her front hooves and hands on as she contend to buck and spray and groan unloading the days worth of pent up sperm all in one go.

Crash! Boom! Came the sound of trees collapsing beneath the teenager. Fey couldn't even guess at the height of teenager's belly now, but it sounded like dozens or maybe hundreds of trees were being flattened by her expanding womb.

"More! Moar! Make me more preggers! MOAR eggs! Give me a clutch of thooousands!!!!"

"OH FURK!!" Cried Fey as her balls lurched for the final time, pumping lakes of jizz into Lush, the teenager quite literally singing her melodic screams of pleasure as her limbs flailed and her back arched.

And then it was done.

Fey's eyes rolled up into her head as she momentarily blacked out, and because she was standing near vertical she fell backwards, just as any tree had beneath Lush, timbering to the ground with a thud, her cock brutally ripped from the teenager's pussy.

A river of sperm exploded over her lower half , the gape of the teenager's puss hosing forth a column of pearly white horse sperm that washed over Fey's hind legs and splashed over the forest floor.

"NUU!" keened Lush, hands scrabbling at her pussy lips desperately trying to stop the flow.

After a moment her cervix finally managed to ease close, cutting off the river of sperm and trapping the oceanic load in her womb.

Fey let out a long groan. That had been… a lot..

Yet somehow, some freaking how, she could feel her balls readying for another!

She couldn't keep up with her own balls, this was too much!

She licked her lip and glanced up at the wall of creamy white that rose up above her over the treetops.

She had to ask.

"H-How pregnant are you? You should know right?"

Lush panted, limbs limp as she hung from her vast belly.

"F-Four thousand three hundred and seventeen, uh, Four thousand three hundred and twenty six, hn-nff it's still- Four thousand three hundred and forty nine, hnff, m-my body keeps making ova! Oh god, I'm too pregnant!"

Was there such a thing as being too pregnant? Fey did wonder.

In any case her balls were rumbling, slowly growing larger, snarling for pussy, ravenous for wombs to impregnate.

This was worse than she thought, already she was nearing the size of ball load that had turned this teenager into a cum blimp. The lack of sex for so long had caused her balls to go into a berserk mode, sex no longer giving her the relief she needed. It hadn't been this bad since she'd been forced to visit a whore house to find relief, simple sex simply not being enough to stop her balls from immediately refilling anymore. Already she could feel the strain in her testes becoming very uncomfortable, verging on pain.

She needed relief, and she needed it Now.

So she reached into her cleavage and pulled the portal back to Bine free.