Chapter 68 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Fey struggles to deal with an arousing heat inflamed within her, driving her to sky high heights of horniness. Fortunately, rather a lot of griffin girls are very eager and enthusiastic about helping to soothe her needs, and of course win the ongoing competition.

Eventually Fey runs out of girls to fuck however, that is, apart from one other, Stormnail, the powerful sub-captain of the Lead Feathers band. Stormnail takes Fey on, confident in her bedroom abilities. Unfortunately, she wasn't quite prepared for Fey's reaction, and with the aid of a tree spirit, which had grown vines to help with positioning, Fey sends Stormnail into sexual rapture.

Then she goes hunting for more.

Now, chapter 68:

"Here Fey, calm, okay, now drink."

The glass bottle of ethereally glowing blue liquid tipped up and Fey drank it down, her neck bobbing.

The results were fast acting, and a shudder of relief rolled through her body as the titanic heat that had taken her eased, the furious fires tamping down and becoming mere embers within. She was left with a slower more steady warmth, a fraction of what it had been.

"It- It worked!" she gasped as she pulled away from the now empty battle, "I can feel it, I mean, I don't feel all, erm, aroused anymore!... Mostly!"

Ellaria nodded, clearly pleased with the result.

"Ordinarily I would say you can thank the alchemist who created such a potent heat suppression potion, as it is quite a difficult potion to make."

She turned her head to the side, and glared sparks at Bloom the griffin alchemist.

Bloom was lying contentedly atop her vast cum belly, which of course meant that as Fey and Ellaria were right by her body, they were also atop her vast cumbelly, a plain of cream fur that stretched out in every direction around them, disappearing out of sight into a thick fog.

Bloom sniffed, a little annoyed.

"It wasn't my fault, I intended to drink that heat potion myself, but that young fool Sweetpea kicked it from my hands. Had that not happened then, well, none of this would have happened… probably."

She gestured around vaguely at the fog.

"Hey I heard that!" came Sweetpea's voice echoing from the mists. "It's not my fault you decided to take something as potent as that along!" The young potioner who had competed against Bloom had ended up next to her once Fey was finished with the girls. Although that wasn't obvious, Bloom was so fecund with cum, and so massive, that Sweetpea was too far away to be seen in the mists.

"And you didn't?!" hissed back Bloom.

"Well, yeah, but I kept it safe, unlike you."

"It was you who kicked it!!" cried an increasingly irate Bloom at the younger Sweetpea.

"That was obviously an accident waiting to happen!"

"You little shi—!"

"Ahem." said Ellaria, cutting the fuming alchemist off. "Either way, it doesn't matter right now. I am more concerned about this suppression potion being enough to keep her heat in check."

Bloom sniffed. "Well obviously not. My heat potion is famed for its potency, and it will overcome the suppression potion she just drank sooner or later. This level of heat is very difficult to constrain and hold back." She reached forward and plucked another bottle of the blue potion from her cleavage. "Which is why I made enough to last her to the city. Once back in Draconica you will have to see about acquiring heat suppression potions for yourself, or the ingredients, as I have a limited capacity to make them. I have already used up most of mine and ninety eight percent of Sweetpea's ingredients to make these."

"Hey!" cried Sweetpea again.

"It's your karma for cheating!" snapped back Bloom.

A huff came from the fog. Fey got the vague impression that Sweetpea was sulking. Probably with her arms crossed.

Ellaria tapped her chin in thought.

"I suppose that will have to do for now. Once back in Draconica we can see about getting a few…" her gaze flicked over to Fey as she struggled to climb to her hooves. "...A few thousand more bottles to keep your heat suppressed until it passes."

"R-Right," said Fey, "Even this doesn't really feel like enough, it's like there's a volcano in me, just waiting to explode." Fey shivered a little and bit her lip. "It helps that I don't have two, thingies, right now."

Ellaria seemed to consider this, clearly pondering whether the few potions they had acquired would even be enough to last them until the city. Fey had returned to her non Lucy enhanced size, losing six inches of height to become a total of 9 foot and 6 inches tall. Her now singular penis too had returned to its natural size, a mere 4 foot and 4 inches long, or at least it would have been had Fey not been half flaccid, her cock angling down between her back legs.

The other side effect from what had been a monstrous amount of breeding is that Fey looked unusually refreshed. Her skin was bright and perfect, her breasts perky and straining at her too small blouse, her cheeks rosy, her blonde hair fresh and glossy, and her horse half radiant and full of energy, her tail swished happily behind her.

The combined triple relief of having her needs seen to with both her penises and her pussy had left Fey sparkly eyed and bubbly, a very very healthy centaur.

A pleasing sight for Ellaria to look upon, and the elf happily drank in the attractive view, trying to fix the image in her mind to remember for later.

But then, she was the captain, and she did have responsibilities, she couldn't oggle her lover all day.

"While the potions may last until we reach the city, this is the wild, and it is possible that we may see a delay and you will descend back into the depths of your heat again Fey. Which would make travel pretty difficult. We also cannot make use of the Dragon Silk Cave as a shortcut, as the curtain we left in Draconica to exit the cave was folded up in a small space to prevent that succubus escaping."

"So we should get moving, erm, soon?"

"Indeed. We should depart as soon as possible, and try to make good time."

Ellaria glanced around, and her shoulders slumped a little.

Fey followed her eyes. They were standing on the vast cum tummy of the alchemist and the edges of her belly weren't even visible in the distance due to the thick heavy fog that filled the air, a potent hormonal mist, a miasma created from so many thoroughly and repeatedly well fucked pussies left to gape open in the air.

Just how far had she gone in breeding every girl in the Lead Feathers? Fey wasn't completely sure, she had been so lost to her sheer arousal that everything had become a blur of breeding. Girls being removed or placed onto her dicks non stop, the vines shifting and moving all of them in concert, placing Fey in suspended position that allowed her to breed two at once, one dick for each pussy, their bodies thrust beneath her as their cum bellies expanded from out either side of her barrel.

Speaking of the vines. Fey glanced up into the fog.

A great tree branch was above, a massive thing several times thicker than a normal sized tree trunk. The tree was the same tree from the clearing, just, a little bigger. It was only now that Fey had the vague recollection as to why it had grown so large, snatched glances seen of the vines that grew from the tree eagerly soaking up pools of her seed, and of course its efforts to find more, which was why the tree spirit that controlled the vines had been very very eager to help her breed.

The result spoke for itself. Fey wasn't how far above the ground they were, but the lower boughs of the now enormous tree were above them, and the top of tree even higher.

The vast trunk of the tree could just be seen as a distant faint shadow in the hormonal mist due to its sheer size.

Visible on the branch above them was a picnic blanket along with the rest of the band.

Flora lazed on the blanket fiddling with her magic rectangle as Vivi had her breasts milked by Wummy, Lily nibbled on cucumber sandwiches her bears were delivering her, and Kayla scribbled in her referee's notebook.

"They keep getting more pregnant," muttered Kayla as she scratched some figure out on the paper and wrote more, "You kinda went overboard Fey, the number of eggs, it's- it's—!"

"How many?" said Fey feeling a little alarmed.

Kayla bit her lip. "Let's just say, a lot. Your seed seems somehow even more potent when Lucy uses her Class on you, and with two coc- with two lengths for insemination… m-maybe there is such a thing as too much pregnancy, how are the Lead Feathers possibly going to feed them all!"

It was true, the amount of eggs that would soon be filling these griffin girls would be mind boggling. Which also meant sooner or later a lot of mouths to feed.

She looked up at the great tree, and frowned, the beginning of some kind of plan forming, a solution to that particular problem.

But before she could think further Ellaria interrupted.

"They aren't full of grown eggs right now, of course, but they are full of cum, and while they are full of cum we simply cannot make good time, not with this many and just Flora, she will falter long before we reach the city."

Flora didn't look away from what appeared to be lots of brightly coloured blocks of different shapes moving down on the beeping magic rectangle. "I wouldn't do that anyway, I'm not a taxi service, same as Fey isn't."

"But you will help empty these girls."

"...Sure, as long as I can have all of their cum."

"Nope."

"Aw, just a little? Just to fill me out a bit more?"

"No chance."

Flora scowled, but relented. The bottom row of blocks disappeared on the magic rectangle which seemed to cheer her up a bit.

"Fine, I'll empty them, but what are you going to do with all the stuff? Are we just going to create a new lake as a minor landmark in the middle of this forest or what?"

Ellaria seemed unsure how to answer that, but then Fey perked up. She had the solution, of course.

Her hand dipped into her cleavage and produced the steel portal ring.

"We, ah, might be able to use this?"

In the end it didn't take long to explain to those who didn't know of the ring. Ellaria seemed quite pleased with the utility of the thing in fact, and Fey could already see her thinking of possible tactical ways to use it in a fight.

Fey held up the portal ring and peered through, half hoping to see someone from the Fey Hunting Club on the other side. But it seemed whatever had been happening in Bine, there was no one around to deal with the ring.

For a second she wondered if they would just be pumping her cum into a random room where the ring had been left, but after a moment of peering through the ring she realised that it had been placed somewhere just in case it needed to be used like this. Maybe not a surprise since she had recently emptied Lush through it.

The Fey Hunting Club had pre-emptively placed the portal ring inside of the great glass cylindrical containers that Fey had seen in the background when she had previously looked through the ring. The containers with the enormous steel pumps.

Clever, thought Fey, clearly the FHC had prepared some kind of underground storage system to contain her seed. No doubt the clear rubber hoses that led from the giant pumping machine led to storage tanks somewhere, and all that she had ejaculated into the Lead Feathers could be neatly and safely contained.

Pleased with herself she glanced up at Ellaria

"Perhaps some kind of ballista or large bow," muttered the elf, momentarily having forgotten the issue at hand.

The magic rectangle made a congratulatory sound and Flora hummed. "You can just buy me a ton of those fancy winch crossbows again ya know, I'll use 'em if you ask even with the 'would you kindly' thing."

Fey blinked, Flora was volunteering herself to be 'would you kindly'd? That was… nice of her? They had lost most of the crossbows that had been used for Flora's Gatling Crossbow ability when Ellaria's dimensional bag had exploded. The delicate things hadn't survived the tsunami of indestructible eggs and had been turned into kindling for the most part.

"I know, I'm just thinking of something… a little less extremely expensive considering our current financial situation." Ellaria tapped her chin in thought, tactics and strategy rushing through her mind like a cascade of parchment plans.

"Ella?"

The elf blinked and looked up. "Yes?"

"I think draining them like this should work, the other end of the portal seems to have been left somewhere in preparation for this, I uh, may have already used it to drain Lush, so they may have thought it could happen again."

"I see, in that case would you kin—"

Flora huffed. "You don't have to 'would you kindly' me. I'll do it for free, sheesh."

Ellaria slowly closed her mouth.

"Apologies. Habit.  Please, go ahead."

Fey half wondered if this was the beginning of some underhanded plan of Flora's to get unbanned from her penis, but she let the ring float from her fingers and into the air, and watched as Flora carefully moved it down to Bloom's massive and gently steaming gape.

The alchemist let out some squeaks as the steel was eased against her puss and pressed up against her labia, and then came a breathy gasp, her fingers digging into her cum belly as a slow but inexorable pressure began to be applied from every direction.

"OOHHHFUCCCKKK!!!"

Her cervix dilated and a torrent of cum roared into her passage, thick heavy seed stimulating her afresh as it blasted past and crashed through the portal, long sprays of seed exploding from between her thighs a dozen meters into the air until Flora squeezed the steel ring tight against her pussy preventing any escapage.

Not that Bloom seemed to mind as she screamed her lungs out, her breasts spraying milk as she orgasmed repeatedly.

Slowly, the ground beneath Fey's hooves began to drop as the lakes and lakes of seed contained within the alchemist were drained into the portal.

Before the branch above became too far away however, Fey and Ellaria found themselves being lifted, floated up into the air and dropped down beside the rest of the band by the picnic blanket.

From up there Fey had a better view and her eyes widened as she looked out, the pussy fog happening to part a little so she could see.

Hills surrounded the vast tree, enormous domes pressed up against each other as they fought for space, each dome capped with the tiny shape of a griff girl, their tiny wings perked up, their legs kicking as they bathed in their sheer bred state. The occasional bit of chatter could be heard as it drifted across the great distance, happy boasting talk about just how pregnant they were, and boasting about getting even more so as Fey's sperm continued to inseminate them, impregnating them further, the girls still competing.

It sounded like not a one of them was pregnant with less than ten thousand.

Fey licked her lip and her cock twitched. It would be so easy to just have another round, pump that number up a bit higher, just a little more.

She shook her head slightly, trying to clear her head. The pussy fog made it tricky to think clearly, and the enticing sight of so many gaped open cunts didn't help either.

She plucked a cucumber sandwich from the picnic blanket and settled in to watch.

One by one the steel ring pressed against each griffin girl's pussy and their squeals filled the air, flailing wildly as they were slowly pumped of lakes of centaur cum. Below the branch they were on, the ground became visible as nearby girls were emptied, and Fey found herself looking down from an alarming height, what must have been easily over a hundred feet above the ground.

The destruction wrought was also revealed. Gone was the grassy field and the surrounding forest, it had all been crushed completely flat by griffin girls begging to be made ever larger.

The last to be emptied was of course the largest. A still cum drunk Stormnail slurred and flailed as her truly vast body was drained, a cum belly that was further from the ground than even the branch they were perched on.

By the end Stormnail was left spread eagled on the flattened grass, all four arms and wings stretched out limp.

There had been one surprise however. Found trapped between two enormous cum bellies was one other girl, a smol girl who was crying, a girl who had not been bred a single time.

Beakaboo wiped tears from her eyes.

"I didn't get a single go!" she bawled, "I slipped and fell and you didn't notice me!" she wailed.

The poor girl was frantically masturbating herself as she cried, clearly being trapped and incredibly horny had not been easy on the poor shortstack, only able to hear and scent Fey breed all her friends, and unable to do anything to get the same.

Fey's hooves touched down on the flatted grass as the rest of the band did with her, the picnic blanket neatly folded away with the Flora enabled drop down from the vast tree.

Fey gave the unhappy girl a dismayed look.

"I'm sorry Beekaboo, I genuinely didn't see you, If I had i would have bred you, uhm, a lot."

Peekaboo wailed even harder.

Lush appeared beside her and patted her shoulder.

"There there. Maybe you will get your turn now? Look, she's even hard again!"

Fey blushed, but it was true, the howls of the girls being emptied had been hard to ignore and her cock was gently bobbing beneath her barrel in all its fifty two inch glory.

Beakaboo sniffed.

"Y-yeah?"

"Absolutely not." said Ellaria, putting her foot down. "We cannot afford any more delays on our return trip to the city, this already took longer than I had calculated, we need to move out as soon as possible."

Fey couldn't disagree with that, she wasn't just getting more aroused, she could feel her heat starting to rise again, the powerful suppressant potion struggling to contain her.

The poor girl looked absolutely miserable hearing that, her shoulders sinking as her masturbation slowed.

"She could ride, uh, Fey's thing, while we travel," said Lily, "It was great when I did it in the city!"

Beakaboo immediately perked up, eyes sparkling like sunlight on water, "I can?"

Fey scratched her cheek with her index finger. She could still feel her heat bubbling just below the surface, but what was one small breeding? Just a little, to take the edge off.

"Whatever you decide, would all of you hurry? We have a limited time frame here." spoke Ellaria.

Beakaboo didn't speak a word, only rushing beneath Fey's barrel, which at her diminutive height, less than four foot tall, she was able to walk beneath. She looked up at the massive cock gently bobbing above her.

"But how am I to get on her?"

"Don't worry," said Lily, "I've got this".

A stream of bears rushed forward and rapidly climbed up Fey's legs to her alarm, clambering up one by one and forming a small crowd of bears on top.

Then, linking arms, and holding onto each other, the bears began lowering themselves over her sides, making a ladder of bears.

The bear ladders curved in and reached beneath, joining together beneath her cock. A hopeful Beakaboo remained still as the bears latched onto her and lifted her into the air, rotating and then moving her forward, the bears on top walked the entire structure toward Fey's front legs, and more importantly the tip of her penis.

Working together in concert the surprisingly strong bears lifted the naked griff girl up and into position, her thighs spread by Fey's cock tip, and then with a heave the bears on top hauled back.

Beakaboo's voice rose from a squeal to an outright shriek as she was penetrated, her small body shaping around the massive dick slipping inside of her, spreading and shaping her eager body around enormous horse penis, her belly stretched out before her.

She came with every few inches as the bears hauled her to the base, leaving a mess between Fey's hooves. Fey let out a small sigh of relief as her cock was fully sheathed inside of her at last.

It felt so damn good to be inside of a girl again. Having her dick exposed to the air felt off, being inside pussy was just her true natural state, and would make the journey a lot more pleasant.

Ellaria shooed the griffin girls along. They weren't particularly eager to begin walking as they were still recovering, and were happily comparing the size of each others gapes, but the elf was insistent and after a little they began moving off, being herded across the flat plane that had been created by the crushing weight of their cum bellies.

Or at least some of them did. Some seemed to be struggling more than others, their legs like jelly, wobbling violently with every other step, their knees turning inward as fluids rolled down their inner thighs. It took Fey a moment that they were still experiencing aftershock orgasms! Just how hard hard she fucked these girls for them to still be feeling it!?

Well, they certainly weren't going to be making good time like this, so after a moment of hesitation, she began picking up those who were struggling to walk and placed them on her back one by one until she had acquired five in a row, pregnancies pressing against each other, the last barely fitting at her rear.

Unfortunately there were a few more girls unable to properly walk, and Fey didn't have any room left. Luckily backup arrived.

Lucy stepped from the hormonal mist leading the horse she had arrived upon.  The horse had acquired a red coat and was larger than it should have been. The teenager's Horselord Class at work once again.

With Fey's help they managed to get a couple more of the wobbly legged girls up onto the red horse, and then the wobbliest of all, a still cum drunk and slurring Stormnail, still in her giant doubled up form. Her long legs dangled down either side of the horse's barrel in a comical way.

With every girl unable to walk now helped, it was finally time to move out for real.

The two bands left the clearing, all but one of the griffin girls now made unimaginably pregnant.

Fey glanced over her shoulder as she left, the vast tree disappearing into the pussy mist above. A small single vine slipped from the trunk as she looked and waved back and forth, the tree spirit waving goodbye. She could only imagine it was a very pleased tree spirit, as it had been awoken and made able to absorb her seed, which no doubt super charged the tree, and resulted in the vast towering thing that it was now.

In fact the tree was so vast and towering that no matter how far they journeyed, the top of the giant tree seemed to remain visible. Just how tall was it? wondered Fey.

Eventually they returned to the road, and came across the Lead Feathers destroyed caravan. The thing was totalled, a scattering of broken wood and belongings across the road, planks and wheels snapped and shattered, completely un-salvageable.

The Lead Feathers looked upon it in dismay as a few picked through the remains. But there was little to recover aside from a few bags and fresh clothing. The girls were at least able to cover their milky breasts with fresh blouses that way, and replace any panties or shorts torn asunder or lost in the excitement of the breeding competition.

Fey shifted as she watched and waited patiently for the Lead Feathers to put on clothes, feeling the weight of the five pregnant girls on her back, the hot heat of their open gapes pressed up against her spine.

A chorus of little whimpers came from them as their clits and labia lips ground against her back, adding to the already significant mess of wet they had created on the walk that dripped down either side of her barrel in little rivulets.

That was fine, and kind of expected…It was just… they felt… strangely heavier.

But then perhaps that was herself getting a little tired from carrying them all? Only, she knew she could lift waaay more than just these five, but all the same they did feel… heavier.

Putting the thought aside the two bands set out once more, trotting along the road, breasts covered, and gapes hidden from view. Away from the pussy mist the sun shone and the sky was blue. Pleasant weather to walk in.

After a half hour Fey felt Beakaboo begin to get restless. The smol girl squirming her hips, her feet rising up between her back legs to touch and feel at her enormous balls with her toes and the soles of her feet.

Then Beakaboo's pussy walls squeezed at her length incredibly tight and Fey nearly missed a step, having to close her eyes to keep her composure.

Try to keep calm.

It didn't help that the five girls riding her back had begun talking about some rather sexual things! She wasn't even sure she had done some of the things to them they were describing!

Below Beakaboo became more agitated, her wings opening and stiffly sticking out to either side of Fey's barrel as she shuddered and quivered, giving Fey an odd pegasus appearance. Each step the massive centaur took caused her fifty two inches of dick to grind and rub against Beakaboo's hypersensitive insides in the most wonderful way.

Out of the corner of her eye Fey noticed Lily giving the underslung shortstack snatched glances.

The otterkin was lying atop her four foot belly which was being carried along by a crowd of teddy bears as per usual, a comfortable way to travel Fey could admit, comfortable enough that Kayla was riding atop her sister, her head still buried in the notebook she had used to tally and note the pregnancy competition.

But her sister was clearly not where Lily's attention lay, as with each glance Fey felt the ring of teddy bears supporting Beakaboo shift, jerking her a little.

Lily was as freaking bad as her sister! The both of them had gotten a taste for seeing Fey breed other girls and seemed hell-bent on making it happen as frequently as possible!

The little jerky motions accelerated, not that the five girls sitting on top of her seemed to notice! They only chattered happily amongst themselves, boasting about the size of their coming clutches, or how stretched out they had become, completely oblivious to Fey's growing arousal… and why the hell were they getting heavier!?

Fey thought it unlikely she was going to be able to hold on for the entire trip like this, she could feel her heat simmering, eager to truly fill Beakaboo with endless quantities of breeding batter.

It was a surprise then, when they turned a corner on the road, and an intercity caravan appeared.

Fey's breath caught in her throat. There were lots of people on that caravan! In fact as they drew closer she realised there were at least fifty people crowded on board, and all of them were staring at them!

Was everyone dressed? Yes, all of the griffin girls now had clothes. Wait, what about Ellaria?!

Her head snapped around half expecting to see the elf stark naked having forgotten to wear clothes again, but she was fully clothed and proper, thankfully.

Everything should be… mostly fine…

If not for Beakaboo! The shortstack was completely naked and impaled on dick!

They drew nearer, and nearer and—

Fey blinked in confusion. They weren't focusing on her, at least not particularly, and not a single stare was drawn below her barrel, which was a very strange sensation, she had become so used to people staring at that part of her body.

She glanced to her side and her brow rose as she noticed that the wings that had stuck out from beneath her had vanished.

But she had little time to think on that as the caravan passed, curious murmurs coming from the occupants, but not stopping, or even raising voices.

Ellaria drew up beside Fey.

"Headed toward the local villages no doubt. It's extremely fortunate that we dealt with the Jötunn when we did, had we not I have zero doubt every single person aboard that caravan would have been captured and drained of their heat until they died of hypothermia…. And the one who did most of all to prevent that was you Fey, you a healer, physically fought, and defeated, the Jötunn."

Fey's blush deepened further. Hearing this from Ellaria was making her embarrassed again, but this time in a deeply good feeling way.

"Uhm, W-well Flora did everything really,"

"But she couldn't have done a thing without that anti-mage staff being destroyed. You saved us," her hand pressed up against Fey's side, and her voice lowered to a whisper.  "I watched you do that, for me, for us, I want you to know how that makes me feel."

Ellaria bit her lip and looked up into her eyes.

Fey looked down into the most incredible 'fuck me' eyes she had ever seen, half lidded, long eyelashed, crystaline eyes, she was quite literally the most beautiful elf in existence, with an expression that demanded Fey come to her bedroom immediately and do terrible and relentless things to her.

An innocent whimper escaped Fey's mouth seeing that and a small scream came from below as her dick massively stiffened and slapped Beakaboo's back up against her barrel, squeezing against her insides, her cock bucking stiffly over and over and over, grinding up into her softness.

A spray of fluid followed from the griff girl, a quick puddle left between her hooves.

But Fey barely noticed, her steps were more like skips and her tail wagged happily, unable to restrain the smile on her face.

She barely noticed the five griffin girls on her back become even heavier.

In fact she would not have noticed anything was different at all, had not Kayla spoken up.

"Oh she's like me! Or Like I used to be!"

It took a moment for her to see that Kayla was looking beneath her barrel, yes that was odd, she could still feel Beakaboo, but her wings or anything else was no longer in sight, even when Fey leaned to the side.

She leaned down further, while still awkwardly continuing to walk. Her mouth fell open. Instead of a penis, or a girl sleeved on a penis, she was given a view of… nothing. Beakaboo was gone, and so was her dick. All that remained of her proud cock was a smooth slight bump of flesh between her thighs where the base had been that looked almost natural. The ladder of bears came down either side of her barrel and then there was no more, they just ended holding onto nothing.

A sudden rush of emotions filled her. Her penis has caused her so many problems, and she was worried about what the future held for her, worried that her penis was a great danger to her own health… But still, she had become a little attached to it, it did feel really good to thoroughly breed a girl after all, that much she could admit.

And now it was gone.

Had Beakaboo legged it and stolen her penis?!

What the fuck!

"What the heck!" she said out loud.

"Uh, I'm still here," came Beakaboo's' voice from below.

"She's invisible, like I was! It must be her class!"

"I… see," said Fey. The lack of attention her lower bits had drawn from the passing caravan suddenly made a lot more sense. Their eyes hadn't been drawn downward, because there was nothing to draw them down, whatever this power was, it neatly hid the user, and even the cock they were riding apparently.

Kayla tapped her pen on her notebook. "A very useful skill for an adventurer I imagine, but I don't know how you thought to win the competition with this Beakaboo."

The disembodied voice rose in a reply, sounding almost indignant, "I could have won! I could have beat anyone!"

Kayla raised one eyebrow. "...How?"

"W-well, I could become invisible and… and…"

Her voice faltered as nothing seemed to come to the invisible shortstack griff girl.

"Sabotage," mused Ellaria. "This one clearly has excellent tongue work, thus she could attempt to stealthily stimulate her opponent to the point they are incapable of thrusting themselves upon you Fey. A simple yet effective strategy in the art of battle."

"You mean the art of sex?"

"Yes, that is what I said."

"It still wouldn't have been enough, all the others had advantages of their own," said Kayla scribbling a few notes about Beakaboo into the notepad. "Looking at the stats you would have most certainly lost."

"Quite, particularly against the last contestant." said Ellaria, "That one is a true and intimidating powerhouse."

Their collective eyes were drawn over to the red horse which Stormnail was slumped atop off. Her eyes were rolled up in her head and her tongue lolled from her open beak.

"Ish still feelsh sho goord," she slurred.

"Ahem, well perhaps she isn't quite that intimidating right now, but had she not chosen to side with the rebels after sampling Fey it is quite likely that the loyalists would have won…"

Ellaria glanced around at the happily chattering griff girls. Many of them had their hands down their pants or were casually milking themselves as they walked, and all of them were discussing some very lewd things.

"That is, if there are any loyalists left."

"I'm still loyal, thank you very much," sniffed Moonquill from atop Fey's back. "And Olanelis…" She seemed to pause in thought for a moment.

Moonquill was one of the two Clerics of the Lead Feathers, her and Dusk. Dusk the Rebel, and Moonquill the loyalist, and it was they who had instigated the pregnancy competition to determine the band's fate. The both of them were atop Fey's back. They still wore the small gold trinkets of their goddess, and both still wore their goddesses semi-transparent and aquamarine silk clerical dresses trimmed in tiny jewels, made even more transparent and creased by their leaky breasts and pussies, and stained with centaur cum. They both looked a touch less pious because of this.

It also didn't seem to bother either of them that they were visibly naked below the semi-transparent silk.

Moonquill continued. "Olanelis… is a good captain… but perhaps, there are alternatives to him, as my Alpha." she glanced up at Fey hungrily, grinding her hips down against Fey's rump where she sat at the very back. "After all, it would be hard for him to compete with this, sheer, fucking, number, of eggs," the last words came breathy, her eyes half lidded, her hips thrusting back and forth hard, "and speaking of which, Fey, I'm not against becoming, just a little more preggers, just a few more wonderful eggs, just a little more bree—EEE!"

The griffin girls words were abruptly cut of as she lost her balance, arms flailing up into the air like windmills as she tried to catch herself, but to no avail, with a squawk the cleric slipped off the back of Fey's rump, bounced down onto and off Fey's balls, causing Fey to cry out in alarm, and then went tit over ass in a flip, crashing to the road behind.

The impact on her balls caused Fey to come to a jerking halt, nearly tripping over her own hooves.

With that, the rest of the girls stumbled to a halt, caught by surprise by the cleric's fall.

Moonquill rubbed her rear from where she had landed on her ass.

"Ow. Gods being so heavy makes that sting."

With a grunt, she climbed to her feet and looked around.

The others looked at her, especially Magic Mog.

"...What?"

Fey answered first. "W-Were you… that large when we set out?"

Moonquill blinked and looked down. Her belly when Fey had first met her had been large, easily looking nine months pregnant. But now? Her pregnancy had grown to be easily twice that size, large enough that it pressed against the tops of her thighs, and she was unable to fully wrap both arms around, inches between her fingers if she tried to do so.

"Hey, uh, are we supposed to develop this fast?" said one.

Now that she was looking, Fey saw that all of them had become more pregnant since they had set out, their bellies had been very gradually expanding as they had walked during the last hour, some more than others.

"No!" said Fey, "definitely not this fast!"

"Huh, I thought it was normal," said another.

"Makes sense it would be normal considering how potent our Alph- how our Fey is though."

"Yeah, I can feel the eggs growing bigger moment by moment, feels kinda good,"

"Mmf, It's like I'm slowly being stretched from the inside!"

"It's not a big deal with this weight though, s'not much compared to how much I uh, weigh just normally."

"True," said another idly swaying her burgeoning belly side to side as if to demonstrate. The weight of her belly was clearly significantly less than her regular very dense body weight, a unique aspect of the griffin species.

Fey stared. It seemed like the girls were better able to carry their own pregnancies due to their own natural strength, but still!

"It doesn't matter how strong you are if you're too freaking pregnant for your feet to touch the ground! You'll be stuck in one spot!"

The griffin girls considered this.

"I mean, that doesn't sound so bad, kinda hot honestly,"

"Yeah, just getting bigger and bigger and big—

"You'll be stuck out here in the forest in the middle of nowhere!" cried Fey.

The griffin girls paused to consider this further statement.

"Okay, maybe she has a point."

Fey rubbed at her face and groaned.

Clearly something had happened here, either the effects of Lucy's ability caused a faster developing pregnancy, or perhaps more likely, the fact that all of them had been very pregnant before being bred had meant that their bodies were already very well prepared to take on huge numbers of eggs, and were eagerly getting the job done.

Either way, the need to reach the city was now that much more urgent, she could practically feel the four remaining girls on her back becoming heavier with eggs by the moment!

"This doesn't matter in practice," said Ellaria, "We still need to make good time for Fey's sake. Now it just happens to be for all of you as well."

Ellaria slowly turned to look at Flora.

The gnome was floating past as though she were lying on a chaise, playing with the magic rectangle as she occasionally sipped from a fruity drink that she had somehow acquired.

A beep boop came from the magic rectangle.

"Flora."

"Hmm?"

"Would you-

"Ah, don't you dare!" said Flora, jerking the rectangle aside and glaring down.

Ellaria paused, "Flora, would you please transport us back to the city, I don't want us to be stuck out here. It would be bad."

Flora paused, surprised by the lack of 'would you kindly'.

After a moment, she seemed to make a decision.

"Okay… but you have to at least consider a Fey penis unban, like a prisoner getting out on parole for good behaviour kind of thing."

"...Very well. Agreed."

Flora did not wait about and a series of gasps arose from around them as the two bands were immediately lifted, floating into the air, then rising, up and up.

"H-hey," cried Lush with eyes as round as saucers, "Are we really doing this?!" she said as the road dropped away from below them, "Are we really going to be f-flying?"

Given flight, the nineteen griff girls looked as though they had just entered some kind of rapture, and every one of them had spread their wings, flapping instinctively more than anything.

Fey supposed that to them, unlike most people Flora dropped into the sky, this must be a wonderful experience as the griffins were unable to fly as a species despite having wings. To truly get to experience flight was clearly like some kind of dream come true to them.

Lucy's horse was a touch less sanguine and was busily freaking out, bucking and throwing, its eyes wide as it looked down in utter horror at the distant ground below.

They flew through the air like that, like a flock of birds, the griff girl's wings gently flapping to emulate the flight they wished for.

Fey felt especially strange, as glancing over her shoulder she had four pairs of wings extended along her back, all four girls with their heads raised, eyes closed, smiling, and blissfully basking in the experience of flight, even as their bellies swelled larger with eggs.

She supposed they had better enjoy it while they could, they wouldn't be walking, let alone flying soon enough.

With the power of the gnome girl, their pace had increased considerably, good enough that it seemed no problem that they would now reach the city in time.

To give Flora a break however, Ellaria called a stop after a few hours, much to the griffin girl's dismay who made sounds of disappointment as they started to descend toward the earth, headed back down toward where the ribbon of a road wound its way through the forest.

The ground came nearer and nearer, and an offshoot road from the main road became visible, and at the end of it a clearing, and then in it a square, which after a moment Fey realised was a building.

Their fall slowed, and slowed further, and soon Fey found herself easing down onto the road that approached the building, which she could see now an expansive sprawling inn with a stable. It was the inn she had accidentally passed on their trip out.

Her hooves clicked down neatly on the flagstones, and with it the greatly increased weight of the girls on her back.

They hadn't even been flying that long, yet already they felt far heavier, and Dusk who was at the very back was struggling to remain on top, the other's pregnant bellies fighting for space

The griff girls around stretched their legs and massaged each other's wings. It seemed they had barely used the things, only pretending to fly, but apparently just that could be a strain, and massaging was needed to prevent cramps. Lack of use Fey supposed.

As they were doing so, Fey trotted forward with those on her back, happy to see about getting something to eat, after such a monumental breeding session she was quite hungry and she was determined to see what the inn had to offer.

She rounded the side of the building and entered the stable yard.

Before she got too far however, all of the girls on her back stiffened up, and a series of gasps escaped them. She blinked and turned her head.

A number of people had emerged from one of the inn's side doors to see the commotion, and amongst them was one who was taller than all the others, a furred and feathered griffin male.

Olanelis stared at Fey, and then at the girls on her back. His eye twitched.

Dusk's hand jabbed out from where she rode atop Fey, an accusatory finger pointing.

"YOU!"

Olanelis turned to her, his face impassive.

"Ah, Dusk, it is good to see you are alive, I was about to depart to go and rescue you all from the Jötunn, but it seems my work has been done for me… somehow."

"Why are you even here!" cried Dusk. "This isn't anywhere near the Jötunns camp!"

Olanelis looked a little annoyed by her anger, but quickly smoothed his expression.

"I went to retrieve allies, people to help rescue you all."

Moonquill made a smug cawing sound as she appeared beside them, stepping forward with her massively more pregnant belly that now pressed against her mid thighs.

"See! I told you he was coming to save us! Had we simply stayed as prisoners at the Jötunn camp we would have been perfectly fine no matter what! Our captain was coming to save us!"

Olanelis's gaze moved down to the much larger belly of the griff girl. He frowned, his brow creasing.

"He's lying, is all." said Dusk, "Where are the allies he went to fetch? Huh?"

Olanelis looked back up at Dusk on Fey's back.

"They went out to scout, the locals had spotted Jötunn in the area so we were worried the inn might be raided. I'm sure they will be back in a few hours."

"See? You idiot Dusk! You think such nasty little thoughts and—"

"Why are all of you… so much more pregnant?" said Olanelis interrupting.

This seemed to catch the girls off guard, and Fey realised in a moment of concern, that they hadn't really come up with any kind of excuse for why the Lead Feathers had at minimum all doubled in size.

Fey could see why that might cause some questions, and she really did not want to be part of what looked to be adventuring band's internal drama about to crash down on their heads.

Moonquill in particular paled, clearly realising that there might be a small issue here. Their Alpha breeder had been massively outbred, and more, Fey had left every single one of his harem of girls with massive cavernous gapes, Olanelis would never be able to satisfy them again, his size was now nothing to these girls.

"Uh-Uhm th-that- ah, Uhm, Its- uhm, there was- uh, and then- uhm, something, and, uh stuff," garbled Moonquill, tripping over her own thoughts and words as she struggled to come up with a reason.

"Th-there was some weird food that the Jötunnn fed them!" Fey managed to croak out after a moment of the girls on her back trying and failing to speak understandable words.

"Yes!" cried Moonquill leaping on the lie. "We were fed stuff, and uh, it caused this! Somehow!"

"It was quite, uhm, unhealthy looking," said Fey, "A big pumpkin full of horrible goo. I'm sure it made them sickly, and swelled their stomachs, or something."

Moonquill nodded her head, driving home the lie.

"Absolutely, it must be something that Jötunn do to their prey so that they can better feed on the heat!"

"I'm a healer, so I can tell you that they aren't very well, they are , uhm, quite sick and—

Olanelis took a step toward Fey with a snarl.

"Do you expect me to believe such a blatant fucking lie! You're good for pulling carts and no more!"

"Uh-Uhm," said Fey.

He looked her up and down, noticing that Fey was now taller than him.

"And why are you larger? When we first met, we were of equal height, yet no longer…"

His gaze dropped down, glancing between her front legs.

"I foresaw that your absurd tool was fake, an amateur adventurer's trick to hide a sword. It seems I was proven completely correct as you no longer have such a thing. I suppose the Jötunn were a wake up call for you, idiotic tricks don't cut it."

Fey blinked. He thought—? It was true that when she had first met Olanelis in the guild he hadn't believed that her cock was real, naming it as a Skill that certain adventurers who had lost limbs used, making an illusionary limb to hide a sword or weapon of some kind, or in this case an illusionary penis.

Except her cock hadn't gone, it was simply being hidden by Beakaboo.

Olanelis reached out and placed one hand against Fey's stomach, staring at it, as if expecting his hand to sink through.

"I.. I…" said Fey, lost for words as she looked down at him. What was he doing?!

"This body of yours, it is a lie, a trick, first the illusion to hide the blade, and now an illusion to change your height. What more have you done as an illusionist? Are their absurd pregnancies a trick too? Are any of them even real!?"

He rounded the side of Fey and glared at the girls riding her back. They looked at him in shock as he reached out for their wings, feeling them over, pushing and pulling them, as if trying to break some illusion, trying to figure out if they were true and tangible.

He even reached out and prodded Dusk's belly which caused her to squawk in distress.

"You simply can't have become twice as pregnant in the time since I last saw you. It doesn't work like that. What are you hiding from me!?"

A gush of milk sprayed over Olanelis forearm as he pressed at Moonquill's quite real belly. He snatched his arm back with a snarl.

But then he paused as something brushed against his leg, and his gaze snapped down.

He reached out, and he took hold of something invisible.

Oh shit, thought Fey, looking down as Olanelis touched at the invisible wing of Beakaboo with increasing confusion.

His hands followed the wing, and reached below Fey's barrel.

"What… what is this?" muttered the Alpha as he gripped hold of the soft form of Beakaboo's belly stretched over Fey's cock.

A muffled squeak escaped from underneath Fey, the shortstack desperately trying to remain silent, clamping her beak shut.

Fey wasn't sure what to do! He didn't know!

She could only watch in horror as Olanelis pulled out the invisible cylinder from under her barrel, angling it to the side, his hands touching over the confusing shape of girl and dick bulge, unsure of what he was feeling.

Fey, in a desperate moment, tried to distract him.

"How did you get to the city and back so quickly with allies!!!" she rushed out.

Olanelis glanced up at her, but he continued to feel at Beakaboo.

"That is none of your business, you are not part of my band."

"Sh-she's right though!" said Dusk, "There is no way you could have reached the city and returned in such a short time, which means you are lying, there are no allies, you were running away and we simply caught up! You intended to leave us to die!"

"False. I have Skills that I have never shown you before, Skills that let me travel quickly. Now tell me what you are hiding from me!"

He grabbed hold of what were probably Beakaboo's wings and hauled.

A loud squeal came from Beakaboo and Fey felt her insides tense up around her cock, a spray of fluid appearing from nowhere and splashing across the flagstone below.

Olanelis blinked in surprise.

"Beakaboo, is that you?"

"N-Nuu?" came a small voice from nowhere.

"It is you, get the fuck away from this centaur, reveal yourself!"

He tugged harder on the invisible Beakaboo and she squealed again, but then she reached her feet back, hooking them around Fey's back legs. With a grunt she hauled herself back, slipping from Olanelis grip made slippery with breast milk and slamming herself to the base once more.

"I don't wanna leave!" she cried. "I just got my tuuuurn!!!"

Olanelis, not missing a beat, took hold of her arms and pulled once more, tugging the invisible girl as she struggled to stay on Fey's dick, her insides being stimulated as she jerked back and forth.

More orgasmic squirting, but the shortstack seemed to be having a moment and she pulled herself free from his slippery grip, slamming to the base once more.

"Stop doing that, she wants to stay!" cried Dusk. She jumped off the back of Fey and stood by her balls, revealing just how larger her belly had become, reaching part way down her thighs.

She put her hands on her hips and looked up at her Alpha.

"You giant raging asshole Olanelis, you never cared for us, you left us to die! We were never more than furniture to you, or weapons, or tools to make things better for yourself! You used me to get yourself off and then discarded me before I could have a single climax more times than I can count!"

Olanelis tugged on the invisible Beakaboo once more, except this time Dusk reached beneath Fey's balls and took hold of an invisible foot. She hauled back and Beakaboo slammed to the base, a muffled squeal and sprays of cunt dew all over the floor followed.

"Ooh god go harder!" cried Beakaboo in response to this, apparently liking the position she found herself in.

"What lies has this centaur been filling you heads with!" Olanelis cried, dragging Beakaboo from under Fey.

"Nothing! You chose to abandon us!" cried Dusk pulling Beakaboo back once more.

"Hnyaa! Again! Move me fucking f-faster!" cried Beakaboo.

This time Olanelis seemed more serious, and he flexed his muscles as he pulled, dragging an invisible Beakaboo far enough forward that her pussy slop-popped over the medial ring.

Olanelis blinked and looked down as a powerful stream of some unknown fluid sprayed down his leg, Beakaboo's passionate squirting.

"Did this worthless centaur just pee on me?!" he cried.

Fortunately, his momentary distraction meant he didn't drag an increasingly pleased and audibly joyful Beakaboo all the way off, although Dusk quickly found she was unable to pull Beakaboo back this time, Olanelis's grip was as iron, and no matter how she pulled Beakaboo was stuck where she was halfway up Fey's shaft.

She struggled, for a moment more, trying to pull Beakaboo back, the shortstack loudly demanding she pull harder.

But to no avail, that is, until a much larger hand reached past Fey's balls and took hold of Beakaboo's foot, and then another hand took hold of the other foot, and then another two hands took hold of Beakaboo's shins.

Dusk glanced up to see Stormnail looming over her, the griffin girl in her massive four armed state, rippling with muscle.

With a grunt she pulled and Beakaboo was yanked backwards, slamming to the hilt with another powerful squirting orgasm, pulling Olanelis along for the ride.

Olanelis boggled at Stormnail.

"Who said you could take that form!?!" he practically screamed, his face a spasm of anger, spittle flying from his beak.

"I did. And there is nothing you can do about it. Ex-Alpha."

Olanelis's muscles flexed, activating unknown Skills, and hauled. Beakaboo was pulled back, near yanking her legs from Stormnail's grip.

"You dare speak to your captain like that? You will be punished for this, I hope you realise that. I will take this up with the guild if I have to. Being a sub-captain will save you from nothing for this insubordination."

Fey's suspicion had been right, the Lead Feathers did have a second in command in Stormnail, a sub-captain who was apparently beginning to realise that she did not like being beneath Olanelis's authority.

Stormnail pulled back, dragging Beakaboo back once more eliciting a scream of pleasure from Beakaboo, and a groan from Fey as her cock was once more sheathed in pussy, madly fluttering pussy doing its absolute best to milk her cock. Fey could feel her heat rising by the moment, her cock becoming stiffer.

"Oh don't worry, I will be going to the guild myself as you truly did abandon us to die. Your lies about allies might fool Moonquill and some others, but that's not going to work with me. You're as pathetic as when you try to satisfy me in this form."

A sneering expression crossed Olanelis's face.

"You think I would try to satisfy you? Why?" spat Olanelis, "You're to see to my needs as the Alpha, not the other way around. Me. My needs. Your doubled up form makes that easier as I can easily switch to your second pussy after cream pieing your first. That is it. That is your doubled up form's only purpose, to make things convenient for me. That is why I banned you from taking this form outside our bedroom, it's good for nothing else."

Olanelis hauled back as he spoke, eliciting a scream from Beakaboo, and a spray of her cunt honey up his leg, but the griffin Alpha had become too incensed to feel it by that point, too angry to notice.

Fey let out a small keen with the motion.

What the heck was this situation?! Did they even realise what they were doing? Or had the anger completely taken over?!

Fey felt decidedly trapped in this internal band drama, and silently wished she had never gotten involved, but… despite all that… she couldn't deny how freaking good it felt to have Beakaboo moved like this! The two giant griffins were incredibly strong, and Beakaboo's insides were working overtime to milk at her! It was like being trapped in a griffin girl machine!

"You lie again!" snarled Stormnail as she hauled back, "You banned me from it because you don't like that I am larger and taller than you are! Your jealousy and pride knows no bounds you awful shitty Alpha and even shittier captain!"

Beakaboo howled as she slammed home so hard that Fey was jerked backwards, the trio of griff girls on her back wobbling with the motion, their bellies rippling and hitting against each other.

"Nonsense trash. You've always wanted to undermine me, I bet all of whatever this is, this mutiny, is all your fault! You will give this up immediately, and you will beg me for forgiveness!"

Olanelis hauled back and this time employed some unknown Skill as his stance locked up holding Beakaboo in place.

"She— she's not lying, and you did betray us!" cried Dusk, trying to help drag a squealing Beakaboo back as Fey's ball rumbled and boiled by her arm.

Together with Stormnail she pulled, trying to pull a squirming screaming Beakaboo back down Fey's shaft, but… nothing happened, the stance Skill could not be overcome no matter how the two pulled, and Olanelis readied to pull Beakaboo fully from Fey.

It was over.

But then another hand reached past Fey's balls and grabbed hold of Beakaboo's other ankle, along with Stormnail.

Dusk blinked in surprise to see Moonquill standing on the opposite side of Fey's balls.

"You…?"

Moonquill huffed a breath. "I may have… misjudged Olanelis's character, a bit, it seems. Perhaps it would be best if Stormnail became our new captain, and Fey our new and very very potent Alpha."

"Glad to have you on board." Dusk smiled, and then set her face in an expression of determination. "Now, heave!"

Together all three girls activated various Skills and hauled back on Beakaboo's ankles as Fey neighed, her hooves trotting on the spot.

The noises that came from beneath her barrel were incredible.

"OUUHGOD—AHN—AAH—AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”

Screamed Beakaboo, a scream louder than any before, squirting and spraying in long messy jets, Skllrrrrrrrshhh! Sqwuurrrrrrrshhh! adding more and more to the wide puddle of her dew below, her squirts so forceful and explosive that her juices splashed noisily in every direction as they hit the ground.

Olanelis was violently jerked forward as his Skill shattered, crashing into Fey's side, not that Fey noticed by that point, she had already gone over the edge and was busy ejaculating into Beakaboo.

Cum roared through Fey's violently bucking shaft and sprayed rope after huge rope into the shortstack griffin girl's ravenous womb, more and more and more by the moment. Fey's heat soared back to life, fully unleashed once more and adding to the amount of cum being unloaded into the screaming howling shortstack with each massive surge, bloating her belly with horse cum, foot by foot swelling outward, and only accelerating as her balls tensed and pulled tighter.

Fey moaned and her eyelids fluttered as her legs were pushed outward, hooves skittering across the flagstones as the invisible cum belly expanded rapidly beneath her, pushing out her legs and then lifting her up into the air, the trio of griff girls still on her back coo-ing in awe as Fey appeared to magically float upwards, making encouraging sounds for her to cum even harder.

Dusk, Moonquill and Stormnail had been ready of course and knew what to expect, swiftly stepping backwards and giving a joyfully expanding Beakaboo space to grow. But a confused Olanelis only pressed at the soft invisible mass in confusion, feeling it squish against his hands, but clueless to what it was he was touching. Then, before he could make a retreat, Fey's moans transformed into a scream and her pulsing surging ejaculation truly started. The softness lurched outward a full three feet, crashing into him. Olanelis fell as it struck, slipping on the ground made slick with a howling Beakaboo's cunt honey.

He fell to the ground.

He tried to escape, he really did, his hands pushing at the flagstones and trying to push himself backwards on his back, but his hands only slipped on the slippery wet, and he was helpless to do anything as Fey floated even higher and a huge heavy softness pinned him spreadeagled to the ground, leaving him unable to move or do anything at all.

By the time Fey came her last, she was far above stable's roof and Stormnail, Dusk, and Moonquill had all retreated to the very edge. It seemed that while she had returned to having one penis, the load she could unleash into a girl was far larger than one of the split loads from having two penises, although together her dual cocks could produce more.

Fey looked down, having the peculiar sensation of resting on something very large and invisible far above the ground.

If she had to judge, Beakaboo currently filled the entire stable yard, and was even partly on top of the stable roof judging by how some of the red tiles were cracking and breaking as though under something heavy.

She could see a stunned Olanelis far below, the griffin unable to move with the immense weight on top of him.

"Perhaps this is for the best," Fey sighed, he clearly needed time to think and accept that he'd lost his band and harem the moment he abandoned them to die to save his own skin.

Kayla wandered around the corner, notebook in hand.

She came to a slow stop.

She looked up at Fey floating far above the ground.

Then she looked down at a spread eagled Olanelis pinned to the ground by something invisible and very large.

"That's, uhm, how many points?" said Kayla, already scribbling.