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Previously on Centaurus: Lily was left at the mansion as the rest of the band went out to purchase a firepower upgrade. Later Vivi had a milking emergency and the band ended up at a Cowkin Dairy where Fey rampaged amongst the Cowkin girls.

Now, Chapter 28:

The teddy bear brushed a paw over its brow feeling strangely exhausted. Which was odd as it wasn't like he had any muscles to get tired with. He adjusted the red dust rag on his head and glanced over the room he was in, checking the others were keeping busy.

He was standing in a vast kitchen, a huge thing with dozens of long counters, dozens of ovens, dozens of, well, everything a kitchen needed but multiplied. The mansion was excessive, so of course the kitchen was also excessively excessive.

He watched as a team of dolls boiled and mashed potatoes, a work line that dragged sacks of potatoes from storage to those cleaning and cooking them, then to those mashing and buttering and salting, then pouring it into to the basin of steaming mash potatoes beside that.

It was hardly the only operation going on in the kitchen. Every surface was covered with dolls and teddy bears busily clattering around the kitchen and turning raw ingredients into meals. Dozens of separate cooking operations from steaks to bacon to veggies to bread to cereal, the sheer quantity was incredible, the mansion's ridiculous stocks of ingredients turned into ridiculous quantities of food.

He leaned to the side and checked on the servants. Yep, they were still huddled in the pantry, absolutely terrified, the rotund head chef at the front holding a saucepan up in a white knuckle grip, her face drawn and pale. That was fine, as long as they kept out of way of the operation.

He stepped forward off the counter and casually stepped on top of a food trolley passing by being pushed by a dozen dolls. Putting his nub paws on his hips he stood at the bow as the trolley left the kitchen, banging the double doors open, and drove down the hall joining a number of other trolleys being pushed by dolls from other kitchens.

The convoy swiftly made its way through the mansion, servants cowering out of the way as they passed, any attempts at interference prodded away with kitchen knives. This was a serious operation and the teddy bear would not allow delays.

They soon made it to their destination, a three-storey stable outside, several of the doors and windows open with a smooth expanse of taut belly bulging out. The trolley rolled to a stop by a scaffolding construction that had been built up the side of the building. The teddy bear looked up as rows of block and tackle operated by dolls lowered ropes down onto the trolley, hooks latching onto the frame. The teddy bear kicked at one of the hooks checking it was solidly in place then nodded. The dolls then heaved on the ropes and the trolley rose up into the air, the teddy bear riding it like an elevator, one paw steadying himself against a guide rope.

The trolley went up and up and up and then it was hauled up onto the tiled roof by more ropes and more teddy bears and dolls, a positive army of the things who swarmed over it, pulling apart the trolley and taking the dishes from the shelves, holding them above their heads as they marched them across the tiles in long lines.

The teddy bear with the red headcloth jumped down and observed, a general inspecting his army. Then he followed to their destination.

A large hole had been made in the roof about thirty feet across, the edges swarming with movement, a conga line of teddy bears and dolls taking fresh food down a ramp to what lay below while on the opposite side a conga line took cleaned plates out, stacking them on the small hill of the things that had been built up beside the hole.

Strangely the red headcloth teddybear felt a little pride as he looked down into the hole to see his queen continuing to devour their hard work.

Lily tipped the plate of mashed potatoes up and expertly shovelled it into her mouth, practically drinking the stuff down. It was an impressive sight to see the food disappear so swiftly, as though it was just a snack when in reality it was a full meal. She tossed the plate aside as she finished and let out a tremendous belch. She slipped her hand below and patted her belly, still completely trim and flat, perhaps even more so than when she had started eating.

"Gods Lils you really are like a bottomless pit. How on earth are you eating so much..."

Lily glanced over to the one next to her who had spoken, Tami. 'Next' wasn't quite accurate as the teenager was both below and to the side. She was sat cross legged on the vast cum belly of the teenager, her taut horse cum filled stomach arcing away down into the dark stable all around them, the teenager's naked body at the peak of this vast shape. Tami was wearing a pair of darkened spectacles, sunglasses she called them, the reason why fairly obvious as she had gained a pleasing tan over her body where the sun's rays reached down through the hole in the roof.

"Mm, I've always had a crazy fast metabolism, mother used to tell me off for eating so much, she said that no male in the tribe would want me. I ended up hiding it, pretending I wasn't hungry, it was just sooo unladylike for a tiny little girl like me to eat an entire chicken on her own, I just couldn't do it without driving everyone else to distraction." she grinned at Tami. "But now I don't care, and better yet it feels like I've been unleashed, my body is crying out for food for all the babies I'm going to have, its using everything it can get hold of to prepare, using it all in one place. I used to be able to eat a lot, but now that's like, multiplied."

Tami's eyes moved to the otterkin girl's breasts. They had grown massively since she had first sat down with her, going from cantaloupe-sized to melon, then spilling across her lap, then touching down on her own belly, then still bigger and bigger, growing and swelling in realtime as she watched Lily eat and eat and eat, all of it going to her chest, her body preparing furiously to feed a coming army of young, her extremely unique metabolism harnessed for one single purpose.

Lily grabbed up another plate of food and devoured it and even as Tami watched her breasts slowly inched across the top of her cum belly, their mass already many times greater than the smol otterkin girl, her nipples becoming fat fist-sized turgid things, swollen and looking ready to gush with milk at any moment.

The teenager bit her lip. She had to admit that seeing Lily swell and grow larger was not a little bit erotic. That Fey could make a girl so insanely motherly, causing her body to prepare for an immense brood, well, she wondered if she would become like this at some point. The thought made her hips squirm, her still partly gaped pussy performing kegels, hungry to be filled by horse dick once more, rivulets of her wetness rolling down her vast belly.

The Teddy bear with a red cloth on its head marched up to Lily and bowed, clearly respectful of the otterkin.

"Oh? Is that all they have?" said Lily between gulping down more plates.

Tami blinked. "You... ate it all?"

"Seems that way, gosh it didn't last very long, you guys should get more grub next time."

"Lily. You just ate everything that's edible in my entire bloody mansion! multiple kitchens, all our stores, do you have any idea how much you've even put away?!"

Lily patted her massively increased breast size, soft boob flesh jiggling dangerously.

"Not enough clearly, I can get way bigger!"

Tami let out a sigh, blowing a lock of hair from her forehead. This otterkin was too much... and not with just how much she was eating. She glanced over to the arena.

The arena was a circular space that had been marked out on her cum tummy, a space where an audience of teddy bears and dolls watched as a snake did battle with a bear. On second glance the snake wasn't actually a snake, instead a bundle of coiled and twisted ropes, the end knotted to look vaguely snake like. The teddy bear fighting it was cream coloured and for some odd reason had an eye patch, and a scar under its other button eye. It also held a sharpened kitchen knife in its paws that it swung to the side in a wicked slash, just missing the surface of Tami's stomach and causing her to wince. The teddy bear didn't pause however, instead turning the slash into a darting dodge, just avoiding being struck as the thick heavy rope snake lunged forward, a strike that would have hit harder than a minotaur's fist. The teddy bear rolled then dove to its feet, sleekly swinging the blade in a circle in the same motion until the blade struck home, digging deep into the already partially cut and frayed snake's side, cutting deep, causing several of the bundled ropes to fling free.

The rope snake thrashed in pain and then drew back, wary.

Tami had to admit that the Otterkin must be some kind of one a million genius with her Class, that she was empowering literally hundreds of golems while at the same time having one fight with genuine tactics was mind-boggling. Not that Tami knew a lot of people with Classes but it struck her as extremely unusual that this young, naive, and just beginning otterkin Witch Doctor was doing things that would give a master of any Class pause.

It had to be Fey, it had to be because of the centaur, she desperately wanted that to be the case because that could mean that she could become strong like Lily too.

Not that she hadn't already become stronger. She glanced over at the rope snake and squinted at it. Ropes surged from its body and lunged at the cream teddy bear trying to ensnare it in hemp. The teddy bear hopped back trying to avoid the attack, but one hemp string managed to catch it by the foot sending it stumbling. The knotted head of the snake snatched the chance to attack and lunged forward, striking out like a cobra. Unfortunately the bear reacted, turning its stumble into an abrupt backflip, instantly regaining its center of balance. The cream teddy bear drove the kitchen knife up into the rope cobra's head in one violent motion.

The rope flopped down limp and Tami let out a sigh.

"That's ten to zero. You win. Again."

Lily smiled innocently at her. A passing stranger would never think that the owner of such a cute face was the commander of some kind of terrifying teddy bear army.

"Don't worry, you'll catch up. I mean, just look how much cum is in you! You're more horse cum than girl right now Tami! Tou'll for sure start rocketing up in levels soon, you have to!"

"I-"

A scream from outside broke her train of thought and she blinked behind her sunglasses.

"Wh-what was that?"

"Maybe your father again?"

"Hey, he's not that high pitched! At least he wasn't when he saw me like this, well mostly not that high pitched..."

A beautiful gem eyed elf doll rushed from the tiled roof above, jumping down on top of Tami's cum tummy. It swiftly approached the otterkin and waved her arms at her. Lily furrowed her brow as though listening to something.

"Uhm, she says there are some suspicious looking people in the stable yard..."

"Is it that damned journalist again?"

"Journalist?"

"Something like that. A girl broke into the grounds of the mansion in an attempt to interview me yesterday, kept yelling about a newsletter or something until the servants kicked her out."

The Ellaria doll waved her hand at Lily, seemingly a little annoyed at not being allowed to finish. Lily tilted her head listening and then her brow rose in concern.

"She says they're wearing black clothing, they've killed one of the servants and drawn swords they're- they're aiming to attack your vulnerable parts Tami! They're assassins!"

The teenager's mouth dropped. "Oh no no no! It's the minotaurs all over again! Why are they coming after meeeeee!"

"I don't know! what do we doo!"

"A-attack? ATTACK! You can't let them get me Lily!"

The two girls looked at each other, then around at the dolls and rope. Then, in tandem, they raised their hands into the air, magic swirling.

Below in the stable yard a group of four hooded in dark clothes stalked closer to the naked belly of the teenager bulging from a stable door, drawing scimitars and loosing axes, preparing to kill the incredibly vulnerable teenage girl.

They stepped closer, closer, lifting their weapons, murder in their every languid motion.

Then a cream furred teddy bear with an eyepatch fell from the stable roof above, crashing to the ground in a three point landing.

The assassins froze up as the bear slowly rose, its kitchen knife coming out to the side, readying.

"Wh-what the fuck?" growled one of the assassins.

You would be forgiven for thinking that an expression of smugness came across the bear's face, although its features remained static. The bear took a step forward and behind it came a waterfall of bears and dolls, flinging themselves from the roof above in a pouring wave, easily over a hundred, sheeting down onto the dirt below, clumsily landing then rising, various pieces of cutlery in their paws and hands, even, for some reason, spoons.

The assassins took a step back, suddenly wary, only to look beside and behind them as more and more dolls and teddy bears came from around the mansion, converging on the stable, surrounding the assassins.

One of assassins became agitated, turning on the others, his hood falling back revealing a purple scaled drake.

"This isn't what you said it was! I didn't sign on to fight some high level golem-mancer, this isn't supposed to happen!"

"Shutup." snapped back another, his black scaled drake snout just visible beneath his hood. "This is nothing. Cut them to piece-"

The cream bear lunged for the black scaled drake, putting on a stunning amount of speed, leaping into the air, the kitchen knife aimed right for the drake's gut. The drake reacted, his scimitar coming up, clanging against the knife, flashing sparks as steel met steel.

The bear fell back and as if that was the starting signal the army of golems swarmed forward, disturbingly silent, just the sound of metal rattling and cloth moving filling the air as the golem mob surged in.

The drakes panicked and slashed out with their swords, chopping down with their axes, dolls were bisected and teddy bears split down the middle. But it barely made the swarm pause, instead they climbed over their fallen brethren and charged ever on, throwing themselves onto the assassins, stabbing and cutting and forking and spooning. The assassins yelped in pain as sharp and not so sharp metal objects were stabbed into their scales with varying degrees of success, flailing around with their weapons as dolls climbed up their clothing like some kind of unstoppable unfeeling army ant.

Of course, it wasn't going all their way. The black scaled Drake thrust out his claws and a gale of wind shot forth, blowing a good third of the army off its feet and sending them tumbling.

"Fucking garbage power, this is a joke, it's nothing." He turned the wind empowered claws on one of the drakes billowing their clothes and ripping dolls free from them with every passing moment. "Come! Stop dallying with the dolls like spoiled whelps, we have a job to do."

He turned on the last struggling assassin, pelting them with wind. This of course blew their hood back revealing... hemp. The black scaled drake blinked in surprise, unsure what he was looking at. Then the layers deep winding ropes shifted and a screaming purple scaled drake face could be momentarily seen beneath. The black drakes eyes widened in surprise.

"Get him out of that! Use your axe!" He commanded the others. There was only a gargled reply and he turned to find the cream teddy bear sitting on one of the other drake's shoulders, slowly dragging the razor sharp kitchen knife across the struggling drake's throat, a wash of thick red blood spilling down his chest as he died, collapsing as the last light of life dimmed in his eyes. The cream teddy bear jumped free as the drake fell, rolling and skidding to a halt, turning its one good button eye back on the flabbergasted black scaled drake.

The cream teddy bear stared at him. Then it drew a paw across its throat. A threat.

The black scaled drake screamed in outrage and wind exploded in every direction from his billowing cloak sending dolls and teddy bears sprawling. The ropes that had been slowly winding their way across the yard however had already latched onto his ankle and abruptly hauled back. With a cry of despair the drake hit the ground with a thump, the breath knocked out of him. He tried to move, tried to get away, but it was far far too late. A wave of dolls and bears washed over him and his view of the cloudless blue sky above was buried under a mound of stabbing cutting cloth golems, sticking their weapons over and over into his flesh, into his eyes, his ears, his mouth, anywhere they could. It didn't take long for his motions to become pathetically weak, then for him to go still and dead.

The golems continued stabbing.

--

The teddy bear with the red cloth on his head undid it and moved it down, wrapping it around his neck and revealing it to be what it truly was, a bright red scarf.

He checked the fit was neat and then the general turned back to his army. The ranks were lined up across the stable roof top, row after row. At the front was their champion, the cream bear, now wielding a blood stained knife. The general gave the champion an approving nod.

Below, in the hole, the last surviving assassin was being floated, a full cocoon of hemp rope was wrapped around his body, practically making him a sphere it was layered so thick. Tami's tongue stuck from the side of her mouth as she concentrated. A small bright blue portal about an inch across was hovering in the air near the drake, from it spewed a constant stream of fresh rope which added to the already astounding amount of rope the drake was tied up with.

"New Skill?" asked Lily looking up at the drake while tapping her chin in thought.

"Yup! I leveled up too! I can create rope out of nothing now, I don't need to have a store of the stuff or anything!"

Lily laughed and high fived the tigerkin, beyond pleased that the teenager was getting stronger like herself.

The drake spat a few loose strands of hemp from his mouth and glared at them.

"Let me go! I wanted nothing to do with this!"

"Hmm. Okay!" said Tami.

The drake blinked at her. "Y-you will?"

"Sure, if you tell me why you wanted to kill me."

The drake swallowed nervously. "I- I didn't it was just the job..."

"The job?"

"Yes! Gods you people really have no idea. It's Bine! This city! What? did you think you could just open up the economy like this and have zero repercussions?"

"I... don't know what you are talking about..."

The drake looked a little exasperated. "Think about it, you've made one of the most welcoming cities there is for merchants to come and do what they like, unbothered by the dragons like in other cities."

"And that's bad?"

"Yes! The capital, Draconica! The short lifer species merchants are slowly moving their business from Draconica and to Bine, away from the capital, do you know what that means? Gradually there's been less and less gold flowing in, less and less gold for the old dragon nobility to leech off and snatchup. They don't like it, they don't like it at all. They don't like that their source of treasure is buggering off here to Bine. They know full well it's happening and are trying to put a stop to it."

Lily looked up at the drake, suddenly feeling utterly lost in something she didn't understand. She was just a smol rural otterkin girl who grew up miles away from any city, this was far far beyond her pay grade. "Wh-what about Queen Excalavania?" she asked, wondering if she was asking something ignorant.

"She doesn't give a shit, she's already filthy disgusting rich, she has mountains-, Look, this is about the old nobles only, they are the ones who can't let go of their greed. They gave us the job, kill the daughter of the merchant with the most political reach, the most social influence, the one who's pushing the city to open up the most."

"B-but that's insane! That wouldn't make mother stop, she'd push ten times as hard!"

"Dragons. Dragons don't understand subtlety, they understand overwhelming dominance and threats, sending a message. 'Mess with us and we will kill your loved ones'. It's absolutely going to work too, who in their right bloody mind wants to draw a dragon's ire?!"

Lily glanced between the two, suddenly worried for Tami, her friend.

"Uhm, so what now?"

A shadow passed over her.

"Nothing for you Lily, your captain needs you."

She looked up to find a still smartly dressed and very preggers Flora floating above. The gnome flicked her hand and Lily yelped as she was dragged up into the air.

"W-wait!"

Tami let out a breath and looked up at her friend. "It's fine Lils, I can handle this, I'm not my mother's daughter for nothing. Go and do your adventuring stuff, I'll send for the city guard, gods knows now we know what's actually going on there's going to be hell to pay."

"...but" said Lily forlornly. She drifted out of the hole in the roof and hovered up next to Flora. The gnome girl squinted at her suspiciously.

"Why are your breasts suddenly so large?"

"Why are yours so small!"

"A dairy did... nevermind, we're leaving, come on."

--

Flora flew the otterkin girl over to the AG where they met up with the rest of the band, after a small stop off for Lily to grab a bed sheet to cover over her now far larger breasts of course.

A lot of the band had grown so large that it was getting tricky to fit in the crowded interior of the AG, and would at the very least mean some uncomfortable close contact. As it was Vivi, Flora, Kayla, and now Lily had elected to remain in a deserted alley around the side of the building.

Vivi lazed on the back steps of one of the buildings, a tentacle holding a platter full of snacks to one side of her while another held up a beer for her to sip from on the other.

"And that's why all of us aren't quite as milky and full as before," she said, finishing her story of what happened at the cowkin dairy.

Lily scratched her cheek still feeling a little lost. "But like, people really buy that stuff? At a premium? Not that I'm complaining but milk is kinda just seasoned water right?"

Vivi yawned lazily, "Yeah, like cheese is a loaf of milk."

"And meat is just really well processed grass," said Flora from where she hovered, chin cupped in hand, elbow on stomach.

"Okay, maybe that was a silly way of putting it, but it's still just milk!"

"Platinum grade milk. That's special, special meaning filthy rich fuckers are willing to splurge on it so they can feel superior to us commoners."

"I... I guess that makes sense..."

"How's the bra I stole Lils?" mumbled Vivi tearing a fox toothed bite out of a chicken wing.

Lily took a few wobbly steps forward, her enormous chest coming with her, although reluctantly due to sheer inertia. What was more surprising was that she didn't immediately faceplant onto the paving as her torso covering breasts clearly made her ridiculously front heavy. Instead, she remained upright, her chest pushed up and normal as any other bra would, just on a larger scale. She turned on the spot, her boobs wobbling to the side as she went.

She couldn't help it, she was very very impressed. She didn't think that she would ever be wearing a bra again with her increased size let alone the most comfortable bra of her life! The straps and fit was somehow perfect, magically reshaped to fit her body, changing anywhere where things might awkwardly rub or pinch or weigh, of course helped along by the cups of the bra which levitated and cupped her breasts up in such a wonderfully comfortable way that it felt like she was resting on feather pillows.

She grinned at the vulpine. "Okay, you did good here. Are you sure the cowkins won't mind?"

"Nah, they practically showered me with them after what Fey did to them, I just had to make a not so sincere promise that Fey would be coming back."

Lily gave her a look of feigned outrage, but that quickly broke into another grin, she couldn't help it, she could grow so much larger without any problem at all now!

As Lily twirled on the spot, shaking her new bust someone stepped into the alley. A stranger.

The stranger froze in place, seemingly taken by surprise by the girls. After a moment she hesitantly stepped forward.

"Uhm, h-hi?"

Lily paused in her happy and innocent twirling to find this new person.

The new person was human-like with long wavy brown hair. Her eyes were blue and her face freckled, she wore the common fashion of short shorts and a blouse. Slightly more out of place were a pair of plate like ears sticking from the top of her head, giant mouse ears, pink on the inside and brown and white furred on the back.

The girl was quite clearly a mousekin, emphasized by the mouse tail that swung gently back and forth below her shorts. A bag was on her hip that looked oddly familiar, an ornate thing with tooled leather and green and blue sewn patterns, although it had been clearly damaged, the sewing cut in places and many stitches puncturing the leather where it had been meticulously fixed from some slash or other. It took a moment for Lily to realise what it reminded her of, it was quite like the Dimensional Bag Ellaria kept on her hip.

"Who the hell are you?" said Flora, suspicious.

The mousekin flinched, near losing her footing as Flora spoke.

"M-miss KillFuck S-soulShitter, I'm j-just a guide! Really!"

Flora's expression went from a scowl to instant gleeful delight as the mousekin used her adventuring name.

"You know my advunterers name! Where, where did you hear it!?"

The mousekin looked even more flustered, "I, erm, read it in the guild's r-registry- I-" she paused as she noticed the scowl slowly returning to the gnome girl's face, "But I overheard a lot about you in the AG's bar! The powerful gnome kineticist who can crush her enemies and hear the lamentations of their widows!"

The scowl evaporated, once more returning to a pleased grin.

"Awesome. See I told you Vivi, having a badass adventuring name is so worth."

"That's cool and all mousey but what do you want? You seem like you know us," said Vivi, a tentacle gently stroking her belly.

"Well, it's kind of my job, I-"

She was interrupted from continuing however by Ellara and Fey appearing in the alley, the centaur towering over the elf as she led the way to the group, her large hooves clopping noisily on the paving.

"Got it. Sorry about that, took a while to figure out which dungeons haven't been ransacked and which are just too dangerous for us to bother with. You would not believe the mess this AG has made of its archives, I ended up organising half of their dungeon documents for them."

Lily perked up. "A dungeon? We're going to a dungeon? Like proper adventurers?"

"Yes, a promising one. It's been dived successfully a few times and they found the level of danger consistent throughout, but it has not been fully explored meaning that there will be loot sitting there for the taking."

Lily fisted the air and whooped.

"The only problem is that the map is a scrawled note, if even that, and just a few described landmarks to go by. This may prove problematic, I don't want to-"

The mousegirl raised a hand and waited patiently, Ellaria caught sight of her and seemed to notice for the first time that there was a random stranger amongst her band.

"...Who are you."

"Ah, I couldn't help but overhear you were planning on dungeon diving when you were in the AG."

The elf narrowed her eyes at the mousekin.

"If this is a threat from another band to undercut us I'm going to roast-

"NO! No, not that! I'm a guide! I guide bands around the local area for a tiny small fractional share of the plunder. Trust me I can help, my success rate is 100%! I know the ancient forests like the back of my hand, which is important, it's like a maze out there! Do you know how many bands go out all excited and enthusiastic only to end up having to trudge back in humiliation because they can't find the dungeon or monster they were after? LOADS! It happens all the time around here. That's where my services come in. Hi, I'm Octavia, adventurer's guide, explorer in my free time, nice to meet you!" she smiled hopefully as her speech came to an end.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't turn those mouse ears of yours into sizzling bacon."

A glossy white tentacle waved at Ellaria causing her to round on Vivi. "What?"

"Aren't you forgetting the reason we are going to this dungeon captain? Fey needs help and sooner rather than later would probably be better. Plus I don't really care if we have to give the mousekin a few coins if it means I don't have to go humping Wummy back and forth from the city and bumfuck nowhere because this incompetent AG doesn't bother with real maps."

Octavia nodded furiously in response. "Exactly!"

Ellaria set her lips in a line, clearly annoyed. But after a moment she let out a breath.

"...Fine. We can admittedly use a guide."

"Yes! Don't worry I'll be the best guide Magic Mog has ever had, I'll take you on the most perfect, most enjoyable-"

"I don't care, just take us there." Ellaria shoved the dungeon note into the gushing mousekin's hands.

She turned back to find Vivi standing, stretching her limbs and cracking her knuckles, a tentacle using a napkin to dab at the chicken wing sauce on her lips.

"Are you ready? We're going right now if we are, I want to make good time," said Ellaria.

"A-actually there is something," said Lily. "Your Dimensional Bag captain."

"Yes?"

"Ah, can you open it and hold it about this height of the ground?"

Ellaria tilted her head but then not seeing a reason not to did as Lily asked.

In front of her a small square grate moved on the wall, an iron rusty thing that something was apparently hitting from the other side. After a moment the grate failed and clanged to the ground with a scatter of rust flakes.

From this new dark hole in the wall a brown teddy bear with a red scarf strode.

"Hmm, ah yes your new bear gol....em..." Ellaria's voice failed to nothing as teddy bears and dolls surged from the hole in the wall, cramming through the square hole so quickly that they barely fit, The river of golems spotted the bag and dashed toward it, each throwing themselves inside one after the other, a non stop stream going from the wall to the bag, over a hundred of the things passed by until a serious looking cream teddy bear with an eyepatch and a kitchen knife appeared bringing up the rear. The cream teddy bear nodded at the scarf teddy bear and they looked back toward the hole. The Ellaria doll then stepped through, looked around, sniffed as though unimpressed, then strode toward the bag, stepping up inside with an elvish elegance. The two bears checked there were no immediate security risks in the vicinity and then followed her inside.

Ellaria stood slowly and turned to stare at the blushing otterkin.

"Yeah, so Vivi might have had a point about Fey's jizz affecting leveling speed," said Flora.

--

Octavia led them deep into the forest, the mouse girl making good progress leading them, clearly very used to hiking as she was able to keep ahead of the long stride of Fey and the ground-eating elvish steps of Ellaria.

Their journey took them deeper and deeper into the vast ancient forest west of Bine, a sea of green seemingly without end, pathless, truly a wild place that sapients did not travel for years at a time, a place where monsters and animals flourished unfettered, where no village or town had ever been built.

Monsters, in particular, were an annoyance. Unlike their animal counterpart which ran away on first sight the monsters actively stalked the band. Green furred panthers with six legs and flowing barbels haunted the treetops. More than once Flora had let out a shriek of surprise as one of the cat monsters launched itself at her from the shadows.

The monsters didn't stand a chance of course. She grabbed the cat monster with her kinesis and slammed it down to the ground where Vivi and Ellaria sliced and burned it to bits. Even Lily had a turn since Ellaria was interested in testing her. It did not go particularly well. Unsurprisingly an army of teddy bears and dolls was not a very effective weapon against a monstrous panther.

The band had looked on not sure if they should be shocked or entertained as the angry panther swiped and clawed at the swarm of golems trying to attack it. It was quite clear that the army was going to be slaughtered, the panther simply too strong and agile, that is until a certain cream coloured teddy bear cut away some of the panther's green fur and scampered away with it, transporting it to Lily's waiting hands, a crude rework of a cat doll shaped to be more like a green panther balanced on her chest. A moment later and she was furiously stabbing pins and needles into the panther doll and the actual panther's roars of rage turned into screams of confusion as pain rained down on it from all directions.

Lily continued on like this, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she even produced a hammer from somewhere and started beating the panther doll over the head with it.

The panther had had quite enough by that point and with a strangled cry of outrage it fled into the forest at a million miles an hour, vanishing from sight, its incredible pace causing it to quickly leave her range.

Lily's shoulders slumped, a glum expression on her face.

"Aw... And I tried so hard too..."

"Don't be sad, you passed the test Lily, I only expected you to be able to hold the monster in place, keeping it pinned for a time. That is extremely valuable in its own way in a fight as it means one less close range foe for me and Vivi to take care of in the immediate."

Lily instantly brightened up at this and quickly became smug about her victory.

It was getting dark when they decided to make camp for the night. Vivi chopped down a tree, quickly dicing it apart using her longsword. Flora levitated the branches and logs into a heap. And then Ellaria then set the whole thing ablaze creating a powerful radiant ward amongst the looming darkness of the ancient forest.

Octavia then stepped up, producing what appeared to be a full chef's set of pots and pans and knives and aprons and hats from her damaged Dimensional bag. She started having issues with the bag, random objects coming free as she tried to locate what she actually wanted.

Rope, a bowl of mouldy fruit, a large canvas sail, a pair of socks, a rope ladder, a regular ladder.

"Why on earth do you have all that?" asked Vivi, watching amused as the mousekin struggled with the stuff spilling from the bag.

A lantern, several books, a tent, another larger tent, another larger lantern.

"W-well I am a guide, I need to be prepared, or- or something."

Caltrops, a jar of acid, a mace, a bear trap, a chair.

Vivi raised an eyebrow questioningly at the sheer breadth of the stuff the mousekin had collected.

"I like to be prepared okay!"

At last, she managed to get control over the bag, frantically stuffing everything back inside. Apparently wanting to make up for her unprofessionalism she quickly turned to fire and began cooking, that is after a short argument about whether eating monster panther was a good idea or not. Soon they were eating and working out a watch schedule for the night.

Fey stealthily stepped away as the others talked and slipped into the wood. She had to do something private and alone, that is, use the toilet, she needed to go quite badly.

Keeping the light of the fire just visible between the trees she found a suitable spot and scuffed at the ground with her hooves, wiggling her hips, her balls swaying side to side, her still flaccid penis swaying.

She hiked her breath then let it go in one long sigh as she relieved herself, the feeling of release was incredible. She hadn't gone since Tami had made her so much larger, feeling a sense of scared apprehension that made her shy away from it hard, worried that it would be even more unladylike than before.

She was right of course, and it was compounded by how backed up she was.

Fey blushed scarlet as she pissed like a horse, several horses even. The air was filled with the sound of an immense amount of fluid hitting the ground, a veritable fire hose. A minute passed and it didn't let up.

"Ohhh gods! This isn't right! Why is there so muuuch!" she wailed, still completely unable to come to terms with her new male way of relieving herself, having to awkwardly shuffle sideways as a lake and then from that rivers of horse piss formed below her.

Her head darted side to side trying to see the mess she was creating, and it was then that she caught sight of a pair of wide stunned female eyes watching her, gazing at Fey's lower parts, her lips parted in disbelief. It was Octavia, the mousekin guide. Octavia swallowed nervously as the awkward sound of loudly spattering fluid continued to override everything else in volume.

Fey's cheeks became several degrees warmer as she realised she was being stared at and that she couldn't do anything about it but stand and be oggled as the minutes passed, the lake of pee spreading to cover a shocking amount of the forest floor. Being a large and backed up centaur truly made for some impressive output.

She stared back at the mouse girl as she watched hypnotized, her hands dipping below the hem of her shorts.

"D-do you mind?!" she managed to choke-squeak out at last, "I'm t-trying to go here! Could I have some PRIVACY!?!?!?"

Octavia bit her lip. "W-well it's not my fault you're so- so-, you're just so much more Fey. Like a male but m-more! Even this which is normally nothing and unremarkable is turned into a symbol of your sheer moreishness! Just how much more excessive and extravagant you are than any guy in every way!"

"What are you saying! I just really needed to go because I was backed up! This isn't normal!"

The sound of huge amounts of steaming hot fluid pouring from her continued to awkwardly punctuate their words until at last Fey slowed and then stopped, shuddering as the last few drips fell from the tip.

"I have got to write about this in the club newsletter."

"The what now? W-wait hang on, what is that!? Octavia!" shrieked Fey.

The freckled mouse girl gave her a mischievous grin and hurried away leaving Fey to carefully yet frantically work her way around the edge of the small lake she had created and hurry after her.

Fey arrived back at the fire to find tents had been put up and the band was already retiring for the night. To her outrage the ever prepared guide's tent was already up and buttoned tight, the mouse girl hidden away, apparently 'sleeping'.

Fey almost let out a cry of frustration, but seeing as the others were turning in for the night she managed to control herself. She found her tent and realised she had a small problem. She had barely fit in it before, the thing more like a sleeping bag than a tent, but now? She didn't stand any chance at all of fitting inside. With a silent groan she swept the tent over herself using it as a large blanket. At least the camp was warm due to the fire.

After a time sleep defeated her anxious worries and she descended into unconsciousness.

The band rose early. Fortunately the monsters had left them alone during the night, or at least nobody had noticed any. That said Fey did find a few suspicious scorch marks high up on one of the trees. She squinted at Ellaria but the elf seemed intent on ignoring her.

They broke camp and made their way deeper into the endless forest, up hills, around streams, sometimes making their way down through brook riddled gulleys. Safe to say they were thoroughly dependent on their guide to find their way through the vastness of the endless forest.

So it was a significant problem when the mouse girl sat down on a stump and refused to go any further.

"What the fuck do you mean you won't take us anywhere?!"

"You heard me, I'm not moving. Do as you like."

"B-but we've no idea where we're g-going or where we are!"

"Hmm, that sounds like a you problem. I know these woods like the back of my hand, I'll be fine."

Ellaria's eyes flashed with fire and burning embers started to fall from her writhing hair.

"Mouse girl, you will lead me to this dungeon or I shall turn you into ash and dump your remains in a pig sty."

Octavia paused and glanced up at the elf. "Well that won't do you much good, you'd still be stuck out here with no clue how to get home or anything."

Small fist-sized sparkly purple fire balls started to appear around Ellaria as the elf became more and more irritated.

"W-wait, it- d-do we have to fight!" said Fey jumping between them and holding up her hands, "Octavia here doesn't want to stay out here forever, sh-she just wants something! Right?"

The mouse girl gave Fey a sugar sweet smile. "You are right, of course."

"W-well what is that you want?"

"You."

Fey nearly fell over.

"Oh for gods sake," said Flora, "Is that all? We've stopped for this?"

Fey rounded on the mouse girl her fists curling. "You planned this whole thing just to get at me?!"

"Hmm... Yes. I found you in the AG specifically, I don't normally guide adventuring bands, only logging operations, but I knew you were in a band Fey, it was such an easy way to get you all to myself that I couldn't resist. I've been so busy arranging this, hoping that you and your band would find work out here so that I could get my hands on you first, before the others."

"Fucking diabolical." breathed Flora looking very impressed with the mouse girl.

"Others? Wait... Do I... know you from somewhere?"

Octavia put her hands up as though grabbing a pair of bars and made a forlorn face.

"You! I- I remember you! You were at the mansion when we first got back to the city, one of the girls we locked outside the mansion gates!"

"Mmhmm! What? did you think we just did nothing after you left? We saw the way you looked at us Fey, hungry, and we knew we wanted you, so we talked over what to do to get at you and we decided to form a club, the Fey Hunting Club!"

"The what club?!" shouted Fey in utter horror.

"The Fey Hunting Club, there's even a newsletter where we track your whereabouts and write about your conquests, both real and fiction of course. It's pretty great, excellent masturbation material, the latest minotaur edition caused me sooo much laundry you have no idea! We're getting so many subscribers we can barely keep up!"

"They wouldn't, they didn't! they- Oh no no no, they did..."

"There's even talk of drawings although they have yet to surface. Shame, I'd just loooove to see those."

"Oh my gods I'm going to kill them, I'm actually going to kill them" said Fey, her voice suddenly sounding distant.

"Psst, isn't that kinda against a Healer's principles?" whispered Vivi.

"It's going to be a mercy killing," groaned the centaur, "totally a mercy killing."

"Hmm." said Ellaria. "I do not like that you are turning one of my bandmates into this strange idol for your cult."

"It's not a cult, cults all work together, we're in competition with each other to get ruined first by the big sexy centaur. Boasting about it in the newsletter is just a nice plus. The girls are going to be so jealous of me you have no idea! I'm going to drive that squirrelkin just mad with envy." Octavia grinned, her mouse tail waving excitedly behind her.

"I haven't said I'm going to do it with you yet!" said Fey, still furious, scowling so hard at the mousekin that it was a wonder the mousekin didn't evaporate.

Octavia held up her hands and looked around at the forest non-plussed. "Sorry, but unless you have a super secret guide in your back pocket I'm afraid you are shit out of luck."

Fey ground her teeth together in frustration, but found she didn't have a real retort, Octavia had thoroughly out manoeuvred them.

"You will forfeit any share of the treasure," said Ellaria suddenly.

Octavia paused. "Fine, I never cared about that. Probably not going down there with you anyway."

"And!" said Flora, "Fey will wear a condom."

This took the mouse girl by surprise and she blinked at the gnome.

"...Why?"

"Because we are still reliant on you and I don't trust you to suddenly piss off and leaving us up shit creek without a paddle. If Fey wears a condom that means you aren't experiencing the Full Fey experience, we can hold the full Fey experience over you for later to ensure you stay put."

"Don't talk about me like that! I am not an experience!" said Fey, rounding on the gnome.

"Wait, Y-you're saying I can do it with Fey t-twice??" said Octavia suddenly sitting up fully alert. She swallowed heavily and licked her lips hungrily. "I was just hoping for the once, but... Fine. Condom first, on the condition we fuck completely raw on the way back."

"Deal." said Ellaria. "We have more serious ambitions to worry about than one casual side fling for Fey when Fey here has done... thinking about it a frankly ridiculous number of girls."

Octavia jumped to standing, fist pumping the air. "Yissss!"

"However."

Octavia paused.

"We do not have time to wait around, thus you will be riding Fey underbarrel."

Octavia grinned. "I had already planned for that eventually."

"Y-you did?" blinked Fey.

"Mhmm! Adventurers aren't exactly the patient sort." As she spoke she began pulling heaps of rope from her damaged Dimensional Bag along with a leather harness and a block and tackle. "This was one of my planned eventualities from the start."

Fey watched slightly stunned as the mouse girl threw ropes over her horse back and wound rope around her hips. Octavia wiggled out of her shorts then pulled down her white panties. the panties were sopping wet, absolutely flooded with her juices and hung from her finger drizzling fluid.

She stuffed them inside her dimensional bag, then came her blouse which she eased off slow giving Fey a show, her breasts spilling free in the most delicious way. Fey couldn't help but stare, the mousekin was admittedly very attractive with an aesthetically curved five foot body and toned stomach. Her breasts wobbled as they were exposed, her fat pink nips a point of stiff erection capping her chest. She glanced between the mousekin's legs and found her smooth clear skin glossy with her excitement, rivulet after rivulet streaming down her inner thighs to her knees as strings and strings of the stuff dangled and hung from her puffy lower lips, connecting her thighs together with sloppiness.

Fey swallowed. Seeing a girl in this state all out of desire for her was somehow incredibly flattering and erotic all at the same time.

The now completely stark naked mousekin looked up at Fey with adoring baby blue eyes, her attractiveness only accentuated by her adorable freckles.

Fey's length spilled down at that look, lengthening, growing down her leg toward the ground, passing her back knee, foot after foot of horse dick pouring out of her sheath.

Octavia glanced back at it and let out a soft little noise, her hips writhing in anticipation, knees coming together.

"G-gods the real thing up close is so..." she swallowed. "You know I'm a real preparation addict Fey, well when I was reading the newsletter I couldn't help myself, reading about your sheer size, I wanted that like nothing else. I soon grew tired of my normal six inch dildo and went out and bought a larger one, nine inches. It wasn't enough, no matter how hard I plunged it in and out in and out it couldn't satisfy my fantasies of you. I bought a bigger one, a full foot of rubber, the rubber merchant gave me the strangest look, I didn't care. I rushed back home and threw myself naked on my bed, thrusting it in and out as hard as I could, holding it in place and slamming myself down on it until I was screaming your name and squirting all over my bed sheets, soaking them through to the mattress."

"O-Octavia..."

The mouse girl bit her lip. "I've been horny for guys before but you're something else Fey, something that reaches down deep inside to that primal animal thing, the thing that makes me want to be bred into the fucking ground, scratching that deep deep needy femine itch. No guy can do that."

"I'm not like that, you're projecting your fantasies on to me..."

"I went back and bought an even bigger dildo, with nobs on the length and a vibration feature. I read what you did to those minotaur girls Fey, I know it's real, I know you fucked them in a new way, destroyed them, took them to unimaginable heights, filled them with a fucking lake of satisfaction. G-gods you've no idea how fucking hot it was to read- I had to go buy several copies of that letter because the ink kept running as I came all over it again and again and again, hnnnnnnn!"

The mouse girl trembled, her tail curling up between her thighs, her legs shaking as a micro orgasm racked her body, her toes curling in the grass as she dripped.

"I- I... Can't promise you that Octavia, I can't, I don't know if I can perform like you want."

Octavia swallowed, wiping a little drool from her lip. She looked up at the enormous centaur.

"I don't care, I want to try, I want to know how it feels to be so stretched, so dominated with size, I don't care if you ruin me for other guys, I need to know how it feels after reading- I n-need- I-"

Hyperventilating, she frantically grabbed up the harness and threw it on, quickly buckling it up tight over her naked body, straps going around her thighs, her flesh muffin-topping softly around the leather. She moved up and slapped it across her chest and around her arms. She didn't even bother checking it over, throwing herself up against Fey's barrel, snapping and buckling herself into place until she was dangling under Fey's horse ribcage, her limbs hanging down.

"Took you long enough. Right, now that is settled would you please guide us toward this dungeon," said Ellaria brushing off her knees and standing away from the tree she had been patiently leaning against while she browsed her romance novel.

"Wait, aren't we forgetting something?" said Flora. "The condom?"

Fey stared at the gnome blankly.

".........What's a condom?"

"Really Fey? You know there's even non-rubber ones, condoms have been a thing forever."

"I don't know what that is... We didn't have anything called that in my old clan."

Flora shook her head in disbelief. "Centaurs can be so rural sometimes." She flicked her fingers and a blue rubber disk appeared in her hand. The disk was large but still dwarfed by Fey's size.

"This is a condom Fey. It goes over your dick and catches the cum. It's good for casual sex between same species when there's a danger of pregnancy."

"...oh. That's... wait why didn't we use that before?!"

"Because interspecies sex doesn't cause pregnancies, duh."

Fey squinted at the clearly extremely pregnant gnome.

"Also they are expensive as fuck so you better be grateful you're getting to use this mousey."

Fey nodded. That was a much more Flora like reason.

Ellaria waved her hand brushing their words aside. "Yes yes, deal with that as you wish. Octavia tell us how to get to the dungeon."

"Erm, yes, it's uh, this way, just keep going as we are for now."

The band stepped forward once more, this time with their very excited guide tied up limp below the centaur.

Octavia looked down at the ground passing beneath her. It felt very close by when placed in such a position and she wondered for a moment if she could handle it. But then something soft and heavy brushed against her bare foot and she gasped in surprise, the sheer heat of it!

She straightened her legs back and began exploring. Her toes touched up against Fey's semi soft length, the flesh dimpling below where she pressed her big toes up against it, then wrinkling as she dragged her feet back along its length. This was... a lot of dick, an insane amount of dick, there was more dick here than all the guys she had ever crushed on combined, far more, and Fey wasn't even hard yet!

She was so close to the centaur, her body moving all around her, powerful front legs eating up the ground, and the scent! Oh gods the scent! Her breath caught as that pungent pheromone laden smell of masculine cock hit her nose. The burning itch below her core flared and grew much stronger causing her to mewl, a constant drip drip drip from her needy snatch falling to the ground below.

She shoved her feet back hard and her toes pressing into the softness of Fey's sheath, a mass of wrinkled flesh at the base of the dick where the remainder of her length lay. Without hesitation she shoved her toes in, slipping then between the hot folds, the soft wrinkled skin pressing between her toes as she worked deeper, digging into her sheath, the huge fucking thing enveloping part of her feet as she explored, feeling the deeper heat at the core of Fey's length, the blood rushing beneath her toes, each steady thrumming beat of the centaur's heart pouring blood into her sheer enormity, swelling her larger, becoming thicker, harder, longer. Fey made a gasping sound above as Octavia squirmed her toes, causing the centaur to misstep slightly as her body reacted to the stimulation.

Octavia loved it. Feeling the thing that was about to penetrate her and make her a living cock sleeve grow larger and larger, the anticipation was causing her heart to pound in her chest so loud that she could practically hear it. Gods she needed Fey inside of her!

The tightnes grew against her toes as Fey swelled, until her feet were being crushed against the hardness of the length and then forcibly pushed out as the skin went from wrinkled and flaccid to steel hard and smooth. The massive pillar rose into the air, pressing up between her thighs, three and a half feet of horse penis thicker than her thigh, flexing rigid, throbbing stiff as it went from dangling to slapping up against Fey's barrel, brushing up against Octavia's puss, making her cry out as the nobbled rim smacked against her painfully erect clit. She didn't mind, in fact her clit only seemed to push further from its hood, desperate to be touched more.

She grabbed at it with her thighs, trying to hold the massive thing still but failing as her slippery with cunt juice thighs slipped of the fat length, sliding around it, failing to contain it.

"You're so fucking beeeg!!!" she whined, her hands reaching out and grabbing hold of Fey's front legs as best she could, clutching at her, fingers clawing at the hard muscle of her horse body. She couldn't believe how exposed she felt, dangling stark naked above the moving ground with a giant dick longer than her entire torso between her trembling thighs.

It was terrifying, it was wonderful, it was a rushing swirling mix of emotion, everything she had dreamed of as she lay naked on her bed with her rear lifted up, desperately stretching herself on the biggest chunk of rubber she could find, screaming into her pillow as she sprayed over and over onto her crisp white bedsheets and the carpet and across the room and up the wall.

Something suddenly touched up against her thigh to the side and she flinched in surprise. She turned her head to see the rubber disc floating by her leg, Flora controlling it from above.

Slightly annoyed that they were being interrupted she moved her thigh allowing it past.

The rubber disc slipped between her legs and plopped onto the tip of Fey's dick, coming down solidly on the very center. Then the rubber began to unfurl, an invisible force rolling it out, stretching it over the broad head.

The rubber quickly became extremely over taxed, stretched far far far more than it was designed to, no condom had ever been intended to fit over a thigh thick dick of course. The rubber groaned as it stretched wider and wider, making rubbery squeaking sounds as it rubbed against Fey's flesh, the transparent blue of the rubber becoming near completely transparent as it stretched hyper thin, clearly being helped by Fey's magic in some way as it obviously should have broken already. The rubber rolled out wider and wider until at last it met the nobbled rim and slid over of her tip. Things went much easier after that and the condom rolled back down her length, sleeving her length, fitting vacuum skin tight over every little bump and vein, making her stiff length glossy with rubber.

With one final push Flora fitted the base of the condom over Fey's medial ring, the rubber snapping tight around it, nigh unremovable. Fey let out a reflexive whinny as the rubber sealed, her length throbbing at this new sensation, the rubber squeaking as it smeared past Octavia's soaked puss.

The mousekin sighed airily at the sensation. The condom was so ridiculously tight that she could still feel every little detail, every touch of roughness, but now with a strange sensation on top, the feel of slippery rubber. Strangely it reminded her of her dildos but so much more real and detailed, so much more stimulating.

She was here and she was damned if she wasn't going to make it all real, just like she'd read. Biting her trembling lip she reached out for the pulleys, grasping a knotted piece of rope. She hauled on it and the ropes that encircled Fey pulled tight. Ropes that lead from her harness down between Fey's back legs hauled back on her and with a yelp she found her rear crashing up against the blunt tip of Fey's dick, her ass flattening, her thighs spreading wide to fit, her puffy swollen puss finding itself squishing up against the hard surface.

"HnnnnnnggHHHH!"

She couldn't stop herself, her arms were locked up and straining toward her chest, pulling in the rope with a strength borne of raw need. She felt herself move, being forcibly pressed up against the tip, the pressure increasing. She could feel her incredibly sloppy folds starting to splay out as they pressed against the surface, her extremely sensitive inner walls scraping over the head, touching every bump, the feel of the centaur's urethra, ever little micro roughness felt in extreme detail as her flower bloomed for Fey, her pussy parting wider and wider, stretching to spread out over the surface, her asshole being pushed up out of the way, her buttocks spilling around the rim even as her clit was pushed further from its hood.

"F-fuuuuuckkkkingg gawwwwddd!!! Its j-just like they saiiiddd----AAHHHNNNN!!"

She started to slow however, her pussy struggling to engulf Fey's enormity, reaching its limit. No amount of practice had prepared her for this. She mewled, NO! She wouldn't be left out, she wouldn't be stopped! She reached out for the rope and yanked at it, pulling at it, each tug causing her pussy to spread wider, more and more of her insides being smeared flat against the fat horse dick, her thinly stretched lower lips edging closer and closer to the horizon, each tug accompanied by a whining grunt.

Over and over she tugged until her pussy was making a huge O shape, thicker than her thigh, her erect love bean straining out, her entire body working to contain this monster of masculinity, to take it into her petite feminine frame.

Her voice rose in pitch as her cunt slowly splayed out over the nobbly rim, and then rose into a wailing shriek as with a lurch Fey SCHL-POPPED! inside of her, her insides going from being pressed up against the blunt head to slopping around it, her straining nerve clusters made a hundred times more sensitive both due to Fey's magic and their stretched-out state.

She slammed down over Fey, a full ten inches of massive cunt busting horse dick thrusting up into her, her tummy tenting out with the softened shape of the head, a fat ridge marking the blunt rim.

She froze up, her mouth wide and silent. Then sensation hit her and a howling wail ripped from her throat. Her pussy spasmed around Fey, rippling up and down as the extreme stimulation rocked her to her core, her ankles drumming up against Fey's stomach as she squirted down onto the ground below, a sprinkling rain of feminine juices left in the centaur's wake. *Skllrtsh-skllrrtsh-skllrrtsh!*

"AHHHHNNN AHN AHN AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

It was so much more than what she had been imagining, so so much more, description couldn't contain it. Regular sex and masturbation were a shadow, an impotent meagre thing compared to this, this was eye opening on a whole other level, such sheer unadulterated wondrous pleasure. Flashing lights strobed across her vision as blood roared in her mousy ears, her body quivering as her eyelids fluttered.

She was a very very prepared little mouse girl. But nothing had prepared her for this.

And this was just penetration.

She couldn't believe there was more.

She couldn't believe anything was going to stop her from getting more.

Jaw shaking as she came down she managed to look down her body between her breasts to where that signature Fey bulge pushed out her abdomen, stretching her, just as she had read about.

She keened as she felt Fey shift inside of her, the motion of the centaur's trot stirring up her puss, a delicious feeling that made her hips squirm, her knees locking around the thigh thick dick.

Needy for more she scrabbled at the ropes, desperately hauling on them. She jerked back causing her to gasp out as the protrusion marking the horse cock rolled up her belly eating up inch after inch, her smooth skin stretching to fit over the fat dick, reaching past her belly button which went from a round shape to more of an oval as it was stretched around the stallion hood.

"Oh! Oh GODDSS! She's so fucking huuuuge!" whined Octavia as her insides re-arranged to make way for the monstrous horse penetration.

It was only the first little part of Fey's three and a half foot of dick but already Octavia felt fuller than she had ever imagined, they simply didn't make dildos to this scale, this sheer girth.

Her pink little pussy was stretched tight around the exceptionally slippery surface of Fey's length, hungrily slurping at it, trying to draw in more even as her clit was squeeezed even further from its hood, extending down into the air stream that passed beneath the trotting centaur, her fat pulsing clit tickled by the forest air, teasing it to stiffen further.

The mousekin's fluids slopped down the condom sheathed length of Fey, fat juicy rivulets of herself that rolled around the slick rubber surface and fell in a constant pitter patter to the forest floor below, so much that it often formed sloppy gossamer strings of stickiness that fluttered in the wind.

She dragged frantically on the rope, inching herself further and further, her puss eagerly gulping up more fat horse dick, thirsty to be stuffed full with more and more.

"Ahhh... Ahnn... m-moarrr!"

Safe to say all of this blew her fantasies out of the water.

She reached past the foot deep mark and had to pause to just cope with that sensation. Fey was inside of her, INSIDE! And not just a little, Fey was in her deepest depths, pushing up hard against that hidden place in her core, that place that she hadn't realised it was possible to reach until she had read of it and begun experimenting.

Fey was pressing up against the entrance to her womb.

She pulled hard on the rope and the breath was blown from her lungs as that blunt log of a dick crashed up against it, against her cervix, trying to get into a place that no male was able to reach, her most sacred feminine place.

Her fingers curled into claws as she dragged desperately at the rope, trying to pull it toward, her, her cervix deep inside kissing up against the slippery head and then gliding out as it slowly gradually spread wide.

It wasn't even a question, Octavia didn't care that her womb was sacred, off limits, she wanted to be defiled, desecrated, debased.

Her cervix stretched out wider and wider, greedily trying to engulf the head, flowing over every bump. She threw her head back and cried out.

"Violate me FEEEEYYY!"

The massive centaur above her momentarily froze up at that, her body catching for a moment. Then Fey continued her trot, but something was different, this wasn't just a trot, it was a confident stride, a stallion who owned the forest, relaxed as they walked through their dominion.

"You do not make demands of me, my little cock sleeve." growled Fey.

Octavia squeaked. She knew what this was! She had read about it! Fey's dominant side taking command, becoming as overwhelming as her size!

The centaur kicked her back legs up, momentarily lifting her hind entirely of the ground, Octavia letting out a shriek of surprise as six inches of dick was roughly dragged free. Then Fey's rear peaked in height and came slamming back down the earth with the full force of the centaur's weight.

Octava's mouth formed a silent O as Fey thrust back inside of her, the tip brutally crashing up against her cervix, then, because the condom made her length so slippery, her cervix was forced to open up, yawning wide as the ring of muscle slopped around the tip in one sudden rush, engulfing the head.

Fey instantly filled the mouskin's womb and her medial ring slammed home against her labia, her clit roughly crushed up against the heavy ring.

A mousey whine wound its way from Octavia's lips, her body frozen up in sheer shock. Then the explosive stimulation hit her like a bolt of lightning.

"AHNNNhnnNNNNAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!"

Her pussy convulsed around the slippery rubber sheath, her internal muscles going mad as they suckled and slurped on the near-frictionless surface, her legs flailing, ankles bouncing of Fey's barrel asher stiffly out stretched legs swung through the air, toes splayed as her spine arched.

The intensity of the orgasm surpassed anything Octavia had prior known and her love bud became several degrees more stiff as clear sticky fluids exploded around her labia, a sloppy mess that sprayed in thin lines around where the medial ring pressed up against her, clear fluid dousing the ground below in an unbelievable amount of fem cum, a messy Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! If she had been back home she suspected that she'd have had to throw the bed out such was the sheer amount, each pulsing spray of fluid accompanied with firecracker flashes in her brain as extreme orgasm wracked her body until it felt like she was going to pull a muscle.

Of course Fey didn't even give her time to comprehend what she was going through before she bucked back, her rear bouncing into the air before slamming back down into the mousekin, skintight rubber slipping back inside with ease, the sheer force of the penetration causing a wash of fem fluid to be forced out in a tight spray.

Then Fey did it again and Octavia found herself holding on to her ropes for dear life.

"...Octavia which way now?"

"Hnn p-past the oh gods f-fallen MMM! t-tree, Th-that HNGG w-waIIEEEEE!"

Fey kept up the stepping bouncing rhythm pistoning in and out. The intensity was mind blowing but to her shock Octavia soon found her pussy calling out for more, aching and dripping to be stretched and pounded more and more and more.

Her hands trembling she hauled on the ropes, trying to time her pulls with the thrust of Fey's hips. She succeeded and the medial ring ground down on her labia, roughly pushing up her clit, each thrust pushing into her with more force more pressure, but despite that it just wasn't happening, the angle was all wrong and she just didn't have the strength.

"F-Fey! It's not going innnn!" she wailed as her muff became redder and puffier, slapped over and over by the girthy medial ring.

She felt more than saw Fey change direction, shifting off to one side of the woods. She blinked down as roots became visible amongst the grass below. What was-?

Fey reared up, slamming her front hooves up againsta huge oak tree, hooves digging into the wood, mousekin pulled up with her, her limbs dangling

Fey grabbed hold of the ropes wrapped around her front and then using her immense strength hauled up the ones that dipped below her chest.

Octavia screamed as she was forcibly dragged up, her pussy pulling out as the massive length was pulled free, the condom making the wet schlurking queef of massive evacuation that much noisier.

Then Fey pulled on the ropes that ran down her horse back.

Octavia was hauled down, speared on the length, slamming down onto the medial ring, her belly pushing out so hard that her belly button popped into an outie, her breath catching in her throat, a line of spit running down her chin.

"Oh m-my-!!" she managed to gasp out as she looked down at the horse cock tenting her belly out, a shakey hand moving to touch at it. She didn't get a chance however. Fey pulled on the rope and she was hauled back up, her hand just missing her bulging cock filled belly.

"N-nuuu! Give it to me Fey! G-give mee-"

Fey hauled on the ropes and Octavia meteored back down, her hand slapped to the side as her tummy bulged up, her cunt slamming home on the medial ring, slowing for a moment, then Schl-plopping! over, her pussy touching down on the part of Fey's length that lacked a condom. The contrast in texture lit her nerves up and took her breath away as she was forcibly dragged down the length, more and more pushing into her, her belly pushing up between her breast, spreading them apart, up to her clavicle, her neck, her chin, feet and feet of horse dick. She clutched desperately at the shape of Fey pressing through her body, her fingernails digging into her stretched out tummy as Fey filled her beyond all comprehension, and then she hit the base, the greater girth at the base stretching her wider than ever, her petite little pussy stretched skin tight around the vascular beast.

It was too much. Her voice roise in a wailing shriek as her body convulsed around Fey, a little feminine cock sleeve thrashing and howling, her feet kicking, squirming against Fey's enormous boiling hot balls, feeling the churning morass within.

Her feet felt it first. Fey's balls lurched up, the powerful heavy things ripping from her clutching feet as they rose, eager to release.

And release they did. Her pussy was stretched even further as the heavy horse dick grew nearly an inch in girth just due to the sheer amount of womb busting cum being forced into it, exploding down the length, past her rippling walls, through the ring of her cervix, up to the tip where it stretched out her belly in the most obscene way, and then from the tip came Fey's immense ejaculation.

The incredibly loud sound of rubber squeaking under extreme stress come from with inside of her, a near transparent rubber being stretched paper thin as huge amounts of cum hosed into it, a ball of white appearing at the tip that rushed outward, pushing out her insides. Fey groaned and humped up into her as pulse after pulse of spraying hot cum pumped up into the frantic mousekin.

Her belly ballooned outward as the blooming condom inside of her grew in size, her womb straining to fit its shape, a cacophony of rubbery squeaking emanating from her body as her flesh slipped and stretched around the growing shape, her belly spiling outward, her body a condom around a rubber cum filled condom. Her hands were pushed away as she filled, fingers pressing into the softness as she expanded.

"HNGGAWDDS-s-Sho mhuCH- Ther's sho MHUCCCHHH!!"

The condom filled out her womb at the tip and the rolled backwards, spilling down around Fey's length, flowing down between her breasts and spilling her belly out, a nine months pregnant sphere that hung from her hips, dangling down, growing larger with each intense pulse, each sloshing squirt, each surging ejaculation of boiling hot horse cum that roared into her, a churning boiling hot slurry that filled her womb larger and larger.

It was like a damn had broken and she was the only place that everything behind the damn could go, a smol girl made to take a colossal stallion's oceans of seed. She could only hang on and survive as she was blimped larger and larger, her belly sagging down as she expanded past octuplets in size.

At last, it came to an end. Fey letting out a weak whispery sigh as the last few drips were released. Octavia looked down at herself, an obscene six feet of preggers like belly hanging from her body.

Fey suddenly heaved backwards and she found herself being dragged from the tree, the centaur pulling and tugging herself from her puss as she backed up.

"W-wait F-fey I'm not r-ready!"

But Fey didn't stop, inched by inch she dragged herself from the mousekin until her medial ring was forcing its way from her entrance, then the rest, the mousekin losing her mind as her overly sensitive insides were dragged out by the still hard length. With a jerk Fey pulled her length entirely free. Of course, she was still wearing the condom, the rest of which was currently inside of Octavia.

A stretched transparent tube of rubber strained from the tip of Fey's penis down into the gaped wide pussy of the mouse girl, her insides clearly visible through the rubber.

"S-Stooop! HNNN!"

Fey continued to jerk back, the stretched tube becoming longer and longer, the base of it widening as the vast mass inside began to be pulled from Octavia's entrance, her pussy yawning wide as the wide part of the cum filled condom tried to escape, stretching her lips wider than even Fey had.

Octavia howled and thrashed as she was stretched around the condom rising from her, taking her pussy from an o shape to an O shape as the massive bulb of cum began to reach her cunt.

Then, to her absolute relief, some of the cum slopped free from the bulb inside of her, a fat foot wide ball of white that poured into the tube of condom leading from Fey's dick to her puss. The ball pulled down on the condom, forming its own hanging shape. This of course opened the flood gates and with a cry of alarm Octavia found cum slopping from her puss in waves, ball after ball blob blob blobing free, adding to the balloon of cum outside of her body, the two condom wrapped lakes of cum transferring through her passage, pouring from her snatch, her belly shrinking in size as she was emptied.

She didn't want this.

"N-NUU!" she cried out, scrabbling at her shrinking cum belly, emptying, vanishing, that immense heat leaving her, her toes pushing against the vast condom balloon below her, the sheer heat of the seed inside warming her feet.

With one final schlup the last of the cum and with it the condom pulled from her pussy leaving it gaping, her insides twitching and trembling, cervix open, fresh forest air cooling her sloppy wet insides.

She dangled from Fey's chest, spent, exhausted both physically and mentally, her mind still occasionally sparking as orgasmic aftershocks shivered up and down her body.

A polite cough caught her attention and her limp head slowly wobbled up until she had a view of the rest of the band watching her.

"Tell us guide, which way next?

Octavia flopped back down with a groan.