Chapter 19

The nine and a half foot tall and extremely intimidating dragoness turned her head and stared at Fey.

She also came to a halt which in turn paused the flow of the crowd as a gigantic person blocking the way tends to do. Ahead the centurion’s voices faltered and stumbled, wondering why their leader had stopped, their marching slowing to a stop.

Everyone was looking now, why had the Lady of the city interrupted the grand parade? For what possible reason could she have stopped?

“You.”

“M-me?” Said Fey, her voice rising to a higher pitch in fright.

“You have a certain ... scent about you...”

“I do?”

“I think it’s your penis,” whisper hissed Rina out of the corner of her mouth, quiet enough that the dragoness couldn’t hear.

“I can’t say that though can I!” Fey whispered urgently back.

“It really is quite a ... delicious smell, what is it, some kind of perfume?”

The crowd stared at the dragoness. Then all their heads turned to look at Fey, or rather, the part below Fey’s barrel, her throbbing shaft which oozed precum even as they watched. Then they turned back to the dragoness and a small realisation threaded its way through the crowd: The dragoness was simply so tall and so far off the ground that she could not see below Fey’s barrel this closeby. The Lady had no idea she was talking to a centaur with a massive throbbing erection right in front of her.

“P-perfume? I d-don’t use perfume.”

“Hmm.”

“You could have used that as an out!” Whisper hissed Rina gently elbowing Fey in the side

The dragonesses eyes shifted from Fey’s desperately trying to look innocent face to her horse part, more specifically her horseback. A pair of small terrified faces looked back up at her, clearly about to lose their shit at being under the massive dragonesses gaze.

“Centaur, it appears you have some kind of vermin upon your back.”

“Wh-what? Were not vermin!” shouted Kayla before she could stop herself. She slapped a hand over her mouth realising she had spoken aloud.

The dragoness squinted down at them. “Ah so they are sapient, what a tiny species, I wonder if they are as short lived as they are small, such strange things number amongst the short lifers, they seem closer to rodents or mice at times. In any case-”

“G-give me one of your scales and I’ll show you who’s small you over grown liz-!” Yelled Lily before Kayla dragged her back and slapped hand over her mouth, still with one hand over her own.

“P-please don’t antagonise the gigantic dragon girls,” said Fey looking behind her. She turned back to the dragoness who was furrowing her brow at the two quivering otterkins. “Uhm, I’m not sure what you mean, do you want me for something?”

The dragoness returned her attention to Fey. “Perhaps it is just your natural scent, strange, but plausible I suppose. What are you doing in my city?”

“I-I’m part of an adventuring band.”

“Adventurers? Mess causing braggarts who cause a damnable amount of trouble. Good recruiting for my legion’s ranks however. What is it that you do? Lancer? Warrior?”

“Erm, I’m a healer...”

“A healer? With a body of that size? My gods What a waste!”

“I- I’m quite good at it!”

“It’s true she’s a brilliant healer!” yelled Kayla before slapping her hand back across her mouth.

The dragoness studied her. “Well I suppose healers are rare enough, and your mobility would be quite useful in a battlefield situation. Curious.”

“It-it’s just who I am, I love helping people!”

“Hmph you do lack the realism of a centurion but that’s something we could perhaps stamp out of you with enough gruelling training. A year in the field, slogging through fight after fight and you’ll soon put aside that silly fluffy naive optimism.”

Fey did not like the direction this conversation was going, she got the strong impression that she was in danger of being drafted against her will and put to work as some kind of healer warrior for this dragoness. Dragons weren’t exactly known for not getting what they wanted, when a dragon wanted something to happen that something had a habit of happening more often than not. She needed to get out of this conversation, and fast.

Rina suddenly waved her tail at the dragoness. “Uhm Lady Alexandria, as much as it would benefit the noble city of Bine to see my wonderful friend Fey here added to its legions, I really would prefer it if that did not come to pass.”

Lady Alexandria glanced at Rina, then again. “Oh. It’s you. oOne of those conniving merchants. You and your lot seem to have a claw in every pie these days.”

“Yes, ahem, well we do bring rather a lot of wealth to the city my Lady, it is in Bine’s best interest to build strong healthy relations with the merchant body.”

“Leeches the lot of you, leeching of dragon’s power and leadership.”

“Would a leech really bring all the lovely gold and jewels to the city that you have come into possession of as of late my Lady?”

The dragoness seemed to pause at this, a look of annoyance crossing her face because what the lamia said had the unfortunate taint of truth.

“Fine, more like snivelling kobolds. You have as much lust for gold as the little folk do in any case.”

It was Fey’s turn to elbow Rina in the side as the lamia opened her mouth to retort. She glanced at Fey and slowly closed it.

“I-I really must be going your Ladyship, lots of adventurey things to do, I’ll try not to get into too much trouble while I am in your city.” said Fey, trying her best to graciously exit as soon as possible.

The dragoness cleaned one of her claws with another claw as Fey spoke.

“Yes yes, if you must. Although,” she glanced at Fey once more and this time her hips shifted ever so slightly. “When you have free time I command you to come to the palace, I wish to investigate this natural smell of yours in greater detail. It is of a certain interest to me, the longer I scent it the more interesting it becomes.”

“Y-yes! Of course!” said Fey. Secretly promising herself to avoid the palace and the dragonesses clutches at all costs.

Lady Alexandria flicked the last of the dirt from her claw and turned to move on, the legion she was marching with pulling itself together and beginning its parade march once more, hooves and boots striking up a marching beat.

Fey watched the dragoness as she strode down the street, her long violet and cream tail swaying behind her, knocking over a few unfortunate passersby, and a horse. The dragoness didn’t seem to notice.

“That one’s trouble, a real warhawk. It’s a pity really, Bine never got into military trouble before Queen Excalivania assigned that firebrand to the city. Now it’s wars this and battles that. She’s never happy unless the legion is off marching and invading somewhere, or putting down some upstarts or monster problem or whatever.”

“Is it that bad?”

“Well, no, I’m exaggerating a touch, she isn’t that bad, and she has made the economy much more open, the previous dragoness hoarded everything she could get her grubby claws on, as dragons have a habit of doing. Not good for the economy as you can imagine, it’s taken a monumental effort from the merchant factions to start easing things and opening things up let me tell you. That’s part of my job here, to ensure things actually stay open.”

“It is?”

“Of course, I can’t be a wealthy and successful merchant if things are all closed up and the dragons are seizing everything not nailed down. Merchants suffer the most living under the claws of the dragons, we can’t trade if we keep getting robbed!”

“That’s true- I sort of suppose?”

“Mhmm! Merchants are a repressed people! and I’m sure I could bore you to tears with our grievances but for now I believe we are going to have to part ways, that is unless you want to help my caravan unpack our stock in the warehouse districts?”

“Aheh, thank you but I think I’ll pass, it has been a long trip.”

“Fair enough. Anyway here take this.”

She handed Fey a small white card and Fey took it. She peered at it. It had the address of a place in Bine scribbled upon it.

“It’s a place to stay for free Fey, your band is obviously hurting a bit financially, I’m not stupid, I recognise the signs, your band captain gave me some fairly exceptional prices for the skill level of your band’s members. I hadn’t felt that safe on a trip in a long time, it was a shame that nothing actually dangerous showed up, I would have liked to see your captain go toe to toe against a frost wyvern.”

“Uh right, Ella is rather strong, elves and being long lived kinda gives some advantages.”

“True.” The lamia turned distractedly, a small Pobo drawn cart was passing them by which contained a still very large and cum filled Zal, although most of her rounded belly was covered with blankets just leaving her body visible at the top. The labrador dogkin seemed to be having some difficulty getting through the crowd and was shaking her fist in anger.

“I’ll see you around Fey, maybe sooner than you think.” The lamia winked at Fey and then quickly slithered off to help Zal leaving Fey with the otterkin girls.

“She was nice,” said Kayla.

“I love her,” said Lily, “she helped get me my Class, she’s awesome.”

“I’ll admit I have to agree to that, she’s awesome on the outside ... and the inside.”

Fey turned hearing a voice and found Flora floating beside Vivi, the both of them looking heavily pregnant, although Fey now knew that Flora’s was an actual pregnancy whereas Vivi’s was just a cum pregnancy. Flora looked increasingly healthy, as well as increasingly milky too. She had taken to putting crosses of tape over her nipples to try and stem the constant leaking, which had worked, except her breasts were slowly becoming larger as the milk built up inside.

Vivi, on the other hand, had appeared increasingly shifty and guilty looking as of late, in fact she seemed to be avoiding Ellaria altogether, she had yet to see the fox girl in proximity to the elf. Fey knew something was up, she just did, judging by the way the otterkin girls and Vivi kept giving each other really incompetently hidden knowing nods and looks suggested the twins were involved somehow.

“What’s the card thing?” said Flora gesturing at the card Fey was holding. She blinked and glanced down at it having forgotten she was holding onto it. “Oh, this is an address, Rina gave it to me, she said we can stay there for free...”

“Huh, really? Guess we made a good impression.”

“Bit more than an impression, you were inside of her for days Flo,” said Vivi

“Hey it was cozy okay, and screw you, you were in me for a bit, your face anyways.”

Ellaria suddenly appeared by Flora’s side, completing the band, all members together once more. Vivi drew back seeing Ellaria and tried to make herself look innocent. She was not very good at it.

“Cut the arguing you too, and good going Fey, if we’re not paying for expensive rooms at an inn that caters for adventurers or centaurs then that’s more money we can put toward seeing this Arch-Soulomancer. Now let’s get going, come on, no dawdling.”

Fey handed over the card to Ellaria and the elf led the way through the crowd with the rest of the band in tow, Vivi bringing up the rear.

They made their way through the streets of the city, passing by a vast variety of peoples, species, and races. Minotaurs lumbered past, as well as more lamia, catkins, lupine (who often had moments of confusion in passing Fey), strange many eyed beholders, (whose eyes seemed to have a habit of converging on Fey’s lower parts), dogkins, humans, and even the occasional elf. This all in this one small part of the city, Bine was truly a megalopolis that attracted peoples from across the lands. Dragon dominion whilst having its downsides also had the upside of safety and stability and that attracted people like nothing else, a place for civilization to thrive unfettered.

The buildings around them quickly became more upscale and ornate, and the area became less trafficked as they exited the commercial districts and entered the housing districts. The band slowed their pace as the address they were after led them into a part of the city where the houses were more like mansions than anything, and they looked around wide eyed at the gated homes.

“Er, you sure this isn’t a prank?”

“I don’t think so, maybe Rina wrote down the wrong address? This doesn’t seem like the sort of place to board adventurers, or anyone really.”

They came to a halt outside one of the larger more impressive mansions, its heavy gates capped in gold.

“This is the place, so we just uh, go ... in?” said Vivi.

The vulpine stared blankly at the gates with her hands on her hips.

“Uhm, I think you need to open it.”

“Right ... where’s the handle thought?”

As she finished speaking the gates suddenly creaked and with a squeaking sound they swung wide of their own volition forcing Vivi to back up.

“Oh, magic. Right. I forgot we were back in a city where they have more of the damned stuff than they know what to do with.”

The otterkins stared at the extravagance. Using an expensive enchantment just for opening a gate? Madness.

The band moved inside to a tree lined carriageway, artfully crafted bushes lining the road up to the grand mansion. They walked toward their supposed accommodation, or in Fey’s case trotted, and Flora’s floated, until they came to the main circular front drive, a huge pair of double doors made from dark wood and fringed in more gold centered at the front of the building. The band stared at it wondering what to do next.

After a moment of nothing happening Flora rolled her eyes.

“Gods it’s like being out with a bunch of idiot hicks from the countryside,” the gnome zipped forward and rapped her knuckles on the front door.

Nothing happened.

“Uh, maybe there’s no one in? Or the enchantment broke?”

“Or maybe they’re being rude, I know the type, rich snooty bastards.”

“Your fists are too puny is the problem,” said Vivi, watch, I can do it properly, as a warrior.

Vivi stepped forward, cracked her paws and then rapped hard on the door, significantly louder than Flora, using her Skill based strength. The knock was so loud it quieted the birds singing in the nearby ornate trees.

After a moment a distant voice could be heard from the interior.

“Fuck off!”

“Did you hear that? I think someone just told us to fuck off.”

“Bastards! They’re all the same, rich assholes living in their golden ivory towers looking down on the rest of us, I bet it’s an elf in there, elfs are all like that.”

“Really Flora? I’m right here you know.”

“Present company excluded, obviously, you’re alright for an elf Ell,” said Flora curling her fist.

“Thanks, I guess- hey wait! Stop Flora!”

Too late, the gnome magically grabbed hold of a nearby aesthetic boulder set out as part of the gardens and ripped it into the air flicking mud across the drive. She whipped it around and flung it at the front doors.

BOOM!

The doors shuddered on their hinges and the noise was so loud that the echoing sound from within reverberated all the way outside. Dust trickled from the walls as the impact shock went through the whole mansion.

“Oh my gods Flora!”

“He, y they’re rich, they can afford to fix shit, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“They’re rich, and likely powerful too, meaning they can make our lives a pain while in the city! I swear to gods I’m going to tie you to a chair and give an eighteen hour long elven style marathon lecture on manners and politeness one of these days. I’ll reform you into unrecognizability, as only a teacher can.”

Flora blinked and turned to stare at Ellaria.

“Er, you aren’t actually serious about that are you? Eighteen hours? What the fu-”

The door suddenly yanked open and an angry face appeared, glaring at the band.

To Fey’s surprise the face was quite young, teenage looking, on the older side, her body lithe and slim. Her hair was long and blonde and highlighted, her head capped with a pair of rounded fluffy ears, black and orange, tiger ears. A short crop top barely contained her chest, and a short flitty skirt hung off her hips which showed off a large band of thigh, she wore a pair of black cat stockings which her soft thighs muffin topped over. Fey caught a flash of orange behind her as the teenager’s fluffy tiger tail flicked by, waving irritably. She was a tigerkin.

The tigerkin had a stick in her mouth which she promptly grabbed and pulled free proving it to be a large disc shaped lollipop.

“Who the fuck are you people and why the hell did you just to do to our doors?”

Ellaria stepped forward. “Hello and good day, we were told that there was a place to stay for adventurers here.”

The girl stared at her blankly, then her lip twitched and formed into a smirk. “Y-you can’t be serious? Did you actually think? Yikes. That’s pretty sad elfy.”

Ellaria’s expression soured a bit, the sheer brattiness of the girl pulling at her memories of her days being a lecturer and teacher.

“I don’t take kindly to being talked to that way, girl. I suggest you keep that tongue of yours in check before I force a brick of soap down your throat.”

The girl squinted at Ellaria. “You give off weird vibes elfy, like someone mixed a fashionista with one of the strictest lecturers at school.”

“Holy shit that’s so accurate,” muttered Flora under her breath.

Ellaria’s annoyance ticked up a notch.

“Is this what the people around here take for nobility? A snotty upstart brat who has zero understanding of how the real world works?”

The girl giggled, it was quite an annoying giggle and Fey got the impression that she had practised it repeatedly to be as obnoxious as possible.

“Nobility? What are you on about you silly idiot adventurer? I’m a merchant’s daughter.”

“Oh. Ohhhh,” said Fey. “Do you know a pink haired and pink scaled lamia by any chance?”

The girl turned to Fey, her eyes flat and unimpressed, that is until she caught sight of the thing below Fey’s barrel and then she nearly fell over having to grab hold of the door to keep herself up right. Her extremely cocksure confident demeanor suddenly punctured by Fey’s massive cock.

“Wha- what are you doing? With- with-”

“Never seen a penis in real life before huh?” Said Flora.

The girl shook her head without thinking then realised she had just admitted to being a virgin and scowled with irritation. “Of course I have you silly gnome, I’ve seen all the penises, that’s just an a-average one, I think, and I was just surprised is all, people don’t normally h-have them out in the open you know.”

“I’m sure,” said Flora with so much sarcasm that it was surprising that a visible haze of sarcasm wasn’t wafting off her body.

The girl pouted. “Think what you like dumbass shorty.”

“Permission to launch the brat into the stratosphere captain,” said Flora

“Permission denied. Please, the lamia with pink hair and pink scales?”

The girl rolled her eyes. “That’s my mother, duh.”

The band stared at her.

“I’m adopted, jeez what the hell are you even thinking right now, bunch of weirdos.”

“Rina is your mother?”

She nodded. “I suppose she sent you then. Lame. And I was planning on inviting some friends over, now I have to babysit your sorry asses.”

“ ... oh, so that’s what she meant by seeing us later...” muttered Fey.

The girl glanced at her. “I wouldn’t count on it, if she’s just come into the city she will be slithering her scales of all over setting up in the markets and then wining and dining and networking until she passes out in some manse or other. She’s not a very good mother you know, but it’s not like father is much better.”

It was Fey’s chance to nearly fall over.

“Rina is married!?” she squeaked.

“Yeah, to a Human, that’s why I’m adopted, they can’t have kids. Why so surprised?”

“N-no reason!” said Fey hurriedly.

“Hmmmmmmm. In any case, I guess I can show you some rooms or whatever. That is probably what Mother wants me to do.” She glanced at Fey, down then back up, “You can call me Tami by the way.”

“Fey,” said Fey.

Tami stepped inside, pointedly ignoring the others. She sent another glance over her shoulder as she went at Fey. Noticing that Fey was looking in her direction she quickly snatched her gaze back.

The inside of the mansion was as ornate as the outside with marble flooring and large paintings and large cushy furniture that somehow managed to look simultaneously like the softest feathery things imaginable as well as sculpted marble perfection. The endless halls and rooms made it clear that it was a wonder that Tami had heard their knocking at all, but then perhaps it was magically enhanced and she had simply been trying to ignore it.

A tiny purple slime monster suddenly zoomed out of a hole low down in one of the walls and zipped around the band making soft squeaking noises. Vivi for her past nearly leapt into the air and quickly backed up against her wall, pressing her rear defensively against the marble as she drew her long sword and pointed it warily at the little thing.

“What are you doing? Have you never seen a slime cleaner before? Gods mother really does know how to pick them huh, what ass end of nowhere did she find you in?”

“Uhm I think that might be a traumatic reaction more than anything,” said Fey as the slime slid over her hooves cleaning up any dirt stuck to them. Fey hesitantly lifted each hoof letting it clean under them too.

“Y-you don’t know- It’s causing- hnnggg!”gritted out Vivi. The tip of the longsword wavedered as it tracked the slime.

“Pull yourself together Vi it’s just a slime monster, are you really going to call yourself an adventurer and a warrior when you’re afraid of a little slime?”

“It’s not- oh fffuck, it’s- godsdammit! Okay fine I’m afraid of the slime, Flora made me not like shiny purple things or something! C-can we just move along!”

The tigerkin girl was already walking away, bored by Vivi’s standoff. Fey paused a moment looking at the defensive vulpine as the others followed. As she watched her rounded belly suddenly moved, a slight bump rolling across its surface as her shorts shifted as though something was moving beneath them,

What the hell was that? Fey blinked, unsure if she had just seen that or had mistaken it for just the vulpine’s shaking, and she was shaking, her knees turned inward slightly her thighs trembling.

“N-not now, p-please, s-stop,” whispered Vivi under her breath so quietly Fey could barely hear. After a moment the vupline’s trembling ceased and she rapidly returned to normal.

“Th-thank you Wummy,” said Vivi as she passed. She gave Fey a terribly guilty look and hurried after Tami and the others.

Fey watched her go. Could it be? No, no that wasn’t possible, they would have noticed that right? Right?

Fey trotted after, wondering if she should push the matter.

As she was pondering, Tami came to halt outside a large door. She pulled the lollipop from her mouth once more and yawned, every iota of her body language suggesting that she was bored just by being in the band’s presence. She was truly the embodiment of an annoying teenager.