Chapter 22

Previously on Centaurus: Desperate for money the band ventured out on a slime hunting job in the sewers. They unfortunately came into contact with an unexpected and powerful giant slime monster but were then saved by Wummy absorbing the slime monster into itself and further evolving.

The iron grate curled with leafy ivy shuddered, a layer of rust flakes shedding from its surface to shower down on the mossy cobble below.

A muffled voice could be heard from behind it, then the grate shuddered again, and then again, making a horrendous shrieking noise as the rusted shut hinges bent and then snapped. The grate fell away from the wall and crashed down on the stone below sending debris spilling across the ground.

“See, I told you I could do it, some stupid grate ain’t gonna stop me from getting out of this shitty ass sewer,” sad Flora floating out into the sunlit alley.

“Erm, I think that might have been city property, I’m not sure they will like that we just, ah, broke it.”

“Fey, behold my field of fucks to give, for it is barren and the crop has failed.”

“Perhaps the events of our time in the sewer could provide you with some metaphorical fertiliser for your metaphorical field Flora. That could have been a lot worse,” said Ellaria as she gingerly stepped free and looked down at her boots with a look of distaste at their mucky covering.

“Nope. I run an all-natural field of fucks. If it doesn’t grow naturally then those fucks deserve to die. I’ve seen those all artificially grown fields, seems stressful, can’t say I care for it.”

“You’d make a good rogue,” said Astrid, unsuccessfully brushing some muck from her blonde fur, “They have a similar attitude to property.”

Ellaria scowled as she found more dirt on her blouse, which was also still damp with the giant slime girl’s juices. “In any case that was a successful job as much of a disaster the last part was. Speaking of.” She narrowed her gaze and turned to find Vivi who was trying to sneak quietly from the dark hole where the grate had been.

Vivi looked extremely pregnant, her tummy fat and taut and round and drooping down as though with octuplets, so much so that the fox girl had to help hold it up with her paws and was clearly struggling with the greatly increased weight.

“Ah, h-hey their captain. Nice and sunny outside huh?”

“Don’t ‘hey there captain’ me, what exactly happened down there?”

“Y-you used its name!” said Vivi, unable to stop a small smile from crossing her face.

Ellaria did not look impressed.

Fey raised her hand hesitantly. “Actually I think Wummy became female after, er, absorbing that giant slime girl and then evolving again.”

The elf gave Fey an annoyed glance. “First a name, now a gender, it’s just slime! A monster!”

“Hey don’t say that out loud, you’ll hurt it- er, her feelings!” said Vivi wrapping her paws around her tummy protectively.

Astrid was touching at her own still slightly distended stomach too, but with a look of wonder. Running her fingers over her abdomen she pressed in. The sound of liquid spraying could be heard and a gush of clear slime-girl fluid came from her still exposed pussy to run down her thighs and splash across the ground creating a puddle. She shivered as the last of it left her, the fluid was too watery and runny to stay in her womb and had been steadily leaking from her as she walked through the sewers leaving a trail of puddles in her wake.

She bit her lip as the last few clear drips fell from her lower lips to pitter patter on the cobble. “I’ve been leaking the entire way here! Gods I’ve never felt so full in my life, so stretched and f-fucked, h-how was that even possible? My belly was out so- I felt that slime girl in my womb!”

“It’s probably the same magic as Fey’s right?” said Lily atop Fey’s back, a white floating orb of cum beside her, her still partly filled sister.

Ellaria tapped her lip. “That makes some amount of sense. The slimes evolve using her emissions, it would seem they inherit some aspect of her as well, more specifically making females more elastic and better able to take her.”

Vivi fondly patted her belly over her popped out belly button. “Wummy is a good girl, see? She’s careful and she cares. Plus she saved us! If Wummy hadn’t been there who knows what that giant slime might have done? Drained you until you turned into really thirsty husks? It could have been bad like you said Ella, you should be grateful to Wummy!”

“HAH! She’s got you there Ell,” said Flora floating past with her hands behind her head looking incredibly smug.

“I’m not praising the wild slime monster smuggled in your pussy Vi.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Look we completed the job, first things first we should get paid. Come on.”

Flora looked down at herself. Her bottom half was still completely bare and naked, in fact all of the band were, the slime monster having shredded their shorts and panties in its eagerness to get at their slits.

Ellaria seemingly completely oblivious to this fact and started walking from the alley and into the main street. The band stared at her wondering when she was going to realise she was half naked.

The elf continued to walk.

“Uh, should we-”

“Shh!”

The crowded traffic of the street faltered as an astonishingly beautiful and ridiculously attractive half naked elf strode confidently out of an alleyway. Eyes bugged out of heads and several people crashed into walls and lamp posts not looking where they were going, one even fell over a stall causing it to collapse and the angry red faced merchant behind it to start bellowing.

Ellaria blinked at the reaction then looked down. “Oh goddamn it.” She about faced and quick walked back into the alley, the tips of her pointed ears a little pink.

“You really weren’t kidding about elves forgetting they’re naked huh?” said Flora with a shit eating grin.

“It- It’s a nature thing. Shut up.”

Ellaria swiftly loosed the string on her Dimensional Bag and began pulling out clothes, easily enough clothes for everyone, even Astrid.

They stepped out of the alleyway, this time with a lot less commotion.

Back at the AG they found the place quiet and subdued, the number of adventurers in it a fraction of what it was, and the remainder being employees who were still dealing with the minor natural disaster that was Fey’s cum. They had harangued a mage into helping from somewhere and the mage, with an aggrieved expression at how he was being put to work, was repeatedly flippy flapping his hands at the pools of cum causing them to move and shift and slowly roll toward a grate in the ground.

Fey had whisper hissed about helping out but Ellaria had immediately overruled that. “How are we going to pay for a Soulomancer if we get banned from the AG Fey? Besides this AG is wealthy as anything and can afford to deal with this, how do you think they got that mage to clean the place, mages don’t clean.”

Fey didn’t have an answer for that so she guiltily let it drop.

Later the band were sat around a table with Astrid. The minotaur had insisted on buying the band several rounds of drinks as an apology for accidentally bringing them into contact with an unexpectedly powerful monster. Ellaria was out of sight, no doubt dealing with payment for the job.

Flora lifted her second tankard of ale and belched. “You’re not all bad, for a minotaur, you know.”

“Thanks, I think?”

“You’re welcome!” said Flora tipping back the tankard and chugging it.

“Say, uh, I know you are in need of money, would it be alright if I ask why?” asked Astrid.

Fey glanced between the others. She was sat on a centaur bench, a complicated piece of furniture that allowed a centaur to sit at a table at an appropriate height. Fey was impressed that the AG had it, less impressed with how awkward it was. She shifted uncomfortably and her rigid throbbing length scraped along the wood causing her to wince.

“I- I guess I can say, it’s not like it’s a secret. I’m uh, slowly growing larger, my uhm, s-sausage was inches shorter just yesterday but uhm something-, and my uh, c-cum, it’s h-hard to manage and it k-keeps increasing if I d-don’t...”

Astrid stared at the centaur. Her eyes darted to where her lower half would be below the table and she swallowed noisily. “L-larger? You’re growing even- even b-bigger? And you can cum even- gods.”

“God, she’s a total sex god,” said Flora banging her empty tankard back down on the table. “And you haven’t lived until she’s fucked you full of cum, it’s life changing, nothing comes close, you cannot even imagine how it feels to be to be that satisfied and content and stretched and to orgasm so hard you think you’re gonna die. It’s fucking incredible, no male will ever come close. Ever.”

A little drool fell from Astrid’s lip as she listened, her eyes dancing between Flora and Fey.

“Th-that good?”

“Flora stop encouraging her! I’m not going to be her husband okay!”

“W-well, maybe out of w-wedlock isn’t that b-

Astrid was cut off however by a crash as a half dozen heavy rounded bags were dumped on the table, the crisp clinking of metal coins filling the air.

Ellaria raised an eyebrow at her bandmates. “Told you it paid well. The jobs no one wants often do.”

Vivi grabbed for a bag and peered inside, her eyes round. “All this for some slimes?!”

Lily and Kayla who were too small for the chairs were sat crosslegged on the table. Seeing the bags they scrambled forward, or at least Lily appeared to, Kayla was still just a moving sphere of white. They tugged open bag after bag exclaiming in delight as they ran their hands through the contents.

“Well they might have bumped it up a tad when I explained the giant slime we found, but nevertheless this is a good if small step forward.”

Flora was nonchalantly floating coins around her head but paused hearing that. “Small? What do you mean small?”

“Ah. I was able to make some inquiries on the price of the services of an arch-soulomancer.”

“Well?”

Ellaria’s voice went uncharacteristically low. “It’s ... a lot.”

“Oh gods Ella, I can’t be this much of a burden!”

“No, you’re never a burden Fey. It’s fine, it will just take a little more time to save than I expected. I will be looking into lecturing at an adventurers school as soon as possible, I’m sure I can help things along by a lot with payment from that.”

Astrid hesitantly raised a hand.

“It might be a bit sudden but would you want to do a joint-band job?”

All of Magic Mog turned to look at her causing her to hesitate.

“A joint-band job? What are you suggesting?”

“W-well that’s actually why my band is here at the AG, we’ve been looking for a strong band to do a particularly difficult job with. It won’t be easy, and the risk is high, but it pays extremely well.”

“You would do that for us?” said Fey, delighted.

Astrid scratched at a horn. “Well, you know, you are a strong band, I saw what you could do, middle or upper silver if I had to guess.”

Ellaria, despite herself, couldn’t help but look pleased by that statement.

“Plus having a healer is a big deal, really big, it saves a small fortune on potions and adventurer healers aren’t exactly common.”

“True enough, and if it’s helping us find jobs too then all the better.”

“Wait, why are you concerned about healing?” said Lily.

“Mmmmm, well that would be the risk part.”

“Sounds like she’s gonna get us killed if you ask me,” said Flora spinning her empty tankard in the air on the tip of one finger.

“No! It’s an honest job!”

“No one doing an honest job needs to call it honest.”

Ellaria rolled her eyes. “That’s enough Flora, I’m sure it’s fine. However, I would still want to hear the details before we agree to anything. If you would?”

Astrid nodded. “For a few weeks a number of villages up in the hills have been repeatedly attacked, villagers dragged off into the night never to be seen again, the situation is ... not good. They can’t defend themselves or stop what’s being done to them, they are essentaily helpless.”

“Villages?” said Vivi tapping a claw on the table. She was sat with her legs spread, her rounded stomach bulging over the tabletop. Since the band had come to be aware of Wummy the slime seemed a lot more comfortable around them and the surface of her belly was shifting and moving with the slime’s tentacles, more, a tentacle was visible sticking up beside the vulpine, its tip wrapped around the handle of a tankard. Vivi lazily leaned her head to the side and opened her mouth and the tentacle lifted the tankard to her lips where she sipped at it. “Villages don’t usually pay ‘extremely well’, I know from long experience before I joined Magic Mog”.

“Er, yes that’s the thing, this isn’t a job from the villages, or even the AG.”

“Then who is it from? A generous noble? Intercity caravaneers?”

“Mmm, perhaps it would be better to hear it from my band The Hammer Horns, or more specifically my captain, Braddox, since they’ve just arrived,” said Astrid as a group of minotaurs stomped through the main doors.

“Astrid? Where have you been? We’ve been looking for you you know.” came a deep bass voice like rich planed oak.

Fey glanced at Vivi but the tentacle had already disappeared from sight. She turned her head to find an extremely large and muscular minotaur, the minotaur who had originally first spoken to them after Wummy had flung Vivi’s wetness over them.

“Hey captain, I got caught in the confusion earlier and ended up getting involved in a small job with this band, nothing, uh, too crazy, but I think I have something here, something we’ve been looking for.”

Braddox looked over the members of Magic Mog, a measuring look in his eye. His brow rose when he caught sight of Vivi’s heavily pregnant looking belly and Flora’s lesser pregnancy.

“You did a job with two pregnant girls?”

“Er, yes it’s not quite how it seems. I think they may be the ones.”

“But they’re pregnant!” said a skinnier black furred minotaur to his side wearing highly polished silver armour.

“S-sorta? It didn’t matter, I saw them fight, I would be willing to bet if the last three teams we teamed up with were to fight Magic Mog here Magic Mog would win, and not by a small margin.”

Braddox grumbled thoughtfully and ran his thick fingers along his jaw.

“I would like to hear what it is exactly this job entails, there is no guarantee that we choose to work with you on this,” interjected Ellaria.

Braddox paused and looked her way. “It’s ... a problematic and rare type of monster.”

Ellaria folded her arms. “How problematic?”

“Hmm ... How to explain ... Well, let me tell you something of where these monsters came from first. They originally started to appear about four hundred years ago. At first no one knew where they had come from, it was only later that there was a huge scandal amongst the dragon nobility, such a scandal that they couldn’t keep a lid on it and the secret leaked.”

“D-dragons?” said Fey, images of the Bine’s dragoness, Lady Alexandria, suddenly coming to mind.

“Yes. One dragon, a particularly ... randy ... red dragon, decided to have an orgy, an orgy with dozens of female Kobolds. They did the deed and by some billion to one fluke of nature those Kobolds became pregnant unbeknownst to anyone.”

“Ah,” said Ellaria, “I believe I have read about the monsters you are referring too.”

“But interspecies breeding is supposed to be impossible!”

“Yes, normally it would be, but what dragons are extremely unwilling to admit is that dragons and kobolds are distantly related which is what allowed this to happen.”

“Okay, so ages ago some horny dragon fucked a dozen kobolds full of kids, what’s it to us?”

“What the kobolds then gave birth to. A new species of monster. They call it a Kobogon after its accidental creators.”

“I’m not sure I’m liking where this is going. What are these ... Kobogons like?”

“Imagine a dragon in humanoid form but much smaller, around human sized, and lithe, skinny, slender, a pair of very small wings sticking from their backs which despite being small still allows them to fly, they are also incredibly spiteful creatures, as a rule.”

“And?”

“And they are all every one of them able to use magic.”

“Yup, there’s the catch,” said Flora, starting her third ale.

“Interesting. No wonder it pays well. The commissioner?” said Ellaria.

Braddox nodded. “Pays extremely well, and the reason it does so is because the commissioner is the lady of the city, Lady Alexandria.”

Fey who had been lifting her beer to sip at it choked and spluttered hearing that and had to take a moment to recover herself. She really did not want anything to do with that dragoness, she preferred not being forcibly drafted into the military if she could possibly help it thank you very much.

“It’s because they feel guilty for one of their number creating them, the dragons are all secretly perverts, sinners,” said the silver armoured minotaur, a slightly fervent look in his eye.

Braddox gestured dismissively. “Possibly feel guilty, those dragons who were alive back then are still alive now. In any case, they created dragon law that banned them from breeding with Kobolds and now they frequently commission extermination jobs for whenever Kobogons are found.”

“I see,” said Ellaria. “I suppose I can see the potential in this job, albeit dangerous potential.”

“It will be a hard nut to crack I have no doubt, but perhaps together...”

The silver plated minotaur scowled at his captain. “You can’t be seriously considering working with two pregnant girls?”

“Astrid is an excellent judge of strength, partly due to her Skills.”

“But they’re pregnant!”

“Oh shut up Avery! Let them join, no really let them join ... Especially the centaur.”

Two female minotaurs pushed to the front, one beige furred and with a slight black eye, the other with brown fur and gold hoop earrings. It was the two along with Astrid that had originally helped cause the cumsplosion in the AG.

The one with the black eye gave Astrid a dirty look but quickly damped it down in favour of ensuring the two teams worked together.

“We want a competent team to work with on a risky job, now we apparently have one, so pipe down yeah?”

Braddox side eyed the two suspiciously enthusiastic girls. “ ... Yes. Well, what do you say?”

Ellaria tapped her fingers on the table in thought, a few sparks sputtering to life each time a finger landed.

“We don’t exactly have a whole lotta choices captain,” said Flora.

“True. I do know of these monsters and I like to believe we are capable. We can do this.”

“I’m okay with the job, but c-can we go do the job ... now?” said Fey.

Ellaria blinked at her. “Like right now?”

“Yes.”

“Well you certainly bring the enthusiasm, we were planning on moving out the day after tomorrow,” said the Hammer Horns captain.

Fey turned to Braddox, “I’m a healer, I just won’t be able to sleep knowing there are innocent people being taken and likely killed up in those villages, It’s just wrong that we’d be waiting needlessly on doing something about that, I’m sorry but that’s just how I feel.”

“Okay I like this one,” said Avery, “Paladins and healers have much in common in that regard, we are for the people, we fight to save those who are in need.”

“A healer? Well I see why you might have caught Astrid’s interest.”

“Something like that,” said Astrid while coughing into her fist and avoiding Braddox’s eyes.

“I’d be fine with moving up the schedule, I wasn’t sure how long it would take to find a band willing to join our cause.”

“I’m fine with that too, we were prepared for a job from this morning and that is still very much the case, although we will be skipping out on our arranged accommodations.”

“I’m not sure they will mind very much, after what, uhm, happened.”

“Still it is the polite thing to send a note. I’ll leave that with you three while I go and deal with the contractual details with Braddox here.”

The two captains went off to deal with the AGs clerks, and no doubt talk shop about captainy things Fey thought. She realised after a moment that she had no paper or pen to write with and turned to Vivi to ask to borrow some. To her distress it was already far far too late, the vulpine had several sheets of paper out and was furiously scribbling on them, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.

“Vivi no! You- what are you drawing?! What are you drawing!”

Flora floated above Vivi’s shoulder and peered down.

“Wow, you really do go into the most graphic detail on the private parts Vi.”

Fey put her hands on her head.

“We need to make sure they want us there right? So that we can stay for free if we come back,” said Vivi, still scribbling, “Well I don’t think that is likely to happen with the father, but if we can get both Rina and Tami on our side then it will be two to one.”

“So you’re drawing what Fey might do to them? Wait, is that a nurse’s uniform on that lamia?”

“ ... yes. It’s like flirting, but with drawings, or something.”

Astrid leaned over to see and abruptly flushed bright pink and nearly fell out of her chair.

“F-Fey can d-do that-? with her? Oh my gods.” She swallowed and put a hand over her mouth, unable to drag her eyes away from the drawings Vivi was quickly churning out.

It didn’t take long for the other two female minotaurs to lose to their curiosity and they casually sauntered around the table until they were peering over Vivi’s shoulder. Their hands immediately clamped down on the back of her chair and they fully leaned in, crowding over her, their eyes very round.

“S-say, would I be able to get a copy of these by any chance?”

“M-me too!!”

Vivi glanced up at the minotaur leaning over her, practically drooling as she took in the drawings and snatching little glances over at the very uncomfortable and awkward Fey.

“Maybe on the way out.”

The remaining three male minotaurs seemed too aloof to investigate what it was that had attracted the female minotaurs attention, that is apart from Averys who was giving them a continual death stare.

It wasn’t long before Vivi had finished, including making several copies which the three female minotaurs guiltily hid about their persons, quickly stuffing the paper away and pretending they had nothing to do with anything that may or may not have transpired with some rumoured drawings or other.

Flora caught the attention of a message runner, her idea of catching attention meant that the runner was suddenly catapulted into the air mid run with a scream, floated over to their table, and then plopped down in front of the band. Vivi shoved two envelopes into his hands along with some coins and told him to go find Tami and Rina. The messenger seemed all too happy to get away from Flora.

Then the captains returned and the bands found themselves moving out. The minotaurs collected several rucksacks which Ellaria offered to put in her dimensional bag to the minotaur’s delight. It was rare that adventurers could skip out on lugging around heavy camping gear.

They were slowed however by Averys having a minor religious meltdown when Fey stood up and revealed her throbbing three foot horse dick for all to see. Fey was impressed with just how bloodshot with outrage the minotaur’s eyes had become. It took ten minutes of arguing for things to be sorted out, the minotaurs were eventually convinced that Fey had a medical condition and that it wasn’t her fault which forced Averys to accept that this was happening on moral grounds.

“Are you going to discriminate against a victim? Come on, grow up, it’s only a little dick,” said Flora as Averys spluttered.

“Rather a lot of dick actually,” muttered Astrid.

They made their way to the edge of the city and were working their way through the guards when the messenger returned with two envelopes. Vivi blinked as she took them in paw.

“That was fast, I guess they really had something urgent to say after receiving my drawings.”

She flicked open the first envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. It was darkened with splotches of wet and some kind of fluid dripped from it. On it was simply written: ‘Make me bigger Fey and you can stay anytime.” And below it a heart had been scrawled with a tiger’s tail at its bottom.

“Erhm,” said Fey looking down at the paper, “At-atleast it isn’t t-too graphic ... What is this wetness?”

Vivi flipped open the other note and a small rivulet of clear fluids poured from the envelope to puddle on the ground, the paper had apparently been well waterproofed, a wise precaution as it seemed the lamia had enjoyed Vivi’s drawings rather a lot. The fox girl pulled out the note between index and thumb.

“It’s, uh, some kind of story, with a healer and her nurse. I’m not sure about her writing ability though, It’s hmm, very bad, although I see the ... enthusiasm? I think this might be a yes?”

Flora levitated the paper out of Vivi’s paws.

“Thy healer’s voluptuous testicles hung between her monolithic cubic thighs, near purpled and blacked with their need to masculinely dig up and plant thy seed in thee innocent nurse’s fertile field with the fruits of a bountiful spring harvest, pumpkins and wheat, the seeds of her- oh my god this is the worst thing I have ever read.”

“P-please stop Flora! That’s private!”

The gnome’s gaze ran down the page, reading silently, her face paling until with shaking hands the paper fell from her grip and floated away in the breeze. Lily caught it out of the air.

“I didn’t think writing could make me feel this way,” said Flora floating away in a dazed state.

“Rina’s husband is going to hate me after all this,” groaned Fey.

“Possibly. Although lamia’s kind of have a reputation for uh, you know, so he might have known what he was getting into,” said Vivi.

“You think?”

The vulpine shrugged.

Lily held the paper close, her eyes scanning intently, her expression progressing through a mix of alarm and then horror. At last, she looked up, her eyes distant, glazed.

“I regret learning to read.”

The paper slipped from her hands and Lily stared off into the distance, wondering what the meaning of life really was.

Soon they were beyond the massive city gates and heading out deep into the hills surrounding the city, the two bands slowly familiarizing themselves as they walked, including Kayla who had finally been noticed, or rather, the small sphere of white that floated where Kayla was. The minotaurs had assumed it was some kind of magical device belonging to Lily at first so were understandably shocked when the orb began to speak.

They put down camp for the night in the woods, the minotaurs quickly throwing together a fire. They efficiently began cooking, skewering vegetables, throwing down pots and pans, simmering and frying. Magic Mog looked on in amazement as the minotaurs worked together like a smoothly oiled machine.

Flora stared then became concerned, then worried. “This is all really impressive guys, but ... where’s the meat?”

“Meat?”

“Oh no don’t say it, don’t you dare!”

“Minotaurs don’t eat meat girl, only vegetables like the gods intended.”

Flora let out a long groan and flopped on her back, her massively swollen and expansive breasts rolling wildly across her chest, her blouse becoming freshly wetted with milk at the motion.

“Uhm, I don’t mind, I quite like when there’s no meat actually,” said Fey, raising her hand hesitantly.

Flora glared at her with one eyelid cracked. “Well you would, you’re part horse, you’d probably start eating the damned grass on the side of the road given half a chance.”

“I- I would not! I would never! That only happened one time okay! I- I didn’t know- s-stop harassing meeee!”

The flustered centaur shuffled where she sat. She was lying with her horse part on the ground, turned to the side so her under barrel was facing the fire, the heat pleasantly warming her erect length. This was incredibly distracting for the three female minotaurs who were having difficulty focusing on anything that wasn’t Fey.

Still, despite the distractions, It didn’t take long for the food to be set to cook and the bands were left waiting, chatting in comfortable warmth the fire created.

A pair of legs appeared beside Fey and she turned and looked up to see a beige furred minotaur looking down from above her impressive bust. It was one of the three female minotaurs, the one with a still slightly puffy eye from where Astrid had punched her when they had fought over Fey. She, like the others, wore a blouse and corset, a choker around her neck with a large blue sapphire set in the middle.

“H-Hi, Baerinda, do you want something?”

The minotaur ran her eyes all over Fey’s body, pausing to take in her throbbing length resting against the ground by her barrel. She bit her lip.