Chapter 52

Being trapped under cum belly, while alarming at first, was actually kind of relaxing. It was very quiet as all outside sound was muffled and Fey’s sleepy breathing was loud in her ears, standing out in the silence.

Quiet, apart from the occasional gently muffled feminine moan, faintly heard from gods knew where in the filled up room.

The other nice thing about it was how warm and soft it was, like being covered in a very heavy pinning blanket. Fey was happy to admit that she had slept like a foal underneath it, dreaming pleasant dreams about having a girl on her cock every moment of the day, so her length never had to be naked and outside of pussy.

It was a nice thought, and she could have dreamt of it forever, but all good things had to come to an end eventually.

The sounds of wood being shifted faintly echoed through Eiko’s cumbelly and Fey stirred from her dozing, her cock twitching beneath the belly that was pressing it down.

She listened carefully, hearing louder sounds, alarming sounds, sounds that sounded like someone tearing down an entire wall.

And then, after a moment, a rush of air came as Ren who was to her side was dragged free, cool air spilling against the small part of Fey’s body visible beneath Eiko. Then a moment later an invisible force gripped Eiko and started to drag her too, pulling and tugging her free from the room, her belly being dragged from atop Fey.

Soon daylight was pouring over Fey and she blinked as she looked around. The exterior wall of the room had been entirely removed and a pink haired gnome girl was floating in mid air, directing the enormous belly of Eiko and lying her down on the grass outside next to her sister.

Fey stumbled to her feet, a lazy hormonal mist stirring with turbulence as her head moved through it, the air as warm as a sauna, although that was quickly changing as the fresh air from outside replaced it.

“Th-thanks Flora, I couldn’t have gotten out without you.” she held up her hands showing the gold braces still around her wrists. “Too heavy to move them even a tiny bit with these things on me.”

Flora rubbed the underside of her nose with her index. “Yeah I figured. I saw the way they were looking at you at dinner. They could have waited though, you fuck everyone in the morning session!” Flora grinned happily and started drifting toward Fey’s cock, which twitched happily in response, a familiar girl and horse cock couple eager to be with each other once more.

“Not today Flora. We’re busy. You can manage to go a few hours without being stuffed with absurd amounts of cock.” came a commanding voice.

“What!?” cried Flora turning sharply on her captain, “But I need my morning breeding! I’ll get all needy if I don’t!”

Ellaria scoffed and rolled her eyes, “When are you ever not needy? If you are that bothered then go masturbate to the pictures you captured on that silly magic rectangle of yours, it’s not like you aren’t doing that with every spare moment.”

“It’s not the same!” groaned the gnome. “How can it ever be the same as having a great big horse c-”

“Forget it. We have things to do today. Not the least of which is finding an elven blacksmith to get those manacles removed.”

Flora suddenly perked up, “Hey but she can still fuck me while we’re walking around right? Right?!”

Ellaria raised an irritable finger, lips set in a line, but seeing the hopeful light filled expression on the pink haired gnome’s face she deflated somewhat.

“Fine, you can ride her cock a little bit.”

Flora fist pumped the air.

“But! You’re not allowed to make her cum, in fact, Flora, would you kindly avoid pushing Fey over the edge into ejaculation when she’s inside of you. There. You can now ride her without turning into a street blocking cum reservoir.”

“But that’s the best bit!” whined Flora.

Glowing sparks started to coalesce around an increasingly irritated Ellaria and the gnome hurriedly ducked down, fleeing beneath Fey’s barrel to hide, peeking up between her legs.

Fey massaged her wrists. As much as the manacles were magic, they weren’t exactly designed to be ergonomic, and they were starting to chafe a little.

“Are you even sure a blacksmith can remove these, Ella?”

“We can’t know without trying. They are from the old empire, so an elven blacksmith should be able to handle them ... That they are from the empire is also why it’s best we avoid too much attention while we see to that. Speaking of which.

She turned to find Lily whose enormous breasts were being lazily pumped for milk, Wummy sending the milk into a set of huge barrels taken from the caravans.

“Wummy, you aren’t allowed to be outside in the city, if people see you it could be bad. This is an order from your captain.”

Ellaria glanced at the three cum balloon Inari sisters to make sure they hadn’t noticed Wummy, but they were still very much unconscious, their massive gapes slowly oozing gooey white down their taut purple bellies.

“Squee?” came the reply.

“Quickly finish up with Lily and get back inside Vivi before anyone sees you.”

“Squee.” said Wummy, a tentacle saluting her captain’s command.

Of course quickly in Wummy terms meant powerfully, and a scream ripped from Lily’s mouth as the tentacles on her nipples suddenly tripled in size and began hauling milk from her gigantic nipples, her hands clutching at her breasts as she squirted in response to the stimulation on her sensitive nips, a long arc of clear fluid spraying up in the air from between her thighs.

The otterkin was left whimpering as her breasts were forcibly drained down to eight feet across, her nipples painfully red and sensitive as the tentacle milking nozzles were removed.

Fey trotted by to see the tentacles draw back in through a sliding door to the room beyond. There a snoring Vivi lay, her legs spread, the tentacles slipping back up into her pussy to join the true mass within her womb.

As the last tentacle tip returned inside it flicked the fox girl’s clit in passing and Vivi jerked awake with a start.

“Wh- whassa?” she mumble-slurred.

“We’re leaving for the city. Prepare yourselves, all of you.” said Ellaria, striding past the sleepy yawning fox girl.

And they did, the band quickly gathered near the entrance, pulling on their adventurer’s gear at the red door, Vivi hopping on one foot as she stepped into a pair of short shorts and wiggled them up her hips and under her slime girl pregnancy. Lily’s breasts were ensconced in a blouse sized to perfectly fit them thanks to the clothing tree, skin tight white cotton covering her vastness entirely.

Fey gasped as incredible soft slippery warmth brushed against her cock tip and then spread around it easily and comfortably. Even without seeing her Fey knew it was Flora. She had so frequently fucked her over the last few days that she was familiar with every square millimetre of her pussy, every unique nerve cluster, where she could press against to elicit the most screams, what parts made her squirt the hardest, the ring of her cervix and then the heat of her sacred core.

She recalled her dream of wearing a girl every minute of the day and wiggled her hips a little. Okay, she could get into this perhaps. Wearing Flora as they went about town wasn’t so bad.

Below, Flora got herself comfortable, squeezing herself down to the base and between the top side of Fey’s dick and her horse stomach, her short skirt hiding her stretched wide pussy from view. She plucked the magic rectangle from her cleavage and carefully aligned it, taking an image of Fey’s cock sheathed in her belly reaching out beyond her head. She hummed, making a pleased sound as she inspected the result. Yes, this would make for most excellent private time material.

The ground started to move below her as Fey and the band moved off, stepping into the street where the convoy of caravans had been parked dividing the street in two. An army of teddybears worked behind them to stop a swarm of rabid Feytaurs from following after them, teddy bear arms linked and forming a wall against the horde.

In retrospect, the neighbours might not have been very appreciative about having the entire street turned into a parking lot. Which was confirmed as a group of tall figures who were gathered down the end of the street spotted them and started storming toward them, arms gesturing in outrage. Each of the figures was taller than a human and wore white owl masks along with black and white cloaks embroidered with curling foliage.

One of the other cardinal clans Fey supposed.

“Ah, this might be a problem. Perhaps a little flame is in order.” said Ellaria, a few sparks flicking from her fingertips, perhaps a tad too eagerly.

A rosy cheeked Lily waved for her attention from behind her oversized breasts carried by many teddy bears. “Uhm, we could just run away captain, my bears can distract them!”

Ellaria paused, “ ... that works too.”

Lily flicked a hand, and a group of bears slipped from the doors behind. The bears began marching down the street in a line toward the owl masked group.

At first, it seemed as though the owl maskers would ignore the bears, simply stepping over them ... and they tried too, but that only provided the teddybears the perfect opportunity to duck under their robes and start climbing up their legs, using sticks held in paw to start jabbing at any soft sensitive parts. The group of angry owl maskers went from angry and determined to panicked squawking, jumping and madly dancing as they tried to shake off the determined and furiously prodding teddy bears.

Magic mog was given plenty of time to slink away, leaving the increasingly distressed clan behind as well as the feytaurs firmly shut behind the compound gates.

The band made their way into the city, this time without two dozen caravans attracting the attention of everyone and their dog ... Although the sight of Lily’s breasts still attracted a lot of stares, the white cotton cloth wrapped tight around them, swooping arcs of cloth hanging between her nipples which tented out the fabric.

That said, the band didn’t attract as much attention as they expected, perhaps because the city was filled with so many unusual sights, great dragons flying overhead, strange species, and exotic clothing.

Ellaria led the way, stalking through vast boulevards and squares until they emerged into some kind of shopping district, the streets lined with market stalls and shops, rotund silk clad merchants bellowing for attention.

Everywhere, the colours and textures of smell. The spice and mouth watering odour of streetside barbeque, the freshness of new-baked bread and sweet pastry from bakeries, spiced pear and cranberry pie, pastry horns stuffed with snow cream, all competing with the fragrance of the many flower-sellers and the ashen scent of tobacconists.

Then, as they neared the edge, a scent with a metallic tang filled the air, as well as a faint wood-smoke haze.

Tinktinktink. Ellaria rounded a deserted corner to see an elf with a small silver hammer leaning over an anvil, hammering what looked like a solid gold leaf that spat pink sparks with each strike.

Ellaria waived for his attention and he looked up, pulling away a pair of metal-worked goggles from his eyes.

“Yes?” he paused, “House starry oak?”

Ellaria scratched her cheek looking a bit uncomfortable. “Ah. My family has some renown in the eternal forest. But I didn’t expect to be recognised.”

“Hmm yes and no, no renown needed, just a fine memory. I recall seeing you as a teenager at a number of woods meets and the like with starry oak although we never spoke. My grandfather stormed the walls of this city with your great grandfather you know, died together in battle, crushed to death under dragon claw, warriors of the old empire both, good folk.”

“ ... Er, right, that.”

“Well what can a humble metalsmith like myself do for a fellow elf hmm?” said the elf with a warm smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Removal of a pair of manacles, enchanted manacles from the old empire.”

The elf smith tilted his head seeing that Ellaria wore no manacles. His gaze drifted over to Lily and his eyebrows raised on seeing her bust and then to Fey who lifted her hands showing the gold manacles circling her wrists. He didn’t seem to quite register the thing hanging below her barrel, although that might have been because it was sleeved inside Flora and wasn’t immediately recognizable for what it was.

He scratched his head as he stepped forward to look up at Fey. “You’re a big one, even for a centaur,” he said as Fey brought her manacled wrists near for him to inspect. He gripped one and turned it over, eyeballing the workmanship and the elvish scripture engraved into the gold.

“Hmm, curious.”

“Can you take them off?”

“Unfortunately no, this is beyond my ability. Perhaps you should speak to the person who made them?”

Ellaria blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I recognise the craftsmanship, it’s the work of your sister, a fellow metalworker, a skilled one. These aren’t from the empire but made long after, only a few decades back if I had to guess.”

Ellaria stiffened. “Are you accusing my sister of having recreated those abhorrent manacles?”

The smith gave her a silent look, expression unmoving. “Yes. That is why I suggest you speak with her. To do such a thing ... is problematic. If certain more vindictive species were to find out then that could bring a lot of damage to elven kind, some hold onto centuries old generational grudges like a lifelong lover and will pounce on the excuse to exact harm. I won’t tell others of this, it’s best this is dealt with behind closed doors. I urge you to seek out your sister and prevent her from doing whatever it is she is doing, because whatever it is, It isn’t good.”

A mixed expression fell over Ellaria’s face and a kind of wariness that Fey hadn’t seen from her captain before.

Fey was about to respond when a click and a flash of light came from beneath her barrel and the elven smith reeled back in surprise.

Flora looked over the image of the startled smith on her magic rectangle and nodded her head. Yes she was a good imager.

“F-Flora! what the heck are you doing?!” yelped Fey trying to lean down to her side to see Flora.

“What? I was bored so I captured part of his soul in the magic rectangle.”

“Captu- It does what?!?” whinnied Fey, real fear entering her voice, “H-how many times have you taken images of me?!”

“Oh don’t worry, like ninety nine percent of the images are of your dick so if anything it’s only your dick that has no soul left. You probably have what counts as an undead zombie penis at this point. A Zenis if you will.”

“But I don’t want a Zenis!” wailed Fey.

“Flora...” ground out Ellaria, her lips set in a line.

The smith beside her blinked rapidly and touched his eyes.

“ ... What was that?”

“Nothing, just my idiot subordinate messing around.”

Another click and a flash came and Ellaria glared flaming daggers down at the gnome who was happily humming as she flicked through the images in the magic rectangle.

“That’s it. Flora, would you kindly get the hell of Fey’s dick.”

“Nuuuu!” wailed the gnome as she slid forward, her pussy desperately trying to keep Fey inside but failing as she forcibly hauled herself off revealing feet of cock slick and glossy wet with her juices.

With a soft pop her cunt slipped around the head and was left open to the air, the cavern of her pussy easing back slightly from her stretching.

The smith’s hammer fell from his hand as he seemed to realise what it was he was looking at, the massive cock and the tiny gnome who had just been speared on it.

... Which only caused Ellaria to look even more embarrassed. She grabbed hold of Fey’s hand and quickly led her away down the street, leaving the stunned metalsmith staring after them.

The others followed in her wake.

“What does it mean Ella? Your sister made these manacles?” whispered Fey once they were away.

“I ... don’t know. it doesn’t make any sense, she would never...” Ellaria blew out a calming breath as she slowed to a halt and faced Fey. “My sister may or may not have made them, but unfortunately she is very far from here which doesn’t really help us recover your strength. I can only hope that there is another more skilled metalsmith in the city who can break them.”

“But your sister ... he said what she did was forbidden.”

Ellaria nibbled her lip. “Yes. But don’t worry I will be sending a very stern and strongly worded letter to my sister, that will set her right I’m certain.”

Fey wasn’t sure that a letter was really going to solve this particular problem but she was distracted by seeing Flora sitting down behind Ellaria.

She blinked as she looked past the elf to see the gnome lying back on a chair, her blouse unbuttoned beneath her chest and a man between her legs with what looked like a glowing pen, awkwardly trying to avoid looking at her wide open gape visible below her too short skirt. The gnome hummed as she tapped on her magic rectangle, barely paying attention to the man working on her midriff.

“Uhm, Flora, what are you doing?”

Ellaria followed Fey’s gaze and frowned as she found the gnome.

“Hmm? Oh just getting a tat.”

The two looked down to see the first of a few pink glowing lines being drawn onto her skin above her mons.

“H-how much did that cost, it’s just we’re a little low on funds...” murmured Fey.

“What funds? There’s only scraps left, it was barely enough to pay for this, gosh.”

Ellaria twitched. “That was supposed to go toward freeing Fey from the manacles! How are we going to afford-

BOOM.

The ground suddenly shook as if it had been struck, windows rattling violently as drinks sloshed from cups on nearby cafe tables, fruits on a nearby stall falling to the ground and rolling across the cobble. Lily’s breasts rippled alarmingly from end to end. Metal barbeque grills rattled as their frames shook and the meat hissed and spat on top as it was disturbed, releasing a fresh billow of delicious smelling smoke that spilled across the street.

“Wh-what was that?” said Fey looking around in surprise, expecting there to be cries and screams of alarm.

Instead, everyone walking the streets hadn’t seemed to notice the shaking in the slightest, and were carrying on as normal, merchants casually strolling over to pick up the fruit, brushing dust from their surface with their sleeves.

BOOM.

The ground shook once more, a tile falling from a nearby roof to shatter on the paving below.

“What’s happening?!”

Even Flora looked surprised, the rectangle drooping in her hand as she looked around, and then recalling the tattooist glancing down.

BOOM.

If the tattooist cared about what was happening he didn’t show it in the slightest, drawing through the shaking with zero issue, hand effortlessly steady and experienced.

BOOM.

Ellaria glanced between her bandmates.

“Ah, didn’t you see it when we were overlooking the city?”

“S-see what?”

“The mountain snow? The glaciers?”

BOOM.

Fey looked up suddenly as something enormous and white passed by overhead, the tip of an absolutely vast ... tail.

B-BOOM.

Her gaze moved down to the palace just seen over the rooftops, the top of the great rock outcropping and the luxurious palace on top.

Something was sitting down, something was leaning back against the slope of that vast rock outcropping, leaning against its cut flat surface, an enormous white something.

BOOM.

Came the sound as the mind shatteringly large dragoness eased back against the stone, a dozen tiles falling from a nearby house.

Distantly a tower on the palace collapsed.

“Yes, that wasn’t all snow and glaciers on the mountain tops, that was Queen EXCALIVANIA sunbathing.”

Fey took an unthinking step back. She needed to FLEE. She needed to run from this city and never ever come back, that wasn’t a dragoness, that was a GOD.

The dragoness appeared to be getting comfortable, and the sound of howling wind suddenly started to near, a few of the merchants held their products down as the awnings over their stalls flapped in the disturbed air.

And then a leg was swung over top the street, a leg that blocked out the sun. Fey stared up at it, mouth hanging open, just the foot alone dwarfed a six storey building and her shin was wider than the street was wide.

Her view was of nothing but clean pure white perfect scales overhead, and then the leg was passing, coming down elsewhere in the city with another boom.

In the distance the dragoness put her hands behind her head and sighed, wiggling against the rock outcropping that was simply the back of her sun lounge. The sloped plane cut in the great rock outcropping was made for her! The entire thing was just her seat!

“Gjhfjgej,” babbled Fey, on the verge of having a panic attack.

A hand came to rest comfortingly on her midriff and she looked down to see Ellaria looking up at her.

“It’s okay, Fey, you’ve nothing to fear.”

Fey opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. Queen Excalavania made Lady Alexandria look tiny, in her— wait, Fey suddenly blinked, realising something utterly mind bendingly horrifying.

This Queen, she wasn’t even in her dragon form!

“Sh-she’s bipedal Ellaa! What the fucckkKk! How big- How does- How big is this dragoness!!?!?!”

The tattooist had finished up with Flora’s tattoo as Fey justifiably freaked the fuck out at the sight of the godlike and utterly terrifying dragon queen. He turned to her.

“New here eh? Don’t worry, our Queeny won’t squish you or anything, part of her magic is that she has one hundred percent perfect awareness of her body and those around it, she’s never stepped on anyone ever. Although it certainly makes it more convenient for her to lie down throughout the city when there’s space, which is why we have the extra-wide boulevards and the squares and such if you hadn’t figured it out yet.”

“B-But her form!”

“Hmm? Oh yes, that’s not her true form.”

“H-how big is that,” croaked Fey, fearing he would answer.

The tattooist shrugged. “Dunno, she hasn’t taken it in centuries and then she was a fraction of her current size. If she did take it now it would probably squish the city at the very least.”

Fey swallowed noisily. What a terrifying thought, the only thing preventing the entire city from being flattened was Queen Excalivania holding back from releasing herself.

Her gaze turned back to the dragoness whose head was just visible over the rooftops, a head the size of a castle. Many pointed white and gold scaled horns curled elegantly around her head like a naturally ornate crown. She yawned, her great muzzle opening wide, revealing snow-white teeth and a pink mouth. The air displacement of her yawn caused every window in the street to rattle and every door that wasn’t locked to spring open.

Then she closed her eyes and seemingly took a nap.

Fey shivered.

“I promise we won’t be going in the vicinity of the Queen Fey, she, well, she doesn’t really count as a normal dragon, other dragons don’t grow to this size, that’s just her. The most you’ll see of her is her distantly sleeping over the rooftops. The dragon soulomancer we seek won’t be anywhere near to her I promise.”

Fey nodded unsteadily, feeling light-headed as she stared up at the sleeping vastness just seen over the rooftops. Were they standing between the dragoness’s legs in this part of the city?! The thought was terrifying.

A click and a flash came from beside her, and she looked down to see Flora cooing over her new Womb tattoo, a design with a heart at the centre and two horse cocks crossed below all worked into the swooshy lines of the design. The tattoo glowed bright pink, spilling a little light.

“It’s awesome isn’t it? With this everyone will know my pussy is for horse cock only.”

“Y-yes?” croaked Fey, feeling like her brain was breaking in two from dragoness trauma.

Flora held up the magic rectangle to show the image of the tattoo she had taken on it. The tattooist looked at it in surprise ... and then he collapsed.

An equally surprised Flora looked down at the man slumped against the chair she was in.

“Oih, shit head, what are you doing?”

She scowled and waved away some of the smoke from the nearby street grills as she got no response ... Then she yawned. “Goddam, you know sympathetic yawning? When that oversized lizard queeny yawns there must be ten thousand people yawning right after her.”

Fey wasn’t sure what she meant but she rubbed her eyes ... It was true that she was feeling a bit sleepy.

Then she blinked as she noticed that the street grill’s smoke was everywhere and that rather a lot of the passers-by were starting to sink down to the ground or slump against the tables they sat at.

Turning, she was alarmed to find Ellaria passed out over an ornamental bush, along with Vivi who was drunkenly hanging onto her leg as she lay on the ground, a drunken tentacle emerging from her pussy and wobbling around. As Fey watched the tentacle seemed to give up and flopped to the ground and went still.

There was only Fey left standing as the red-scaled drakes emerged from a nearby alleyway. They wore fabric bound around their mouths and carried small leather bags from which heavy smoke poured and pooled.

They assembled before her and held the bags up, wafting the smoke up toward her face.

Fey collapsed.

Consciousness came murky and ill-defined, like a hangover that was particularly toxic.

Eyelids coming unstuck, Fey managed to open her eyes a little.

Cold hard stone floor met her gaze, a few bits of hay scattered across it.

“Urf.” she said, opening her horribly dry mouth and rolling her jaw. She felt uncomfortably dehydrated, which only compounded her pounding headache.

After a minute, and starting to feel a little better, she managed to slip a hand beneath herself and slowly lift her upper half.

She found herself in some kind of stone cell, one with a heap of hay at one end and a barrel of water, perfect for a horse.

It was also very dark.

Not the nicest of places to wake up in.

Gradual alarm dawned on her addled mind. She managed to slowly and heavily roll onto her hooves and get to her feet, nearly banging her head against the ceiling in the process.

There was a door to the cell and she approached it hesitantly.

“H-Hello? Is anyone out there?”

She listened carefully and after a moment footsteps approached. She backed up, fists raised, ready to attack.

The door swung wide and a red scaled drake appeared in the door, but he was far from unprepared for her readied attack. He held a long metal stick in his claws, the end of the stick was forked with two points at the end.

“You’re awake. Come with me, you need to begin work.”

The drake gestured with the stick and disappeared from the door.

Fey’s fists dropped slightly. Work? What work? What was going on?!

She hesitantly lifted a hoof and stepped toward the door, then another, until she was ducking below the frame and peering out.

She appeared to be in some kind of stable with hay strewn across the ground. Ahead of her were a group of red scaled drakes and in front of them were ... a number of girls bent over wooden frames? Fey frowned as she approached, her brow rising as she first saw the cow-like ears emerging from their long hair, then their cow-like tails and then the enormous larger than beach ball sized breasts hanging from their chests, nipples reaching past their knees as they were bent over.

“Cowkins?” murmured Fey.

The red drake with the stick waved it at her.

“Yes, perfect for what you do to girls, yes?”

“What do you mean what do I do?”

The drake scratched at his muzzle. “We all heard it, when we were in the crowd yesterday, we heard that you were responsible for that otterkin’s breasts, for her breast milk. That your cum did that to her.”

“In the- Hey! Were you the ones who robbed us!?”

“We relieved you of excess metallic weight so that your travelling efficiency is greater. We did you a favour.”

“That’s called stealing and you almost left us stranded in the middle of the city with nowhere to go!”

“You have no need to worry about that now, this is your new home, now and forever. Your sole job is to make our cowkins like the huge breasted otterkin, massively improving their milk quantity and making it that much more valuable.”

“Y-you want to enslave me?!” Fey’s hands formed fists and she took a step forward.

“Don’t. We know what your touch can do.”

She took another step.

The metal prong was jabbed into her midriff and electricity shot through her body, locking up every muscle. The only reason she didn’t keel over on the spot was because of her four legs. She gritted her teeth uncomfortably tight as the pain became everything.