Chapter 54

Previously on Centaurus: Fey is rescued from her kidnappers after a rather distressing experience. Once freed she meets one of the cowkins freed with her, a charismatic cowkin Queen. The Queen explains the usage of Dragon Silk and thrusts it into the band’s hands before leaving to return to her home nation. As the band are experimenting with the Silk a black market merchant approaches. They start to haggle out a deal to sell the band’s own milk on the black market, but the merchant in her eagerness to try the best milk samples Ellaria’s. The taste is heavenly and uplifting, literally, and the band’s ticket to sell their milk on the black market merrily floats off into the sky.

Now:

“Welp.” said Fey, “What do we do now?”

“Hard to say. We are in a somewhat tricky financial situation, so losing such an opportunity to sell on the black market is a problem. I’m, uh, not quite sure what our next move should be.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” came a voice from below Fey’s barrel, “We go and grab her back from the dragon! Why should we let this opportunity escape? We could make loadsa money from selling my awesome milk!”

Fey stiffened hearing that, a worried look crossing her face. “Y-You aren’t suggesting what I think you are? N-no, w-we c-cant!”

“Gods it’s not— hang on, lemme-”

A wet schlucking mixed with a subtle airy sound came from below as Flora wiggled and rocked here her hips side to side easing herself along the massive four feet of cock sheathed in her puss, her small cum belly wobbling with the motion as she eased her self free. Her pussy obviously did not want to let go and hungrily tried to keep Fey inside, clinging to every vein and bulge until with one final gasp of escaped air she popped off the end and between Fey’s front legs, tumbling head over heels and floating through the air, beach ball sized cum belly wobbling madly under the dragon silk.

Fey looked down to see the gnome girl struggling upside down, her skirt hanging over her cum rounded stomach as her legs kicked at the air.

Flora had become so much thicker since her first pregnancy and she only seemed to grow more so with time, wider hips, thiccer thighs, a body built for serious breeding.

She was given a full clear view of the gnome’s gaped pussy, open and gasping at the air, highly displeased to be removed from horse cock. Her gape was significantly larger than before due to Fey’s new size, a hungry feminine cave between her broad thighs, fat clit winking atop a thigh wide opening. The glossy pink donut of Flora’s cervix could be seen at the back, somehow even more ravenous than the rest of her puss.

As she watched her cervix puckered then spread slightly, a powerful aftershock orgasm racking the gnome’s body. A huge spurt of white exploded from the opening, launching from her gape and spraying up Fey’s front in a messy gush, all over the underside of her enormous breasts and soaking through her already cum soaked blouse.

“F-Flora!”

The pink haired gnome finally managed to regain her balance and flipped right side up. Cum poured from between her thighs as entrance to her womb slowly eased back close, locking away the lake of semen hidden in the dragonsilk cave.

She clutched at her skirt as the line of pouring white became a long line hanging from her pussy lips, a sloppy dangling string between her knees.

“s’not my fault you made me even more sensitive somehow, I can feel every little bit of you that you put in me!”

Fey tried to clean the heavy layer of horse cum from her blouse and midriff, but quickly gave up. She lifted her hands and spread her fingers, dozens of ropes of her semen dangling between her fingers.

“I was trying to get clean...”

“And failing terribly, you can’t even reach most of your body! Look!”

Fey glanced over her shoulder. She had to admit that was true. Her reach was rather limited and her back half was still coated in her own seed from when she had bred the cowkins. She realised she didn’t stand a hope in hell of cleaning herself on her own.

Flora wiggled her hips causing the remaining strings of cum hanging from under her skirt to fall and plap against the ground below.

“Look, stop fussing with that, the plan is we go steal back the bun from the gold dragon, and believe me the dragon won’t notice if you’re covered in cu-

“NOPE!”

“But—”

“Don’t care!” said Fey putting her hoof down, “I’m not going anywhere near that dragon. No way. Ella promised no big scary utterly terrifying dragons!”

“Yeah, but have you considered the counterpoint of us getting loads of money?

Ellaria let out a sigh, “It’s fine Fey, you don’t have to come, and in fact since Flora suggested it she will be taking point in this endeavour, the operation will be her responsibility, and if she fails she will be banned from your penis for a month.”

“Huh!?” said Flora.

“You can consider it your punishment for spending the last of the coin, and all the trouble you’ve been causing lately.”

“That’s in the past, which doesn’t exist any more, therefore it has nothing to do with me and I shouldn’t be punished.”

“D-Does it really not exist though Flora?” came Kayla’s voice, the otterkin was sitting on the nearby table watching the debate.

Flora glared at the otterkin, annoyed at her interruption.

“Yeah. And besides, Ella set fire to a street! How is that not causing trouble?” she turned to the elf, “And I saw you paying off those shopkeepers! How can I have spent the last of the coin if you were doing that huh?”

“Reserve fund, which amounted to couch change. It was barely enough to convince them we would pay them off later, it took a few threats to stop them calling the guard. But the fire itself was a necessary and calmly calculated strategy to smoke out Fey’s kidnappers.”

“You could have fooled me with how much you were shouting and swearing,” muttered Flora.

A few sparks floated from Ellaria’s hair. “That’s funny, I thought I just heard some insubordination coming from nearby.”

“No I- AH!”

Ellaria’s hand whipped out and pinched down on the gnome’s ear, pulling her close to her side.

She turned to Fey.

“I’ll go deal with the dragon. Fey stay here. I said I wouldn’t needlessly involve you with dragons and I will keep to that as best I can.”

“L-let gguuu!” wailed Flora as Ellaria turned and marched down the alley, ear-pinched gnome towed in her wake.

Fey and the twins watched her go, Flora’s swearing slowly fading away as the distance increased.

Quiet fell over the alley as they disappeared out of sight.

A blob of semen dripped from the underside of Fey’s breast and noisily plapped against the cobble. She looked down at her cum covered body with dismay.

“Uhm, should we maybe get cleaned off?’’ said Kayla.

Fey glanced over at the otterkin and realised she wasn’t the only messy one, the twins hadn’t exactly been elegant while gorging themselves. Safe to say they could all do with a bath.

“How?”

Lily finished eating an eclair as she stepped up beside her sister. “Oh that’s easy, my bears found a public bathhouse when they were raiding the bakeries, we can go there to get cleaned off! Come on, it’ll be perfect!”

The bouncy otterkin, who may or may not have been on a sugar high, flapped her hands in the air and the table she and Kayla were sitting on was picked up by the bottom of each leg by a horde of bears and manoeuvred over to Fey. She then helped her sister climb up onto Fey’s back, the both of them straddling her enormous barrel, or at least fractionally straddling with their small legs.

Fey glanced over her shoulder at them, a smiling Lily with her eyes squeezed shut, and behind her a concerned looking Kayla, her dragon silk clad breasts pressing up against her sister’s back.

“Well?”

“Er, right.”

Fey began trotting as a swarm of bears dealt with the remains of the feast left behind, putting away the tables and plates and disposing of crumbs. By the time Fey turned from the alley it was as it had been when she had first stepped into it, empty, with no visible suggestion that a black market dairy existed there.

The three of them made their way out into the city. An unusually massive centaur with two large breasted otterkins on her back. Not exactly a common sight.

In addition to that with the size and weight of Fey’s new length it made a slower and heavier thud as it thumped up against her underside every other step. It didn’t help that she was covered in cum either. All very eye catching.

As it was, it wasn’t long before they were attracting attention. Heads turning as they browsed shops and stalls, or girls stopping in their tracks as they caught the cummy scent that surrounded Fey, drawing in great huffs of air, turning to look for the source, especially if they were in heat.

They passed by a group of women queuing at a shop and one by one they reacted as they slowly noticed the scent washing over them, hands descending to clutch skirts, knees turning inward.

Perhaps this hadn’t been the smartest of ideas. Her scent drove people wild normally, with the added scent of cum covering her it was so much worse.

She looked out of the corner of her eye to see a horde of girls following them. Some were trying to hide their stalking, but many were outright staring at her heavy pumpkin sized balls wobbling back and forth hypnotically with her steps, rolling from thigh to thigh.

Fey recalled how important it was to have Ellaria with her in public. There was just something about having a severe and astonishingly gorgeous looking elf striding along beside her that tended to keep the worst of the interested away. Probably because a glare from the elf made one question whether it was worth risking death by immolation.

But Ellaria wasn’t there, and so it wasn’t long before she felt the first touch, a kin girl with a squirrel tail touching at her balls, her eyes very round as though not believing Fey’s nuts were real.

With the touch the dam seemed to break and a wash of women stormed forward, dozens of those in heat or otherwise. Gasps came from behind her as a dozen hands touched down on her balls feeling the heat and weight that was so very very very real, cupping and stroking the surface, cooing over the immense density of the things. And beneath came more on her cock, which was obviously quite happy with the attention, throbbing stiff and thumping against her barrel in excitement.

That was one thing about growing taller, it allowed easier access for people to get at her undercarriage, and they took full advantage. She shivered as small hands grasped at her length and lips pressed against the hard surface, mouths opening to kiss and then lick, then scooping the cummy covering into their mouths eliciting groans as their panties became that much more soaked in response.

“Hnnf, I- I’m not going to need a bath at this rate,” groaned Fey as the growing crowd of girls surrounded her, the cum slowly disappearing from her sides as they scooped it into their mouths and licked their fingers clean, or even licked her directly.

“You’re going to let them lick clean your boobies too?” said Lily brightly from behind.

“N-no!” cried Fey, protectively covering her expansive chest and mostly failing due its sheer size. She looked down at the crowd of girls looking up at her with a kind of carnal interest, like a pack of wolves eyeing their equine prey.

“Then we’ll still have to go to the baths right?”

“O-Okay, but how are we going to get past this?” and that was a good question, Fey’s steps had faltered as the crowd had surrounded her, slowing to a crawl and then coming to a stop.

Kayla looked down at the girls pressed up against Fey’s barrel, all trying to duck underneath into the crowded space around her dick. She looked over her rear to see her balls, tongues frantically lapping at its roiling shifting surface.

“Uhm, sis, i think you might need to intervene or we’ll be stuck here forever...”

A sprinkle of pre came from Fey’s dick in response to the attention which produced a rippling series of coos and gasps as the girls in front were covered in hot wet. The crowd surged inward, trying to get at her fresh pre.

“Uh, right. Probably wise.”

She lifted her hand and at first nothing happened, but then the crowd of women started to shift as something rose from below, something clambering between their legs. Fey’s eyes widened as a pile of teddy bears grew, climbing over each other. In moments the pile was at six foot high, pushing apart girls in every direction, a column of bears holding onto each other. It took a moment to realise what she was looking at, a giant teddy bear formed from many teddy bears, one that reached up to her chin, which considering her height was an absolutely massive bear.

The crowd gawped up at this new giant bear and then started to cry out in alarm as it grabbed at the those on Fey, picking them up and tossing them aside.

The crowd fought back, but when an additional swarm of regular teddy bears started crawling up between them they began to break and Fey was able to take a few steps forward. A few minutes and she was slowly trotting, shedding girls in her wake as the teddy bears worked.

Some of the most in heat and most determined were not having it however, and however many times the giant bear tossed them off they came back, clinging at Fey’s cock or balls.

Lily was starting to get huffy that her Class wasn’t doing the trick and finally snapped. The bear picked up a dwarf hugging Fey’s dick and lifted her high up into the air, depositing her on the roof of a nearby building. The dwarf looked down in surprise. She was clearly quite trapped.

The last dozen girls who refused to leave were dealt with that way, until all of them were once more at a distance, unable to come near.

The last to go was the squirrelkin.

“Nuu!” she cried as the bear pulled her on her tail as she clung to Fey’s testacles. She was surprisingly strong and the bear had to haul on her tail quite hard before her hands finally slipped from the massive testacles and she was dragged off.

She was left kicking and struggling as the bear held her under one arm.

With the last girl pried off Fey was free to leave and the bears prevented the excitable crowd from following, linking their arms together and forming a wall with the giant bear backing them up.

All very fortunate as they were only a few streets from their destination and entering it with a crowd of half a hundred horny women probably wouldn’t have been the best thing.

The building rose overhead as they approached, a massive marble structure that stretched out either side for streets, white like much of the stone of the city. Huge many storey marble pillars fronted its entrance and marble statues of various species were arranged outside, often carrying marble urns and amphoras that spilled water as fountains.

“C’mon!” said Lily pointing ahead.

“This is a public bathhouse?” said Fey looking up at it in disbelief that such a thing was available for anyone to use. There was certainly nothing like this on the plains.

“Mhmm! Logically it’s got to be big for a city this big right! So many people!”

Fey nodded hesitatingly, that did make sense. She approached the pillars and found dozens of individual doors behind them. They appeared to be many separate entrances to the bathhouse. Interestingly they were divided by gender, which was unusual, some marked female some male.

She picked the door to a female entrance, stepped inside and trotted down a few splitting hallways, all empty. She eventually picked out a door at random, ducked through and found herself coming out into a changing room, one that was in use.

The tile clacked beneath her hooves as she stepped between the lockers. The dozen girls within who were either naked, or in the middle of becoming naked, glanced up and then did a double take in seeing her, a massive room dominating centaur, her head brushing against the ceiling.

Fey blushed as the room stared at her open mouthed.

“Just ignore them Fey, we’ve a right to be here too,” murmured Lily behind her.

Fey nodded and hesitantly lifted her hands and began unbuttoning her blouse from the top, each button was a release for the strained cloth and set her chest wobbling. Her breasts had increased disproportionately with her growth as usual and the fabric was stretched to its very limit with her size, nipples straining at the surface.

Her cleavage increased downward rapidly until her breasts were practically spilling out of the blouse and then bouncing free as she unbuttoned the last, finally allowing her breasts to breathe.

She glanced around to see that the girls in the changing room were having trouble keeping their eyes away from her, both her bottom and top half.

Beside her a teddy bear opened one of the lockers and a number of pieces of clothing were tossed from her back inside of it.

She looked over her shoulder to see the twins stripped of clothing on her back, Lily with her hands on her hips. She wasn’t totally naked, she still wore the dragon silk on her breasts as a makeshift bra. Since eating so much, her silk clad breasts had increased in size a bit, reflecting the new massive growth in the dragon silk cave. They currently hung heavily over her stomach, the underside a few inches above her belly button.

Kayla stood behind her covering her gape with her hands as she looked around, biting her lip in shyness. It was an adorable sight and Fey felt her heart melt a bit, Kayla’s cuteness was on full display.

The air was starting to get a little heavy in such a confined space, the scent of the cum Fey was covered in wafting into the air and concentrating. It was clearly having an effect on the changing girls despite their trying to pretend otherwise, and more than one had started playing with their clits as the snatched glances of Fey, hips shifting as arousal grew.

It didn’t take long for the first touch on her balls to come, it was predictable really. What was less predictable was who it was, she glanced over to see a kin girl with a bushy tail, the squirrelkin who had been magnetised to her balls outside. Apparently she, unlike the others, had managed to escape the bear, and unbelievably found her again without Fey even noticing.

As the scent concentrated further little gasps and moans kept slipping from the masturbating girls around Fey, fingers slipping inside slits, already moving frantically. They tried to hide what they were doing but it was fairly obvious, especially with the naked ones who couldn’t hide anything, their knuckles quite visible between their thighs.

“Quickly Fey, get moving before they gather the confidence to go for you,” whispered Lily.

Fey nodded and trotted toward the door.

The squirrelkin was dragged along in her wake, hugging her balls and rubbing her face against the surface, feet sliding along the tile as Fey approached the exit. As they were passing the doorway a new giant bear caught and dragged her off Fey once more, throwing her back into the changing room and then blocking the doorway with its massive body much to the distress of the squirrelkin.

Fey thought that the bear wouldn’t hold for long, but then it seemed she didn’t have to worry about them being followed. The exit from the changing room seemed to come out into a cavernous steam filled space, a space so misty that she couldn’t see more than a few metres in front of her.

“This is the bathhouse. Let’s find somewhere a little private yes?”

Fey nodded and stepped forward, carefully watching the ground so she didn’t slip on the damp tiles.

As she walked into what seemed an endless steam filled void the edges of pools passed them by. Some were simple, some had extravagant slides, others were designed to look like natural springs with rocks and plants and small waterfalls. Many she passed had women lounging in them, or washing and scrubbing, or swimming languidly, all naked. Apparently the bathhouse was popular as well as vast. She quickly became lost in endless expansive space, a space that must have been dozens of times larger than any warehouse.

Eventually she found an empty pool she liked the looks of, one with patterned tiles and no hard corners and a shallower and deeper area, one with potted plants around the edges for privacy. A small fountain at one end lazily burbled water into the pool.

The twins slipped from her back with a splash as she waded in. She quickly lowered herself down in the hot water, shuddering a little as it rolled over her balls.

Of course with her size she displaced a lot of water and a small wave spilled out of the pool and rolled off into the mists.

She sighed long and low as the heat washed over her and she sank down to sitting, moving into the deep end until she managed to submerge up to her nose and only the top of her head was peeking out.

She was now a bath centaur.

And a bath centaur was tranquillity itself.

She idly watched as her brood mothers splashed about in the water, laughing and giggling as they played. The otterkins were unsurprisingly adept in the water, moving with languid ease. It was a nice view, a calming view.

The twins had changed a lot since she had first met them. In personality, but also just like Flora after their first pregnancies their bodies had changed, becoming even wider hipped, better able to bear vast numbers of children, huge quantities of eggs, bodies ripe for supporting massive pregnancies and eager to do so. That had only increased further as she had been breeding them multiple times a day, their pussies becoming plumper and pinker and perfectly shaped and fitted to her dick.

She loved it, just as she loved them, her twins. Lily and Kayla, her smolest lovers. Newest members of magic mog, infinitely loyal and innocent, adorable and cute and she just wanted to hug them tight forever and ever, to fall asleep with them in her bed each night, their breath tugging at her skin as they rested sleepily against her. And as long as they wanted it, to stretch and breed them until they couldn’t feel their legs, to satisfy them as much as she possibly could, their eager cries to be more pregnant driving her to spill load after load.

They were part of her core harem and she cared for them very much.

After a while playing they noticed Fey watching them from her end of the pool, just the top half of her head visible, practically invisible in the steam.

Lily waved at her.

“You look serene Fey!”

Fey blinked slowly, and nodded slightly. It was true, she hadn’t felt so utterly relaxed in a long time. Dragons? What dragons. She was a centaur made of pure chill.

The otterkins paddled over to the zen centaur, and lazed around her, floating in circles around her head.

She watched as Lily rested a small hand on the slight arc of her belly as she swam on her back, showing off the early stages of a new pregnancy. This was a pregnancy that promised to be much larger than her prior as Fey had been breeding her so frequently, repeatedly filling her womb with fresh hyper virile seed multiple times a day, impregnating her over and over and over again.

The thought of her brood mother once more becoming heavy with young made her cock stir to life beneath the water.

Lily caught her looking and the otterkin gave her a small knowing smile.

Are you thinking about me getting big again Fey?

Fey didn’t reply.

“All preggers and heavy with eggs? With even bigger boobies?”

The water rippled as Fey shifted below it, her hooves sliding against the tile.

“I can’t wait to be so big again, with my tummy all stuffed and taut, Hnff!! You’ve no idea how good it feels to be so pregnant your toes can’t touch the ground!”

Fey could feel her balls rumbling in response to her words, eager to add even more to her oncoming pregnancy, to breed her to even greater heights, bigger and more fecund. She could feel her cock bucking in response too, the hard flesh scraping along the tiles at the bottom of the pool.

“D-Do you want us to help clean you Fey? You still have some sticky, uh, stuff on you,” said Kayla paddling along beside her sister, her otter tail allowing her to move with ease.

Fey nodded leisurely, yes that did sound quite nice. She noticed Lily giving her eyes, clearly the otterkin wanted to take advantage.

Fey couldn’t say she minded.

She gradually slipped through the water to where the pool was shallower and rolled onto her back, water sheeting off her sides. Due to her sheer size the underside of her barrel emerged from the waterline along with her legs and of course her throbbing four foot of cock, stiff and excited due to where her thoughts were dwelling.

She lazed back against the pool edge, most of her upper body still below, the tops of her breasts and her neck above the waterline.

She watched as the twins doggy paddled toward her and then laboriously climbed up on top of her barrel like some kind of island, one on either side of her brutal cock.

With its new size it truly dwarfed the two otterkins, a foot and a half longer than they were tall, pulsing gently, a solid column of vein riddled dick designed to absolutely ravage pussy, scooping out barbaric female pleasures.

The two otterkins did their best to ignore it, they really did, crouching down and rubbing at her fur with their small hands, following along the arc of her horse chest and stomach, her thighs.

But it was just impossible for any female to ignore such an immense stallion cock for long, such a thing tickled at an ancient primal appeal deep within a girl.

Hands shifted across her body moving closer and closer to her length, until they were moving directly toward it.

“N-need to clean this part too right?” murmured Lily as she pressed her hands against the massive length. Soon the twins were rubbing their hands up and down, scrubbing and tugging at her stiffness.

Lily bit her lip as she worked her way along the monstrous thing resting heavily on top Fey’s barrel, her fingers caressing and stroking the veins and bumps. She gasped when Fey’s cock bucked in response to her tiny touch. Her attentions became more intense as her fingers and breasts pressed against it, hands slipping along the length. Her focus moved to rubbing herself sensually all over Fey’s medial ring, the thing throbbing with the centaur’s pulse in her grip, her soft fingers exploring every tiny detail.

“Gods you’re so much larger now. It’s been a while since I got to just sit and admire your penis Fey.”

“Ah, th-that’s because you are alway demanding it be sheathed to the hilt inside of you, so you can be filled until you can’t m-move.”

“Oh that’s lovely too! But sometimes I just want to fondle and play with it, or relax as I lie next to it!”

As she spoke her hands caressed the medial ring, tracing around the shape.

She smiled as Fey groaned faintly in response.

“Do you like that?”

Fey let out a small whimper.

Lily giggled. “I feel like there’s so much more of you to tease and touch since you got bigger Fey, I’m going to have to explore and learn you all over again when you’re inside of me.”

That thought was more than a little enticing and Fey watched as Lily edged around until she was on all fours between her front legs, her front facing the tip of Fey’s cock, facing a cock head larger than her own head.

Fey was given a full view of Lily’s gape as she fondled the tip and she watched as her hips swayed back and forth as she worked, otter tail wagging excitedly.

Her pussy had been stretched out more than ever by the daily breeding sessions. The ring of puffy muff surrounding her gape was swollen and red, engorged along with her clit with raw arousal, a pussy well aware of horse cock being nearby, a pussy trained to be regularly bred. Every few moments her engorged clit would pop from its too small hood with a little blep before easing back inside, winking at her adorably. The twins, as well as Flora and Vivi had all started to exhibit such control since she had been breeding them so much, it came naturally with how good they had gotten at milking her cock with their insides, drawing as much seed as they could from her with each session.

Her lubricant production to ease Fey’s passage had increased too so to say Lily was wet was an understatement. Her puss was positively drooling, gel-like cunny honey openly rolling down her thighs and hanging in dangling strings leaving a trail of herself across Fey’s barrel and making much of the cleaning she had done moot.

Fey swallowed. Gods it was an appealing sight. A pussy fitted so perfectly for her, so practised at pleasuring her cock.

It didn’t take long for Lily’s smol tongue to touch at her tip, and Fey watched as her taste caused Lily’s pussy to quiver and clench, her cervix twitching at the back of her gape.

“Hnnmmm,” moaned Lily as she continued to clean with her mouth, tongue following every bump and crevice, moaning into the cock head.