Chapter 57

Previously on Centaurus: Flora and Ellaria return from their attempt to kidnap back the black market bunny who had previously been kidnapped by a dragon and his family, they fail and Flora, as the one put in charge of the attempt, is banned from Fey’s cock for a month. Ellaria leads the band to one of Draconica’s Adventuring Guilds where she attempts to get the band ranked up to gold rank despite not having enough jobs under their belt. Before she can get anywhere in her negotiation however Fey is attacked by a group of nuns led by an Abbess. The Bishop along with Seth and Mary also make an appearance having been invited to the guild by the Abbess. The Abbess, believing Fey is possessed by a demon, attempts an exorcism, the spell however goes haywire and she accidently summons an angel before being blimped into a holy lake of seed.

Now:

Fey and Ellaria stood before the great table like students standing before their irritated teachers, waiting in trepidation to hear their fate and inevitable punishment for their transgressions.

Honestly it was quite a lot like that. The table was set on a raised level and the five powerful adventurers looked down on them with sheer authority, veteran experience radiating off them in waves. Fey and Ellaria were like so much fresh-faced puppies before these adventurer’s gaze.

An elf wearing a frosty white gown and a crown of ice over her white hair was giving Ellaria a look of particularly extreme distaste, pure contempt filling her eyes as she looked over Ellaria’s perfect form.

Besides her a monstrously large black furred minotaur drummed his fingers on the table top. At his size and strength it sounded like a pounding bass drum that almost hurt the ears and filled the room with noise.

To the side of the icy elf was, of all things, a gnome. That had surprised Fey as gnome adventurers were vanishingly rare. The gnome was clearly some kind of spellsword and was the least serious of the lot, her bare feet resting on the table top as she picked her nose while smoking a cigar at the same time. Her long pink hair was a mess that tried and failed to frame the expansive cleavage spilling from her leather jacket.

Capping the ends of this row of deathly judgement was a drake with rainbow scales and rainbow eyes, and an armoured dwarf whose beard appeared to be partially on fire.

The lot of them emanated the kind of power that suggested they could crush Ellaria and Fey like bugs with a casual flick of the wrist. Fey had to assume that these five were something beyond gold rank. She had no doubt she was looking at the captains of five separate bands, bands whose names and insignia were most likely displayed on the great banners hanging inside and outside the guild walls in pride of place.

Yep. They were well and truly one hundred percent absolutely completely fucked.

Fey swallowed nervously, Her hooves shifting on the carpet. Maybe if she angled her body a little bit the band captains on either end wouldn’t see her massive raging erection. Standing before legends such as these with a huge waggling boner surely couldn’t be a good thing for her prospects. She felt her very existence was a sign of disrespect to these five lords of adventuring!

The minotaur’s finger drumming came to a stop and he pursed his lips.

“I can’t understate the damage you have caused. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to remove semen from magical cloth? You can’t exactly wash the stuff out with soap. My sister is very upset, you know,” he gravelled, his voice like rumbling mountain boulders.

“I can’t emphasise enough how much I understand your ahem, sister’s plight, really I do, as an adventurer acquiring rare and powerful gear is a life’s work,” said Ellaria, in full damage control mode. “But you in turn must understand this has nothing to do with us.”

“The seemingly endless collection of seed came from the nethers of one of your band’s apprentices.”

Ellaria nodded, this was a true argument. But she of course had an excellent riposte.

She raised a hand and pointed at the great axe leaning against the Minotaur’s throne-like chair, a heavy brutal slab of iron chipped with years of use.

“If I were to steal your greataxe from you and then use it to start smashing down walls in the guild would you accept punishment and your banishment from the guild?”

The minotaur frowned down at her.

“I’m not sure what you are getting at girl, this is my weapon.”

“Yes! But if someone were to use it to commit a crime then guild rules say that the owner it was thieved from isn’t responsible for the damage caused, you would be the victim and in fact not set for punishment but due recompense.”

The icy elf snarled and practically spat down at Ellaria.

“Are you really daring to say what I think you are about to say, you vain little creature?”

Ellaria paused and lifted an elegant eyebrow at the icy elf, which just seemed to piss her off even more.

“Of course I am. Our band ... uses centaur sperm ... as a monster battling weapon.”

The minotaur slammed his palm on the table.

“You ruined our guild hall!”

“Nope. The Abbess ruined your guild hall. She took our weapon and used it. Adventurer Guild rule number seven hundred and eighty three, under subsection paragraph six point seven, footnote four, next to it written in the margin, it states that we are not to be held responsible for such a thing as any more powerful adventurer could take a weak adventurer’s weapon and use it to commit crimes on guild property. This isn’t a question of us being punished, but what the guild owes us for having allowed one of its members to damage one of our weapons.”

“It is sperm!” snapped the elf. “It’s not a weapon! It’s jizz, you can’t damage jizz!”

“Part of the total amount of our weaponised sperm collection is missing, this reduces our combat effectiveness. If we get into battle fighting monsters and we don’t have enough battle sperm on hand then that may mean the life of one of my bandmates. I’m sorry but this is a very serious issue and the Abbess has put the lives of my band at risk. She is registered under the guild as an adventurer despite her only working on a charitable basis, therefore this is the guild’s responsibility.”

The icy elf looked on the verge of having an apocalyptic rage heart attack hearing Ellaria’s attempt to turn the tables on the guild, a small vein visibly pulsing on her forehead.

“I assure you it’s all there in the rules,” finished Ellaria.

“You arrive in our guild, and it just so happens in that very first short hour there is more damage done to guild property than in years,” rumbled the minotaur. “Yet you evade any and all responsibility by twisting the trivial minutiae of the rules.”

“Yes.” said Ellaria, bluffing like a minor god of bluffing.

“Hrmm. Very well. Two can play it that way. There are rules for bringing dangerous substances into the guild. Death blight spider venom from which just a scent can kill an adult minotaur. Necromancer soul sap which can burn through a soul just by being in proximity. Basilisk eyeballs, petrification disease a common malady for all those that look upon them.”

Ellaria wilted slightly, seemingly already guessing where this was going.

“Our sperm collection is not a dangerous substance!”

“Is it? It put many of our guild’s members into deep sexual heats. It was impossible to tell the difference between this storied guild and one of the seedy interspecies brothels that have sprung up around the place. Damnable things, I accept that our members have needs but we are getting a reputation, this latest mess will have doubled down on that dubious image. It is fortunate that interspecies reproduction is not viable otherwise there would have been a rather large number of offspring as a result of this day. As it is there are some extremely embarrassed adventurers who are too ashamed to show their faces, fortunate that most couplings appear to have been anonymous thanks to the thick layer of ... dangerous substance.”

The gnome to the minotaur’s side gave him the side eye, her eyes half lidded, a particularly lewd smile appearing on her lips as she puffed on her cigar. Apparently at least one of the captains knew who they’d lain with.

“We did nothing wrong! How were we to know that the—

“Enough. You took a dangerous substance into the guild without permission. As is stated under rule four hundred thirteen, addendum rule thirty seven, add-on side article nine, annotation scribble three it states that the band who breaks said dangerous substance rule shall be given a choice, undertake an unfulfilled job that is of equivalent danger to the dangerous substance or be permanently banned from the guild.”

The icy elf smiled nastily hearing this.

“Oh? Why, I think that dangerous substance might just be the most threatening thing ever taken within our walls, more dangerous than nymph nightshade certainly, easily more dangerous than the infamous death woop goop for sure.”

The rainbow drake spoke up for the first time, his voice charmingly melodic. “As dangerous as dragon blood?”

There was a collective pause from the captains.

“Okay, maybe not quite that dangerous, it wouldn’t result in the guild getting glassed. But still, extremely dangerous. I think I have just the job on the books. You should know, of the two hundred odd adventurers who have tried to take this job on none have returned alive and—

“We accept.” said Ellaria flatly and calmly. Fey looked down at her in horror. Was she serious?!

The icy elf paused and the minotaur leaned forward.

“You did hear her correctly, yes? You, a mere silver rank, wish to take on a job that has killed so many?”

“If it’s so bad then why haven’t you sent any of your strongest?”

The minotaur rubbed his chin. “Would it surprise you to hear I have gone myself? The problem is that when someone of a certain rank goes, the threat simply doesn’t appear, and they are left sitting in the castle ruins twiddling their thumbs. As soon as they leave then the thing that is killing moves back in and begins killing all those foolish enough to enter the castle once more. How can the strong fight what they can’t find? The only answer to this problem is pure skill from the lower ranks and the lower ranks are lacking, this generation of adventurers is of a disappointingly poor quality. It has been over a month since anyone has been willing to take this job on, and as you may have realised, that is quite a disturbing thing considering the fierce level of competition in this AG.”

“Quite.” smirked the icy elf. “This is a death sentence for one such as you. You chose to be a stickler for the rules and now you are left with death or banishment.”

“I choose death.”

The captains stared down at the stubborn red headed elf. She looked back at them with a steady gaze, calm, uncompromising, and utterly perfect in every goddamn way.

The icy elf broke first.

“Enough of this trash! Choose what you will, I no longer care. Kill yourself and your band in an idiotic attempt to save your pride or leave and never return, either way I shall never see you again. Now get out of my sight.”

“You’ll be seeing me again, in fact when my band’s name is scrawled across your biggest banner you’ll be sick of the sight. Come Fey, we have a job to do.”

Ellaria turned on her heel and strode away, determination in every step.

Fey watched her go before glancing back at the captains. She swallowed dryly.

“Uh, d-do you do autographs?”

“GETOUT!” roared the icy elf making Fey squeak and gallop after Ellaria.

She fled through the massive doors of the captain’s chamber to see Ellaria disappearing down the corridor. She hurried after and found herself arriving back out into the main guild hall where they had first arrived.

The place was still in quite a state, much of the walls still slathered in her thick gluey cum, although much of the floor had been mopped up by now, a few still working to clear the mess away including Kayla and Lily ... sort of. Lily’s belly was too large to move on her own so the best she could manage was holding onto the end of a mop and mopping around herself in a circle, then once the circle was done an army of bears picked her up, moved her a few feet to the side and then put her down again to clean another circle. To be fair the circles were very clean. While she was working her circle her bears would do more practical cleaning, although with their size they were limited.

Of course all of the cleaning was somewhat complicated because Fey’s sperm was somewhat alive. Girls working to mop it away had to occasionally stop and wipe their legs down as the white sludge very slowly crawled up them, likewise Lily had to have a number of bears battle away the goop trying to climb up her rounded tummy and rush toward her freshly gaped pussy only partially covered by her micro skirt.

Most of the adventurers had left, gone to clean themselves off, and the hall was nearly empty which from what Fey understood was very unusual. Still despite that there were a number of adventurers who hadn’t been that covered in seed and like Magic Mog had made do using the guild’s own bathrooms and copious amounts of towels to wipe themselves clean. They were taking advantage of the lull and were crowding around the cum covered job board and half heartedly pulling cum covered job papers free, holding the paper between fingertips and looking in dismay as Fey’s semen oozed and dripped from the paper onto the floor.

Ellaria was amongst their number, talking to one of the clerks and pointing up at the papers at the very very top of the board which were mostly untouched by Fey.

The focus of the hall however was of course the Abbess. She was lying unconscious on her massive belly and dominated the place just due to her sheer size. She had come to rest on the ground where her nuns were fretting around her, trying to put together what seemed to be some kind of pump with rubber tubes in an attempt to empty her. They weren’t having much luck, it appeared being nuns didn’t give them much insight into engineering and none of the other adventurers seemed interested in helping them.

Fey trotted hesitantly in to this. To her surprise she didn’t get many negative looks or glares. There had been some confusion about who exactly the culprit was for the mess and the blame had eventually settled on the Abbess ... along with a guild ban.

She paused as she passed by a chair.

There was a girl sitting on the chair. Her legs up on the seat and her arms wrapped around her knees, her face buried as her large white wings wrapped around herself. She looked a forlorn figure, her golden book discarded on the floor and still covered in cum, half heartedly wiped clean.

It was the angel and she was very upset.

“Are you okay?” murmured Fey, trying to make her voice as kind and sympathetic as she could.

After a moment the angel lifted her head, tears in her eyes.

“We get summoned so rarely, It was supposed to be glorious! Instead I got pancaked against the ceiling!” she wailed. “I was supposed to be elegant and holy!”

“I’m sorry that it went that way,” said Fey a little guiltily. How was she supposed to know this was going to happen?! “But why did the Abbess summon you?”

“I was told it was to bless a birth, but that wasn’t the right spell when I came through, it- it was all messed up somehow! and a lowly Abbess isn’t supposed to be able to summon an angel anyway!!”

Fey had to wonder about that. Given all that had happened she wouldn’t have been surprised in the slightest if her seed had interfered with the Abbess’s attempted exorcism.

The angel began blubbing again, tears rolling down her cheeks. Fey reached out and awkwardly patted her shoulder.

“I’m sure it will, uh, probably be okay?”

“How?! What am I even supposed to tell the angelic administratum? That there’s no birth to bless? That doesn’t make any sense! It doesn’t work like that! This was supposed to be my big chance at a promotion! I’ve only been on the job for a few months and already things are falling apart!” her halo drooped rather pathetically as she buried her face against her arms and knees again and let out a muffled wail of distress.

Well, if the summoning had been an instruction to bless a birth then the angel might not have to wait for too long thought Fey, the Abbess would be extremely pregnant soon enough. Perhaps the change to the ritual of exorcism hadn’t been random, but had been the Abbess’s body going into hyper hormonal state and somehow forcibly changing the spell on instinct, knowing that this breeding would lead to countless children needing to be blessed. It was true that the main ritual circle that the abbess had been using was part of her womb ... That definitely couldn’t have combined well with Fey’s seed.

The angel seemed utterly determined to sink into a bog of gloomy misery despite Fey’s best efforts to comfort her and she eventually gave up. She hoped given time the angel might recover from her melancholy.

Apart from the twins there was one other of the band helping to clean up, honestly she was doing much of the work, sort of. Fey watched as a mop zoomed across the room like a bat out of hell, slamming the wave of cum it had built up in front of it into a bucket on its side which flipped into the air before dumping its contents into one of the many barrels that had been filled with the stuff, or rather completely missing the barrel and spilling its contents all over the boots of the outraged adventurer standing beside it. This rough approach seemed to miss a lot. The guild however did put up with it because it was still just that more efficient than everyone else even with the misses, a dozen other floating mops zooming around the hall at breakneck speed.

The one responsible for this lazy cleaning was a certain gnome, not even looking in the mops direction as she lifted a great mug of booze and tipped it back. What looked like blue and green something spilling around her lips as she chugged the last of the stuff. She finished and slammed the mug down and let out a belch. Perhaps the gnome’s state explained the clumsiness of the cleaning more than anything, there was a scent of sweet alcohol around her.

Flora squinted down blearily at the table she was floating in front of.

From what Fey could see it had some kind of floor plan drawn on the papers there ... drawn in crayon ... extremely poorly.

Flora let out a small hiccup and scratched her head.

“Is this your new plan Flora?” said Fey, peering over the ... Honestly quite terrible looking plan. Was that triangle supposed to be a rectangle?

Flora turned to a jug full of what looked like bubbling orange stuff. She poured it out into a mug and floated it up to her mouth, taking a thoughtful sip.

“It’s a work in progress, got it? I just need to drink a little more liquid inspiration is all...”

She squinted at Fey, seemingly realising that it was in fact the centaur standing next to her.

Her eyes inevitably drifted down to Fey enormous throbbing horse cock, a hungry expression appearing on her face before she hiccuped again.

“Don’t you dare Flora. You are still banned from Fey’s penis until further notice.” said Ellara arriving at the table.

“URGGHHHH! That’s soooo LAMMMMMEEE!” groaned the gnome, flopping backwards as she rolled her eyes. She hiccuped again.

“And I don’t think you should be drinking any more of...” Ellaria peered down at the collection of empty mugs spread across the table, each of them containing the dregs of vibrantly coloured drinks. She frowned. “What in the gods have you been drinking?”

“S’magic alcohol, there’s a retired adventurer who can mix the most crazy amazing mixes and they do all kinds of magical things that make an adventurer buffed up before going out on a job. So I figured if I drink all of them at once I can become a super genius version of myself instead of just a regular genius and think of a brilliant plan to kidnap back the bunny. Don’t worry I put it on the band’s tab.” She hiccuped again.

Ellaria pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “I suppose by fortunate coincidence I can make use of this. A more powerful you may just be what we need now that we are taking on a job that we are all very likely to die undertaking.”

“ ... huh?” said Flora.

Ellaria held up a sheet of paper, that which she had collected from the job board with the help of one of the clerks. It had a few droplets of Fey scattered over it.

“We are to go to—” she glanced at the paper, “--Bharldur Castle and find and kill the monster that has been slaughtering anyone who steps on its grounds. The young noble family who inherited the castle from a distant relative cannot do anything with it until the castle is secured, that is why they put out this job ... which has gone unfulfilled for nearly a year now. Not a good look for this AG I must say, but that is where we will step in, turning a punishment into our good fortune.”

Fey squinted down at the paper. At the top it was very clearly marked ‘gold rank only’.

Ellaria noticed where she was looking. “Ah yes, it was ear marked for bronze, but after bronze bands kept getting slaughtered en masse its minimum rank was pushed up to silver, and then gold ... and then gold bands started dying too, really we would never have been allowed to take on this job at our current rank.” she smiled in a captainy kind of way. “Of course I knew of rule four hundred thirteen, addendum rule thirty seven, add-on side article nine, annotation scribble three. What does that minotaur captain take me for? Some kind of unread plebeian? Hah!”

Fey stared at her captain. “Wait, you mean, that entire thing was—

“One of the potential outcomes I had been steering it toward, yes. Sometimes the best way to get someone to do something is to convince them that it was their idea in the first place.”

Sometimes the fire Ellaria produced was a lot less terrifying than Ellaria herself.

“Now, let us depart, Flora you can brainstorm on the way to the castle, maybe ask Vivi to draw you some plans that don’t look like literal drunken scribbles.”

Flora grumbled but put down her drink, floating into the air to follow Ellaria as Lily was lifted by her bears behind her, their many short legs drumming on the ground as they ran. Kayla came last, her flitty micro skirt Fey had bought bouncing around her hips as she rushed to catch up with her much longer legged bandmates, the tops of her new cat themed stockings wobbling around her thick thighs.

They stepped from the great hall, which absolutely reeked of musky horny horse cum and out into the fresh air, the summer sun beating down overhead from the great cloudless blue sky.

Really it was a lovely day to go die on an adventure.

Flora let out a pained groan beside Fey, squinting in the bright light like some kind of crypt goblin.

“Ohgod, why is the sun so bright?” muttered the gnome.

Before Fey could reply however a voice came from her rear.

“HUP!”

And a weight settled on her balls, a girl’s weight.

She turned her head to see Violet cheerfully waving at her from her rear end. Apparently the squirrelkin had mostly avoided the cum hurricane and only had a few large stains across her blouse.

Fey frowned.

“My balls aren’t a public convenience you know.”

“No, but I’m doing a public service in protecting them, your big, fat, taut, balls, spreading my thighs and pressing up against my-”

“I do not recommend this Fey,” said Ellaria frowning, “A civilian hanger on comes with its own problems. She’s not an adventurer.”

“So what if I don’t have one of those Class things. This is how it works right? A famous band has fans and supporters, I saw all those big impressive banners inside, all the most legendary adventurer bands have a following! That’s me! The first one for your journey to become super famous and legendary!”

She slapped her hands down a few times on Fey’s rump for emphasis.

Ellaria seemed caught off guard hearing this, her demeanour knocked off balance.

“W-well, yes, I m-mean, certainly, and when we are ahem, f-famous?”

“Obviously. A band like this is destined to be beloved by this city, there will be parades in your honour with crowds filling the streets all throwing petals into the air to celebrate your accomplishments. No one will not know the name of Magic Mog!”

Fey was astonished to see Ellaria’s eyes practically sparkle with delight hearing this, a very innocent look on her face.

“Ahem, w-well one civilian fan hanging around and cheering us on isn’t so bad ... I, ah, suppose we can always send her into the silk cave.”

“Plus I can protect the precious cargo,” muttered the squirrelkin snuggling down on Fey’s ballsack.

“Speaking of the cave, what about Vivi? Should we not go fetch her?” murmured Fey.

Ellaria waved a piece of silk in the air as she strode off. “Oh don’t worry, we can grab her at any time. Now come come, the castle isn’t far from the city, if we make good time we can be back before nightfall to rub it in those band captains’ faces.”

Fey and the others hurried after the striding elf.

At first Fey thought she was gaining less attention from random passersby than usual, but then she realised something else was drawing the city’s attention as they came out on a huge boulevard and found a crowd of people cheering and throwing pink petals into the air in celebration. A squad of what looked like people in diving suits was marching stoically down the street, diving bell helmets held high, a great cart pulled by six horses carrying a huge air tank trundling along behind them with tubes leading to their suits.

“Are they high rank adventurers?” said Fey, wondering what famous band of heroes she was looking at to get such cheers from the city’s people.

Ellaria coughed into her fist and blushed. The sparkles Fey had expected to see in her eyes at such a sight of famed adventurers were most definitely not there.

“Erm, w-well, not quite Fey...”

A shadow suddenly fell across the crowd and Fey looked up to see the sky and sun blocked by an absolutely mind bogglingly vast leg, a great snow white scaled shin that swung slowly over the boulevard covering it entirely. Fey’s heart dropped into her stomach, breathing so quickly that she was hyperventilating as QUEEN EXCALIVANIA’s leg moved overhead, the howling wind from the motion bowling over dozens of people walking down the street and blowing away much of the pink petals.

“Beautiful,” she heard an awed voice from her rear, Violet.

Fey turned her head jerkily to see what the squirrelkin was looking at. It was her. The great and terrible dragon Queen seated against the great rock outcropping, her glorious naked body displayed for all, the most gorgeous of curvy eye candy, her hill like breasts exposed without a care, the boulevard leading directly between her now spread legs and her monumental thighs, a ramp leading up to her mind bogglingly vast pussy. The target the divers were marching toward, it seemed, was her.

Fey squeaked as the dragon’s piercing blue eyes glanced down at the crowd lined boulevard below, eyes watching with amusement, looking over so many people, and to Fey’s utmost horror, just for a moment, passing over her.

She went into sheer animal panic mode and bolted, fleeing from the crowd and racing between the buildings, darting into the first alleyway she spotted, cock slap-slapping violently against her barrel as her blonde hair blew in the wind.

She slammed flat against a wall, hiding, breathing hard, hoping beyond hope that the dragon queen hadn’t seen her as prey and was now coming for her.

But it seemed she hadn’t noticed Fey at all, just another face in the crowd unseen.

She let out a long calming breath. Closing her eyes and breathing in slow then breathing out slow, counting to five each way, gradually calming her jangling nerves and minor panic attack.

“Ow,” said Violet, rubbing her forehead from where she had bounced it off Fey’s rump as she ran. “Hey why did you run from our Queen?! Don’t you like her?! Hey, are you even listening?!”

“R-really there’s nothing to panic about,” said Fey trying to reassure herself. It didn’t work, the trauma that had been the overwhelming scariness of lady Alexandria wasn’t going to go away easily.

After a little time however she found she was able to open her eyes ... just in time to see the rest of the band entering the alley ... and from around the corner next to them, The Bishop and Mary and Seth.

The three seemed to be in a sorry state, the guild hall brawl hadn’t been kind to them. Seth and the bishop sported black eyes and Mary had a cut on her cheek. The bishop’s white robes had been torn open leaving the cloth hanging from his hips, his upper body bared revealing a body rippling with lean striated muscle covered in the scars of war.

They were also still partly covered in cum, trying to towel themselves off of the stuff as they walked. They froze as they found themselves abruptly standing in front of Magic Mog.