At last the lamia slumped to the ground limp, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as her massive breasts wobbled back and forth, her pussy slowly closing up from its ridiculous stretching, Fey's magic gradually returning her to her original unstretched state.
Rina looked up blearily as a pink haired gnome face appeared above her.
"That was fun, want to go again?"
"Hell Ye-..." she glanced at the crowd, "Ahem. No, no thank you Flora. Nurses aren't patients."
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The band made their way to the front gates of the city along with the caravan. The huge carved wooden doors were swung wide, a steady stream of traffic entering and leaving the city in a continuous flow, the guards smoothly and efficient checking each person who entered or left.
The caravaneers pulled up and the guards began moving amongst them, peering inside the caravans and asking questions.
One guard with a drooping moustache peered at Fey, then his eyes ran down to Fey's lower half and widened in shock seeing her still throbbing boner, although it had at least been cleaned of the layer of white it had been covered in.
"Miss centaur I'm not going to allow you in like that. Please… s-soften yourself."
"Soften?"
The guard gave her an uncomfortable look, unhappy he had to explain such a lewd thing.
"Please un-erect your penis."
Fey tilted her head to the side questioningly.
"He's saying you need to get rid of the dick you stupid centaur." A younger more muscular man to the moustached man's side stood forward, tapping his spear on the ground and giving Fey a cold look.
"Erm, I'm not sure I can, unless you have a… guard of the night?"
Now it was the guards turn to look confused.
Flora piped up helpfully, "She's saying she can't take it down unless you let her fuck you in the ass."
The moustachioed guard turned a deeper shade of red and the jaw of the younger muscular guard flopped open.
"N-not quite what I meant Flora…"
The younger guard slammed the butt of his spear and spat to the side.
"You were already on thin ice centaur and you just broke through to the waters below. A night in our cells while we decide what to do with you I think would sort you out."
The younger guard reached forward and grabbed hold of Fey's arm.
"Come on, come with me."
"N-no! You don't understand! Let go of me! Quickly!"
The guard hauled on Fey and finding that the centaur didn't move even a fraction of an inch turned back to her, even angrier than before. This female centaur was so much stronger than he? No!
"Listen girl, if you don't want to have a really bad night in the cells, and I can very much ensure it's the worst night of your life, you're going to come with me, right goddam now. Right n-now- wait, what's happening!?"
As the guard spoke his voice was gradually getting higher and higher pitched and his body was shrinking down, becoming skinnier and weaker and softer, quickly losing height.
Fey quickly grabbed hold of the guard's hand and managed to rip him from her forearm before it went too far. She had already gained a solid half-inch of height however to her dismay.
The guard stumbled back, his armour and clothes now comically far too large for him.
What did you do! Screamed the young man looking over his body. He blinked and then a look of blind panic crossed his face and he yanked his trousers forward and stared down at what remained of his manhood. He let out a blood-curdling scream as he saw his new nub.
The moustachioed guard stared at his now suddenly de-masculinised comrade then slowly turned on Fey a look of fury causing his moustache to waggle out of control. He opened his mouth to begin shouting when a lash of pink scales appeared and a tail tip slapped across his mouth silencing him.
The very large lamia woman looked down at the guard and he paled slightly under her gaze.
"Is there a problem here?"
The guard managed to remove the tail with difficulty and cleared his throat.
"M-miss Rina! Ah, we were just seeing to our duty, a problematic-"
"Fey here is one of my most important customers, what precisely is it you think you are doing with my precious person?"
The moustachioed guard gave her a blank look then swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"We-... we were just letting her pass by, a friend of Miss Rina is clearly a friend of the city, of course!"
The guard abruptly backed up pulling the near gibbering younger guard with him. They scuttled away, the younger guard desperately holding his trousers up to prevent them from falling.
Fey gave the lamia an appreciative look, suddenly made a lot more aware of the powerful merchant's importance.