"M-maybe, b-but I'm practising! I need to level up!"
Flora scoffed. "Leveling out of battle doesn't work, it's a fools task."
"She's level twelve Flo," said Fey butting in.
Flora nearly fell out of the air, her arms coming uncrossed in sheer surprise.
"Over fourteen now!" said Lily beaming.
"That- but you haven't done anything!" said the Gnome outraged.
"It kind of makes sense Flora," said Vivi looking at her paw which was still warm from touching Fey's balls. "Haven't you thought it odd? I know you've been leveling, me too, I got a Limit Break for gods sake, I never thought I would get one, but I've been leveling up so much recently and it just kinda happened."
"That's because we've been fighting so much, duh."
"Is it just that though? Because I haven't leveled up this fast from just fighting in a long long time, not since my early levels… Something feels… different."
"What are you saying?" said Flora squinting down at the vulpine.
Vivi sighed and let her paw drop. "I don't really know yet. But I know you know something is different. Fey is… making us stronger somehow."
Flora scoffed loudly at that, although a little doubt crept into her expression.
"Lots and lots of centaur milking did it for me!" said Lily cheerfully.
"Whatever. I don't believe you. You're obviously just some over the top Affinity lucker. And anyway give me that!"
She grabbed at the air and the Flora doll was snatched out of Lily's hands and floated up to Flora. She reached out for it hesitantly.
"S-scared you're going to tear a hole in the fabric of reality and kill the universe?" said Fey looking up at the gnome with a slightly cheeky look.
Flora scowled and grabbed for the doll. She drew in a breath and froze up as she touched it, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did.
Vivi let out a bark of laughter. "That was worth seeing, you looked like you were about to poo yourself in fright Flo!"
"Shut up, shut up! I did not!"
Furious, the Gnome snapped her hand out and a twig lifted up from the side of the road and launched itself at Vivi. In a flash of movement a tentacle whipped out from beneath the hem of Vivi's shorts, grabbed the twig, and flicked it back at Flora where it bounced off her pregnant belly. The tentacles slurped up back inside Vivi in less than a moment leaving the vulpine mewling and stumbling trying to keep her balance, her paw desperately holding up her enormous belly as clear lubricant ran down her inner thighs.
"S-serves y-you r-right!" Vivi managed to choke out while glaring at the gnome, and then in a hushed whisper "t-too rough still Wummy,"
"Please drop it Flora, this isn't worth fighting about," said Fey, and to her surprise after giving the fox girl a few more dirty looks she did.
Instead, Flora focused on the doll she held on top of her breasts. She inspected it carefully and couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship even if it was a bit creepy to be holding a doll of herself. Whoever had made it had done a good job, even the tone of hair was the perfect pink, exactly as her own, even when she held her hair up to it it was the exact same colour. She ran her fingers over its short stack body. The breasts weren't nearly as large proportionally as hers were currently, but then she supposed it was made with her being in an unpregnant state in mind. She touched at the nipples through the doll's blouse and felt the tingle of her own touch on her enormous breasts.
Well, maybe this would have some uses, she certainly had had some difficulty reaching every part of her own body while in such a heavily pregnant state. Suddenly curious she pulled apart the dolls shorts wondering what she would find. To her disappointment the doll was sexless, just a smooth area where genitals might have been. Still, she poked at it experimentally and found that she could feel it still, if only on her muff.
"Curious," she muttered, "could this be... hmm."
Like a great rusty but improbably powerful machine, machinations were grinding to life in Flora's mind. She had plans for what to do with these dolls of the band, oh she had plans, and she was sure she could bully- ahem, persuade Lily to help.
For a gnome's memory was long and patient and-
Flora was interrupted from her navel gazing by the sound of stamping feet. She looked up to find a full battalion marching down the road decked out in full plate lorica gleaming in the sun, their battalion flag vexillum held up at the front resplendent with the emblem of Lady Alexandria.
"Uh, what's up with that?"
"I think it's probably for the village," said Fey, "When we first saved them from the caves one of the villages found a horse and rode off to the city to beg for aid, I guess maybe this is it?"
"Hmphh. Adventurers always having to step in to do a soldier's job."
"That's cause adventures are just straight up better," nodded Vivi wisely.
"Uhm, isn't it because the legions can't be everywhere at once whereas adventures can because they are everywhere?" said Lily.
"Nah, it's because soldiers suck!"
"Oh, okay I- I guess that makes sense."
"Keep learning from me and you'll be one of the good ones someday," promised Vivi.
It wasn't long before the city came into sight, the great sprawling stoney white wash of Bine laid out once more before them, its beauty bright in the summer sun. Magic Mog had seen it before of course, and the Hammer Horns didn't even give it a moment's glance, eager to get back to the city. When they came upon the gates they were faced with the same long queue as their first time entering the city. Magic Mog and the Hammer Horns shared an equal amount of loud complaints about the delay, which just seemed to irritate the other people in the queue who muttered about brash adventurers.
Their entrance was almost prevented by a number of guards at one point, guards who had caught sight of the extremely pregnant Flora and the extremely naked and obscene lower half of Fey. The guards were pointing angrily and walking toward them when suddenly a runner appeared. The guards took one look at the runner and about-faced, immediately swerving away from him and the bands who the messenger was approaching.
It wasn't hard to figure out why, the runner's expensive looking clothing was emblazoned with Lady Alexandria's emblem. It was the Lady's personal messenger, and of a species Fey hadn't seen before, a wiry and fit hare person with washboard abs, which she supposed made a certain amount of sense as a species suited to that job.
He bounced to a halt in front of Ellaria and Braddox.
"Ellaria De'loquint and Braddox Granitium?"
"Yes?"
He marked something off on a note and then handed over an envelope to the elf and one to the minotaur. Ellaria stared at what looked by all appearances to be a gold painted wax seal. Extravagant.
Then as she was staring, mildly stunned, a second and third runner arrived, and then a fourth, although not quite as elite looking as the Lady's runner. All three of them thrust envelopes into Ellaria's hands until she was carrying four separate envelopes.
"Uhm, what's with the sudden interest?" said Fey trotting up beside her.
"Famous? What?" said Ellaria.
"No I said-"
"I don't know Fey," said Ellaria briskly moving on from her slip. "This is probably nothing." Although she quickly and excitedly opened the top most envelope using a line of fire to part the paper.
Fey squinted down at it. "Is... that a tailor's insignia?"
Ellaria quickly scanned through it and blinked. "It is a tailor, they say they want me to come to their shop for some kind of creation? Free of charge."
Flora made a grumpy noise. "Remember what I told you about mages falling all over themselves for elves? Well now that she's all prettified it's going to be ten times worse."
"I'm sure this tailor has perfectly natural reasons to want to work with me, perhaps due to my excellence as an adventurer, I believe the most renowned and famous adventurers often acquire gifts like this as businesses use them as a form of advertising. This is likely the same thing, a craftsman recognizing an opportunity with an up and coming band like ours."
"An up and coming band that has to go scrounging in the shit filled sewers for money?" muttered Flora.
Ellaria carefully ignored that, she was feeling far too pleased with herself to be bothered by Flora's snark.
Beside her, Braddox had flicked open his envelope from Lady Alexandria. The paper on the inside was excessively thick and perfumed and looked very expensive, the writing upon it done in such an excessively floral looping calligraphy that it was nearly unreadable.
"It says the Lady has heard of what we did and wishes to publicly award us for going beyond what is expected of lowly adventurers in saving the villagers from the Kobogons."
"Lowly? We're not lowly," said Ellaria.
"It actually put it a lot less kindly than that, but I still believe the Lady means well. We should go, it would be good for our standing in the Adventurers Guild and likely lead to some private commissions just by dint of getting our names out and being talked about."
As Ellaria was grumbling Flora plucked one of the envelopes from her hands. "Oh, this one is actually for Fey," said Flora, still opening it herself despite both Ellaria and Fey glaring daggers at her.
She pulled out the contents which turned out to just be a note.
"It's from Rina, she says she understands now why there was some concern about being able to stay at her mansion. She says everything is smoothed over and we can stay but we should come sooner rather than later. She doesn't say why."
Ellaria pulled open the last envelope as Flora spoke.
"That's fine, if it really is urgent I suppose we can split up while I go to the guild and collect our fee. Oh excellent!"
"What is it?" said Fey.
"It's the adventurers school, they say they've accepted my offer and are willing to bring me on as soon as possible!"
Braddox glanced over at her. "The adventurer's school? Ah, I can imagine they would be desperate to hire on people, I was thinking of teaching some classes myself."
"They are? Why?"
"It's Lady Alexandria, she's poached all their best people for her legion."
"O-oh," said Fey, "That, uhm, lines up with my experience with her. I really don't know about going to this ceremony of hers, what if she tries to take one of us? What if she tries to take me?!"
"I'm sure it will be fine Fey, it is in public after all. It's not like we can't leave if she gets pushy."
Fey wasn't sure if she believed that in the slightest, but she decided to let it drop for now. Instead, she split from Vivi and Lily and Ellaria who were going to the AG and followed after Flora, and Kayla apparently floating overhead, although she could only take Flora's word for that since she had become entirely invisible with the draining of the last of the cum in her by a certain slime monster.
There was an awkward moment where the three minotaur girls started walking along with Fey, momentarily forgetting they were part of a band and under their band captain's thumb. Braddox quickly corrected them on that mistake and they scuttled after him after he bellowed a command. As they left dozens of naked glowing mini Baerindas with butterfly wings appeared around Fey and placed kisses on every part of her body, especially her lower parts. As the real Baerinda disappeared into the crowd they faded and Fey was left stunned in place as Flora gave her questioning looks.
"It's n-nothing, we should go," said Fey, quickly trotting onward.
They made their way through the city, with some amount of difficulty due to the amount of attention that Flora was drawing. Which was a problem as it caused those same eyes drawn to her to eventually drift down to Fey, and then a little lower where eyebrows were swiftly raised. Not having an intimidating fiery red headed elf striding ahead of them didn't help either as people seemed less afraid to approach, and if those that approached happened to be female, and in heat, and scenting the air, well things weren't exactly going smoothly. Fey already had a trail of over a dozen species walking along behind her, their eyes locked onto her enormous swaying balls.
By the time they arrived at the front gates to the mansion paws and hands were snatching touches and feels of said balls.
"S-so hot, how are they so hot, I can feel the heat of them and I'm not even touching them!" said a human girl.
"You don't think they're real do you?"
"No. Obviously fake, some magical trick, like the gnome.... but that smell, that smell is real, gods it's making me feel heated!
The girls all drew in long appreciative breaths through their noses, one even sagging as the scent hit her, nearly falling over and having to hang onto people nearby to keep upright.
"F-fuck, this is bad, I- I think I need this-" said a squirrel tailed girl as she stumbled forward and buried her face in the larger than melon sized things. Fey skittered forward in surprise, the short girl being dragged along behind her as she clung to her. Her cock throbbed rigid at the attention, slapping up against her barrel and messily spraying cups and cups of precum over her front legs and all over the ground.
It only took a moment before the heady scent of the precum rolled over the girls and they swarmed forward, hands and paws grasping for her.
"F-flora h-help!"
The gnome rolled her eyes and flicked her hands sending the horde of women stumbling back.
"Get inside already, I'm not waiting all day Fey," said the gnome floating over a pair of gates.
It took Fey a moment to realise that they had arrived at Rina's mansion and that the gold capped iron gates in front of her were in fact the front gates to the mansion. She fled inside and turned to see Flora slamming the gates shut with her power and moving an ornamental boulder in front of them ensuring they wouldn't be opened any time soon.
The nearly two dozen girls outside stared forlornly through the bars at her.
Fey felt a little bad.
But she could also feel her balls growing larger, slowly creeping down her back legs, reacting to their pleas.
Maybe she should go out there and breed those needy women full of her seed, leaving them as leaky balls of cum, she was the best answer to their desire and heat after all, just kick that boulder aside and-
"Fey, come on, what are you dawdling for?"
She blinked and realised that Flora was already a fair way ahead of her. She trotted to catch up wondering just where that thought had come from. Not ejaculating for such a long time was starting to affect her badly, she needed to do something and soon.
Flora rapped on the mansion door and this time they were immediately answered. A huge pink scaled and pink haired lamia woman appeared in the doorway, somehow making the enormous entrance appear a little less enormous. It was Rina.
"Fey!" exclaimed the lamia, clearly extremely pleased to see her. She grabbed hold of Fey's hands and swiftly dragged her inside, the centaur too surprised to do anything about it, her hooves clattering on the marble as she was dragged along by the impressively strong lamia.
Bemused, Flora followed in her wake.
The happily chattering Rina led them to a reception room, a large one that was specially made for her judging by the number of lamia chaises around.
Fey came to a grinding halt as they entered, her legs and hooves locking up as an occupant of one of the plush couches came into view, his legs up on a footstool as he relaxed into the cushions. It was Tami's father and Rina's husband, a human man. He was currently sipping on what looked like a fruity beverage, the glass filled with ice and red fruits. The edge of the glass disappeared beneath his very large and voluminous black moustache as he sipped, his eyes locked on and unmoving from Fey, his brow furrowed in anger. Beside him a servant gently fanned him with a feather fan.
"H-hi?" said Fey, terrified.
"So, you are the one who did… that... to my daughter."
"Oh, get off your high horse Iskren, we've already gone over this enough times. Tami is old enough to do as she wishes, if she wanted that, which she has profusely and repeatedly said that she did, then it's fine."
"She was turned into, into-! She's full of-!!!" the man's moustache wiggled madly as he struggled to articulate his fury.
"She's full of horse cum, yes your daughter got stuffed full of the stuff while being getting the fucking of a life time, you should be happy for her!" said Flora, extremely helpfully.
As she spoke Iskren's face had been slowly getting redder and redder and had now surpassed the colour of the fruits in his drink. With a *tink* a crack appeared on his glass and he was forced to ease his tense grip for fear of shattering it.