Previously on Centaurus: The band leave on a journey to the west through ancient forest seeking a dungeon to dive. They decide to hire a local guide to take them there to avoid getting lost in the endless woods. Unfortunately the guide turned out to have been plotting machinations on Fey from the very start. The guide succeeded in her hidden agenda and achieved what she truly wanted.
Now Chapter 29:
"I can't come up with the words, I just can't! Quick! Someone describe to me how it made you feel!"
"Uhh, like an intense pressure in my core, or something, I don't know I'm an artist not a writer. Whatever."
"Like a morning stretch but so much more, being spread that way on a ginormous horse dick there's nothing more satisfying, and it's so intense cause I'm smol! I'm like a little cocksleeve!"
"The sheer size and output does make one wonder what one ever saw in any male, *cough* I mean, I, uh, imagine that is how it would make one feel if they experienced being penetrated by such a monstrous tool."
"She's totally a goddess of fertility, of course it's going to be a life changing dicking, being stretched out and left gaped is the best feeling ever, not to mention the tons of cum." Flora slapped her preggers belly as if to emphasise her words.
Fey's cheeks went from pink to scarlet as they talked.
"P-please stop talking about me like that guys, it- it feels really really weird…"
"Yes, the feeling, not Fey herself, I have plenty of fond words for Fey, " said Octavia twirling her pen between her fingers as she walked.
The sound of a disembodied voice cleared their throat.
"Uhm, in the throes of being r-rutted? Well, I can't think straight when that's happening, I feel lost! Sometimes I try to control the clenches or convulsions of my p-pussy, but it doesn't work when I'm so stretched out with her size, made so f-fucking sensitive. The surging downwave makes me l-lose control, trying to stay on top of it just makes the reversing force that much more wild. The thrusting penetration pushes me higher and higher and higher, becoming so intense I can't speak, I can't breathe, I can't think, until I'm throwing my head back and screaming, until I feel like I can't take it anymore and everything is roaring in my ears."
The voice was becoming more confident as they spoke.
"Then after reaching the peak I come crashing down, floppy limp, my whole body glowing and pulsing until it focuses back on my core, my pussy is left contracting over and over with after shocks, it feels amaaaazing! Each contraction is fast and so strong at first then slowing, until I'm so sensitive that I can barely move. The afterglow feels like I'm high and I just want to lay there stuffed full with gallons and gallons of horse cum in my womb, just feeling incredible and complete, like a deep primal need to be bred has been satisfied that never could have been before."
The rest of the band stared at the spot in the air where Kayla floated.
"...Yeah, uh, that." said Flora.
Octavia's pen continued to scribble furiously in her book, copying down everything the otterkin said.
"Gods, I'm going to write the best thing the newsletter has ever seen, sales are going to go through the roof."
"Isn't this club only a few days old?"
"Yes, but in this market there's frantic demand for more and more and more. Why do you think there's fiction alongside the true Fey stories? Of course the real deal stories are way more popular but the demand is so strong that even the fake ones are desperately grabbed up as soon as they get published. The club wants more Fey and I intend to supply it."
"You people are all absolutely crazy," said Flora, "...So, uh, just so I know how to avoid it, where would someone come across one of these terrible slanderous newsletters?"
"Flora!"
"What? I said I wanted to know so I can avoid such an awful thing, specifically know, exact location… and price, so I can ensure I don't have enough money on me to accidentally purchase it."
Ellaria rolled her eyes then glanced ahead.
"Ah, is this it Octavia?"
The mouse girl looked up from her writings.
A large stone entrance stood before them. Nearly twenty feet tall and constructed from coal black stonework. The stone was marred and chipped with age, suspicious rust red stains criss crossing beneath crawling dark green ivy that wound across its surface.
"It's not like I led you to the wrong dungeon. This is the place."
"Uhm, that is quite… scary looking, are we, ah, sure about this?"
"Hey I'm just a guide for lumber jacks, don't ask me."
"Yes, we will be descending down into the dungeon. Control your fear Lily for fear is the prologue to death, best never to read it."
This did not seem to help Lily's state of mind and she paled further, making big wary eyes at the dark dark depths the entrance stood over.
"Good luck, don't die!" said Octavia cheerily, perching on a pillar of fallen stonework beside the entrance, her pen returning to her book.
Vivi had been frowning at something on the ground and had barely glanced at the entrance. As the band prepared to enter Wummy extended a tentacle down from the hem of her skirt and pulled something from the long grass. It was a rucksack.
"Hey… what is this?"
Ellaria paused and then approached, her brow creasing in concern.
"A pack. A pack that has clearly been left out in the open but has not begun to fall to nature. Look, it's clean still." She leaned in as Wummy held it out, another few tentacles appeared then flipped open the flap and pulled free a number of basic camping supplies amongst other things. "...It also has all the signs of belonging to an adventurer."
"What does that mean to us?"
Ellaria straightened back up, a slightly displeased look on her face.
"It means that an adventuring band was here recently, perhaps very recently."
"Recent enough that they could still be inside the dungeon?"
"I do not know… Come."