She suddenly caught sight of the enormous flora and the egg held in Fey's arms. Her fireballs drooped as her gaze moved up and found Flora's pussy which was already being distended by the next enormous egg.
"Eggs? Fey makes eggs?... What?"
Fey weighed the heavy egg in her hands. It was… large. Roughly twenty one inches tall and sixteen inches across as its widest point she judged, it was the sort of thing she imagined a dragon might lay in size, although she had heard it said that dragons had scale covered eggs, this was certainly not scaled.
Hers. This was hers, she had created it, she wondered exactly what would come out of it when it eventually hatched…
"Centaurs don't lay eggs, so what exactly is that?" said Ellaria, an eyebrow raised in question.
"Erm, it's to do with that one dungeon Ella, we think," began Fey. "The eggs on the entrance door…"
"And I was totally right about that," said Vivi as Wummy's tentacles plucked the enormous egg from Fey's hands. "She's an egg-laying centaur because of whoever built that crazy dungeon. Called it."
The tentacles moved the egg into Vivi's waiting paws. The fox girl looked significantly more pregnant than she had been, her vast belly being held up by a clutching cup of glossy white tentacles, her pregnancy covering her abdomen and most of her thighs, her fat milky breasts resting heavily atop the dome of it. She was large, but still nowhere near as big as she had been after syphoning all the cum in Octavia away last night, Wummy had apparently dealt with that overnight, returning her to just being filled with eggs and slime monster and not horse cum, eggs, and slime monster.
"Huh, this egg is really heavy, and way bigger than that one Wummy first pulled out," said Vivi, weighing the thing up and down in her paws.
"M-maybe they grow bigger the longer they're inside? What happened to that egg she showed me anyway?"
"Oh, that, Flo said she felt less motherly and full with it outside so she stuffed it back inside. Guess it's still in there somewhere now huh."
The fox girl turned the egg over as she spoke, eyeing the pink metallic flecks across the clean white surface, shiny with Flora's juices.
"I wonder how-
The fox girl's pads slipped on the slippery surface and the egg plopped out of her pads, falling… directly on top of a stone on the ground. A collective intake of breath followed and everyone froze as the egg seemed to fall in slow motion, about to be smashed to pieces upon the stone, not even Wummy's tentacles were fast enough to catch the falling thing and they snatched at the air inches above
The egg crashed into the rock with a distressingly loud sound.
And the rock was instantly crushed to dust and powder underneath the completely undamaged and perfectly fine egg.
"I, uhh, guess they're kinda tough for eggs?" said Vivi, guiltily scratching the back of her head.
"VIIVIIII!! You dropped my EGGG!!!" shrieked Fey.
"Hey hey hey calm down, everything's fine see!" said Vivi as Wummy's tentacles scooped up the egg and handed it back to her. "Look, it's basically invulnerable." She said as she dropped it again crushing another rock.
Fey looked like she was about to have an aneurysm.
Vivi stroked her chin as Wummy picked up the egg once more "Hey... you know how I've lost my sword... maybe this wouldn't be such a bad replacement huh? I could cause some real damage beating a monster over the head with this, cave a few skulls in, shatter a few spines..." She examined the egg as Wummy held it up, rotating it so Vivi could see every side..
Ellaria took a decisive step forward and grabbed the egg from Wummy's tentacles.
"No Vivi, I understand you are having serious sword withdrawals right now but you can't use Flora's egg as a weapon to replace it... no matter how seemingly indestructible the egg is."
Wummy's tentacles darted out trying to grab the egg back from the elf for Vivi, Ellaria jumped backwards, moving the egg away from the tentacles, but the tentacles chased and grew in number. Realising she was fighting a losing battle the elf put the egg on the ground and sat on top of it, using it like a seat and preventing it from being taken.
She glared at the tentacles as they forlornly retreated back into Vivi, sucking back up into her pussy.
Behind them Flora let out a scream and another egg plopped free from her straining puss. It slid over her belly and fell to earth where it was caught in a blanket stretched out by a dozen teddy bears.
Lily nodded and pointed directing the bears. The otterkin was also mostly naked, only a light transparent pink shift on her upper torso, the thing far far too small for breasts, not even reaching half way over them and leaving her nipples exposed. Clearly she had just crawled out of her tent, as was made obvious by a big yawn she covered over with one hand.
The teddy bears took the eggs and following Lily's direction rolled it aside, preparing the blanket for the next to come.
"Hnnnnnn why does it feel so fhuuucking gewwwd!" wailed Flora as yet another egg pushed free. Her lips slipped around the large object and barely having time to recover before the next egg was pushing free, then the next, and the next, her voice rose higher with each progressive egg, the stimulation stacking and building on itself in a positive feedback loop until her legs were thrashing at the air and a long powerful spray of clear fluid came with each birthed egg, sprinkling down over the teddy bears tending her.
Fey couldn't help but be hypnotised by the sight, this was her brood mother, her girl made fat with eggs now birthing them.
Her cock slapped up against her barrel with excitement, a cup of precum spurting from the tip to spatter access the grass. She couldn't help it, her body was tense, heated, the sight of all her breeding coming to monumental fruition in the screaming howling cumming gnome girl. There was something so unbelievably primal about it.
Flora was lost in an ocean of pleasure, stretched like nothing before and stretched without stop, like the stroke of a dick plunging through her unprepared cunny except the singular stroke just did not stop.
Fey held up a hand as droplets of Flora rained down, her naked breasts gaining hundreds of clear pearls of fluid, the sheer aroused pleasure of the gnome's birthing rivalling that of when Fey rutted her.
Already a dozen of the eggs had piled up, the disciplined teddy bears taking them and stacking them high. Each egg was sloppy glossy wet with Flora, strings of her slightly sticky juices strung between them like cobwebs over the surface. The surface of each egg was pearlescent white and refracted a multitude of colours at fresnel angles, tiny flecks of metallic pink much like Flora's hair scattered across the surface. The eggs were… well, beautiful, like some master jeweler had made some fabulous version of a normal egg, putting untold effort into getting everything just right, their clean symmetrical curves pleasing to the eye in a way that made you want to pick one up and examine it.
For the first time that dark hunger deep inside Fey was given a kind of satisfaction, a satisfaction in a job well done. The only problem was, seeing that such a success was quite possible made it want... more, MORE, MORRREEEEE! Breed more pussies, stuff more wombs fat with her progeny, breed and breed and breeeeed and-
Safe to say she wanted more of this, much more.
Flora losing her mind giving birth wasn't just having an effect on Fey, the sight of what could be was causing the others to bite their lips and rub their thighs together, droplets of arousal frequently falling from between.
A trembling hand touched Fey's bucking spurting cock and she glanced to the side to see Octavia ducking beneath her barrel. She was joined by Lily who tried to duck between the mouse girls legs but found her over grown breasts simply too large to fit, desperate to get closer she scrambled around.
She could feel them. Octavia clutching onto her pulsing length, tongue washing across its surface, her free hands dipping into her shorts, her entire hand plunging in and out of her folds. Her length suddenly dipped as Lily leapt up and grabbed on, her body fully suspended, her legs desperately kicking at the air as she tried to keep hold. A pair of dolls dashed beneath and grabbed hold of her legs helping her stay up. She didn't waste any time and buried her face in dick, tiny little tongue desperately lapping. Once she was steady and happy the dolls reached up and took hold of her shorts, yanking them down. Her thick otter tale shoved up inside of her snatch, thrusting in and out in and out as she openly worshipped the dominating horse dick.
Even Ellaria was being affected by the sight.
"Quite impressive really…" she murmured her eyes drifting to the rising stack of large eggs. She swallowed uncomfortably and rocked her naked hips on top of the egg she was sat upon. She could be like this, an egg stuffed mess cumming her brains out as she gave birth, Fey's brood mare, a happy satisfied queen birthing a vast clutch.
She could feel her her lower parts heating up as was so often the case around Fey, her perfectly shaped divine pussy becoming slick with wet, sleek pink folds becoming puffy with arousal, clit and nipples stiffening in the open air.
Surreptitiously she slipped a hand between her thighs, imagination running wild as she imagined her belly swelling outward with her own eggs, belly button popping out with the strain as an unimaginable clutch grew within, bigger, bigger, bigger she would grow, swelling until rooms couldn't contain her gravid pregnancy, until her breasts contained more milk than whole barrels each just desperately trying to keep up with the multiplying brood in her belly, bigger, more, she would have Fey ejaculate in her every day until she was multi-impregnated until she was more pregnancy than woman, her vast fecund body teeming with so much life that it would put fertility goddesses to shame. Yes, she was going to drain Fey's balls dry, until that damnable centaur couldn't cum for an entire month, she would be first amongst Fey's harem, the one that could take her without limit, the biggest, most pregnant, most satisfied. It was only right, as the band's captain, obviously, it was part of her authority.
"Y-yesssss!" she softly moaned along with the sound of fluid gushing down the egg, a fresh sheen of elven juices coating it. Ellaria lifted a shaky hand from between her thighs to her mouth and brushed her soaked fingers across her lips, then she peeked her tongue out, tasting. Irresistible. unable to help herself she licked her fingers clean. Just another part of her transformation into perfection, she tasted heavenly, crisp and sharp and electrifying.
She blinked as something occurred to her, a womb was evolved to be fertile, naturally that only happened to varying degrees, no woman alive didn't have some small thing that could be better in this regard, that was normal. Difficulties in getting pregnant, few offspring, small offspring, sickly offspring, the list went on.
But Ellaria now? With her perfected body? A shudder of anticipation ran through her as she realised that it wasn't just her outside that had been affected, a womb perfect in purpose meant the most fertile womb in existence.
Her hips rocked side to side in excitement, squirming atop the egg, the very thought was turning her on to such a degree that she nearly came on the spot. A squeaking sound filled the air as her slick wet flesh rubbed against the perfectly glossy smooth surface of the egg, her lower lips smeared apart by the shell.
She couldn't help it, she ground down harder, and then she realy did cum again, a spurt of squirt escaping from her close pressed flesh to sprinkle out across the damp grass. Her hands lifted and mauled at her breasts as she ground harder, and then with a jerk, she felt her lips spread wide, slurping on the surface of the egg, gulping at it as though at a massive dick it was hungry to draw inside.
Ellaria swallowed. She was sitting on one of Fey's eggs and her pussy desired it.
Could she? No, that was madness.
But then, some small tiny sample of that pure motherliness of Flora, to just feel that for a moment… Would that be so wrong?
Her hips writhed and squirmed entirely of their own volition and she slowly started to sink, her ravenous snatch inching across the surface, muscles allowing for divine stimulation of a dick now allowed her pussy to get at what it thirsted for.
She bit her lip hard. She should really stop herself, this was Flora's egg really, she couldn't, she shouldn't.