Previously on Centaurus: A Queen and her subjects petitioned Fey to save their species from extinction as all their males had died out. Fey agreed but things soon spiraled out of control with just one greedy princess left at the end become vast and gravid with both cum and magic.
Now, Chapter 33:
The white dome speckled with the occasional pink scale could still be distantly seen over the treetops, even after the band had been travelling for some time, the cum belly of the princess was just that large.
"Well, I think this is the first time you've made a landmark Fey, probably a permanent one judging by the frankly insane amount of magical power that princess is radiating. I can't see anything or anyone being able to move her if she doesn't want them to, she's like a bulwark fortress unto herself. I'd go as far as saying this is a, ahem, total catastrofuck, as Flora would probably put it," said Ellaria. The elf was still completely stark naked, strolling over the grass by the road, elegantly arced pregnancy swaying gently side to side with each motion.
"I did not cause that! I did not! I did it with them a little bit just like they asked, a-and I didn't make Princess Priscilla really huge, she did that herself by stealing from the others!"
"She's right," said Lily between mouthfuls. The otterkin had a plate balanced on her chest as she walked, the levitating bra helping to keep it all up. She was surrounded by a dozen teddy bears who were also carrying plates stacked with food. Her breasts had visibly inched larger since she had woken that morning, Vivi's attempts at trying to sate the ravenous little otterkin's appetite proven hopeless. "She didn't make the princess like that, the princess did, and the Queen. My teddybears saw and heard everything, really It was all the lizardfolk's squabbling and nothing to do with Fey, if anything Fey got taken advantage of for being a nice person." She shook her head as she scarfed down ten rashers of bacon in one go. "Monsters aren't good, they eat people, they can never be good, only totally evil baddies who need to be stopped… Erk!"
Lily nearly choked on her next mouthful of bacon as a glossy white tentacle flicked one of her nipples painfully hard, a sprinkle of milk coming with it. After a moment of spluttering on too much bacon the otterkin managed to look over at Vivi who had her paws on her hips, a halo of tentacles around her emerging from her pussy.
"Er, with the exception of Wummy, of-of course, ob-obviously!" corrected Lily.
The sound of strange beeping and jingling noises coming from below Fey interrupted them from continuing, along with furious tapping and muttering, and then a loud "GAME OVER" voice followed by the gnome's colourful swearing.
Fey shifted uncomfortably, her gentle trot not as smooth as she would like. It just wasn't easy to be smooth when you had a gnome girl using your dick as a bed. Flora had grabbed the position once they had decamped from the Princess, flitting underneath her barrel and lying on top her length, squeezing herself between the top of Fey's dick and her barrel above, thighs straddling the thickness, knees pressed in either side as she rested her stomach atop, the short flitty white micro skirt she had taken to wearing since her birth resting gently over her rotund rear and draping over Fey's rigidity.
Of course while the gnome girl was no longer pregnant she did still have enormous breasts and the great soft pillowy orbs spilt down either side of Fey's dick. More importantly, the gnome was essentially giving Fey a very slight walking boob job. That was contributing to her lack of smoothness the most.
"Fuck fuckity fuckfuckfuck what even is this bullshit, I move left and right on the tracks and I jump up and down but the spikey bullshit hits my little guy and the coins don't even do anything!"
Flora grumbled and Fey let out a little shiver as she felt the vibrations of the gnome's voice roll through her cock. That was unavoidable considering how close the gnome was, she was essentially wrapped around her dick with only her head peeking past the crown, her arms hung dangling below holding up the glowing rectangle to her face which she was furiously tapping at. She was so incensed by whatever it was that she was doing with the rectangle that it was almost like she had completely forgotten that her chin was resting on the ridged edge of the blunt tip and that she was lying lazily atop a centaur's dick.
Fey couldn't help it, a quick spray of precum gushed from her urethra and splashed against the glowing rectangle, the clear fluid beading on the glassy surface, and wetting Flora's bare forearms.
"Hey! Do you mind? I'm trying to play down here! Gods how many times is this now, control yourself you damned horny centaur!"
"It- It's a l-little m-much together!" keened Fey.
Of course, Flora wasn't the only one causing her problems. Octavia had not been happy that Flora had snatched up Fey's dick as a bed, and worse, wasn't even being penetrated by it! Such a waste! She had complained loudly and annoyingly until Fey offered her a ride on her back in the hopes that she would quiet down.
The mousekin had agreed… but once she had gotten on top of Fey's back she had progressively inched herself backwards, grinding her soaking pussy on top of Fey with each motion until she had finally slid all the way back to Fey's rear and then eased herself down the arcing curve of her buttocks… and landed on top of Fey's enormous balls, using them as a seat.
Of course her balls had not reacted well to that and Octavia's soaked shorts were being roughly and violently massaged as unimaginable amounts of horse sperm threw themselves at the interior of Fey's testicles over and over and over desperately trying to get inside the mousekin's swollen pussy just a little bit above.
Octavia let out another little gasping yelp as the surface of Fey's balls bulged out and pushed against the tight fit fabric of her soaked short shorts, actually managing to spread her puffy lips with the slight bulge, then pulled back and thrust again, punching at her clit. She fell forward with a toe-curling squeal over Fey's rear as she came, a fresh wash of her juices spilling down the much greater than melon-sized balls.
This only seemed to excite the sperm more and the thrusting up into her redoubled.
"G-gods how are they s-so damned virulent!" she cried, biting down hard on her lip. "It's unreal!"
Breath heavy, body sweaty, Octavia tried to focus on the real task at hand. A book was open and set out on top of Fey's haunches, the mousekin desperately trying to hold it in place with one hand while with her other hand she frantically scribbled, pen held in a death grip.
She cried out once more, pen scraping a long line over the page.
"D-dammnit Fey I-I need to get this wr-writtennnnn ddooowwwnn!"
"You can move you know!!!" wailed Fey back as a full-on cup of precum sprayed from her cock, back spattering from the glowing rectangle into Flora's face leaving her sputtering. "You don't have to sit on my balls!"
"NUU! I need to sit on your balls Fey! They're my inspiration! My muse! I can't write my best otherwise and then the newsletter wouldn't get the best stories and all your female fans wouldn't cum as hard over you Fey!"
"But I really don't want that!" wailed Fey.
"You do though!" Octavia wailed in turn "Think of how many will fantasise of being fucked by you and seek you out once they hear you are for real! You'll never want for emptying your always overfilled balls and they'll be totally understanding and accepting of you!"
"I already get too much! I don't want more- more- more pussies to stretch and fill and girls to ruin- I- D-don't I want tha- No I don't!"
Fey shook her head, trying to get control of herself. A little clarity returned and she managed to calm her body somewhat, the now constant sprays of precum returning to happening only every so often to Flora's relief. She breathed in then slowly breathed out.
"Fine. Write your stupid newsletter story Octavia. But it better be good…" she glared over her shoulder at the mousekin practically hugging her rear. "Make me sound like a good person, a… hero, a healer hero!"
"Well, a hero to girl's pussies I suppose-"
"Not that!"
"Right right. Well you don't have to worry about it being good-" She paused as Fey's balls ground against her particularly violently, "-because I asked Vivi for help!"
"Oh with the writin-" Fey's face paled as she suddenly realised that the rather straight forward and unreserved warrior Vulpine did not have a talent for writing, no, she had a talent for something else, something that had caused her enough trouble in the past.
She turned her head stiffly to see Vivi finished up with the drawing she had been working on. She flipped and flourished and spun her pen and returned it to the writing case that one of Wummy's tentacles held out. How the fox girl was able to draw and walk so easily at the same time was because she was in fact no longer walking. The fox girl had been lifted into the air as two dozen pussy tentacles cupped her and also acted like undulated legs, legs that gave her a perfectly smooth ride as she balanced the paper on her breasts.
With a satisfied grin she shuffled through the papers and Fey looked on in dismay as she caught graphic glimpses of tented out bellies and stretched pussies and extraordinarily detailed depictions of her dick down to the very last vein.
"Oh. Oh no." whispered Fey. Considering the reactions of the minotaur girls when they had seen Vivi's works she dreaded to think of the utter devastation the Fey Hunting Club's newsletter was about to bring to the female population of Bine.
A tentacle scooped up the finished with papers and carefully placed them in Octavia's hands. The mousekin flipped through them, her motions slowing and her eyes widening as she took in each progressively more sexual and obscene image, she shuddered violently as she reached the last page, her lower lip trembling as the sound of a fresh wave of girl cum washing down Fey's balls to rain down on to the ground below broke the air.
"Wh-when W-Wummy, dragged me over and got me to ask- I didn't know, I- I didn't realise that Vivi had-" she breathed out unsteadily, "Had such a talent for capturing your essence F-Fey, it's like... magic. A crude barbarous warrior being able to- to-..."
"I am pretty amazing," agreed Vivi.