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Chapter 262 - 33.4 p͏a͏t͏r͏e͏o͏n͏.c͏o͏m͏/S͏t͏r͏a͏t͏o͏t͏h͏r͏a͏x͏A͏f͏t͏e͏r͏D͏a͏r͏k͏

"Did that insanely pregnant vulpine really just say bombs and- and- did she have a fucking slime monster in her pussy? I really don't like this Zoey!"

"Hush you're being silly, they were clearly joking, or something, and that slime was an illusion spell or, s-something, obviously! Listen, the important thing is what we stand to gain Penny, we could become the most flexiblest acrobats ever if we could just-"

"Just what Zoey? Just what?"

"Well, I may not have fully explained the, hmm, process to become flexible, there may be some, ah, light and gentle sexual activities involved, it's nothing I'm sure, I promise you will barely notice being penetrated."

Penny stared at the lemurkin.

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The artificer they found wasn't that far from the alley. A small shop set back a few paces from the crowded street, a clutter of devices large and small, wood and metal crammed into the space outside, some even spilling out onto the street's paving. A heavy sign chained above made from a myriad of metals forged into letters made it clear that it was an artificer if the collection of things was not enough.

Unfortunately, they had not gone unnoticed and a trail of girls followed in Fey's wake, trying desperately to pretend they weren't stalking the centaur but simply happened to be headed in the same direction. The problem was that with so many all doing the same thing it became rather obvious.

One group seemed separate from the others however a smaller more serious group who didn't seem to care if they were seen. In fact, strangely enough they had eyes for Octavia. The mousekin realising they were there wandered over and a furtive argument broke out until the mousekin produced her book. The crowd of girls swarmed it, forming a huddle as they skimmed through it, page after page being flicked past, tails slowly flagging into the air as thighs were eased together.

The huddle broke, faces flushed and breath heavy, the girls looking at the beaming Octavia with new eyes, a sense of awe even, a conqueror returned to their home city, the population eager to throw a parade.

In fact they looked ready to pick the mousekin up and carry her through the streets when she held up a hand, expression dead serious. Her hand dropped down and she produced a bundle of paper. The group of girls stared in confusion, drawing closer, the first sheet was shown, then the next, then the next, they stared down at the drawings in dead silence, hips rocking side to side, a shiver rolling through the group as hands descended entirely unconsciously, slipping below waistbands and panties. A chorus of soft whimpers grew throughout the group as the pages turned until one jack russell terrier dogkin with red floppy ears atop chin length auburn hair lunged for the papers, snatching half of them from Octavia's grip. Chaos immediately broke out with the girls fighting to get at the pages, snatching them from the air, trying to grab them all for themselves. The fight spilled outward and crashed into a food stall, stools and tables were sent bouncing or were crushed to splinters as an enormous elephant luxodon girl tripped and fell over the terrier dogkin snatching up paper from the street.

There might have been food for the brawlers to get covered in as the stall broke, but the food stall had been stripped entirely bare of anything edible by an industrious legion of teddybears.

Lily downed another bowl of soup and watched bemused as Octavia continued to do furious battle with members of the Fey Hunting Club. Beside her several teddybears held up more food for her to consume, and a continual stream of more of the bears waited behind them. She didn't wait on manners, grabbing the nearest plate of mash potato and steak and tipping it up, devouring it in seconds. She tossed the plate aside and a bear caught it as she grabbed the next plate.

When they had entered the city Lily had taken her entire army of golems taken from the dimensional bag and they had spread out like insects, scouting the part of the city they were in street by street for miles, noting every possible source of food.

Then they set to work strip mining.

A stall full of fruit was full and ready to be sold one moment, then gone the next, in the seconds the owner was distracted a sheet was stretched on the ground and then the fruits were shoveled down onto it. The corners of the sheet were grabbed and then the teddybears legged it into the nearest alley, disappearing amongst the maze-like and extremely narrow alleyways that densely crisscrossed the city, even when chased they only needed to squeeze through a grate or window where they could not be followed. A plague of locusts that robbed everyone they set their teddy bear eyes on blind.

Safe to say the grocers, restaurants, and stall owners of the city were not having a particular good day.

But, the golems' creator had an addiction, an addiction that needed to be sated, an addiction to eating... and growing.

Lily ripped through an entire roasted chicken in moments, practically breathing the thing in she ate so quickly. The teddy bears were starting to panic, no matter how fast they worked, no matter that there were hundreds of themselves, Lily was out eating their efforts.

Apparently travelling away from the city and back had caused her to work up an appetite, an appetite that was making itself now known. Her chest was clearly benefiting from it, her ferociously hyper hormonal body unleashed by Fey's cum digesting and channeling all the growth gained from everything she ate instantly into that single part of her body and nowhere else, the massive swell of milky breasts slowly inching larger and larger, her levitating bra struggling to contain the sheer size of them, her semi transparent shift draped over the top become more and more comical as it covered less and less of her top, nipples well clear of it and protruding proud and fist sized into the air. She felt glorious when the under curve of her breasts touched down on the paving while she was still standing and spilled across the ground, the bra being pressed down by their immense weight, milk beginning to roll from reddened angry nipples under the sheer pressure. Lily only knew that she wanted to be bigger and that she was hungry, so so hungry, she would have so many to feed after all.

She continued to devour.

Behind her Fey awkwardly pushed aside a particularly large artifact by the shop's door, which appeared to simply be a stack of clay pots with bronze arms attached to either side, and stepped awkwardly through the entrance, having to duck down to fit. The inside despite how the exterior looked was very large, a true workshop, an expansive space filled with everything an artificer could wish for. Wood, metal, clay, gems, cloth, many materials could work with an artificer's magic, even, somewhat incongruously, a huge tree growing out of a huge pot in the middle of the room. A number of metal valves pierced the trunk of the tree and occasionally dripped a sappy substance into a collection of buckets below.

The owner of the shop, a dwarf with voluminous grey hair and a beard, stepped back from the bench he was working at. A flashing device atop the bench sparkled and crackled until with a small pop it exploded. The artificer didn't move in the slightest as his hair and braided beard billowed in the wind the small explosion generated, apparently so used to his work exploding that it was fully expected.

He let out a weary grumble and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Ahem, you are the owner of this establishment?" said Ellaria.

The dwarf turned, a pair of heavy violet goggles he wore becoming visible, which he promptly removed from his head seeing her.

"An elf? We don't see your lot round 'ere much... Much less one carrying a child rare as it is. How many years along are you if yah don't mind me askin'?"

It took Ellaria a moment to grasp that the dwarf thought she was genuinely pregnant. She hesitated, it occurred to her that explaining she had squeezed an egg up inside of herself might not be the most productive way to begin their business relationship.

"I have been regularly normal elf pregnant for two years, in two more years I shall give birth to a regular normal elf child." she nodded in satisfaction, she was an excellent liar.

"I can sympathise on the long haul, dwarves ain't much better. I can say I hopes it all goes well n' that. Now, what is that I can do you fer in my little ol' shop o' mine miss elfy?"

"We need an egg looking at."

The dwarf blinked. "An egg? I'm not a cook lass, youse do know that right?"

"Vivi?"

The fox girl slipped from behind a table and approached, her enormous breasts and belly nearly knocking over several delicate-looking devices and causing the dwarf's hairy brow to rise up.

"What in the abyss? Is this normal fer' youse vulpine types? Lookin' preggers enuf to give birf to a dozen full litters!"

"Oh yes totally normal," said Vivi following Ellaria's lead "You just haven't seen a fully along vulpine before, we get kinda big before the end."

"Hmm.'' The dwarf ran a stubby hand through his beard eyeing the sheer size of Vivi's body which was only being held up by the Wummy's tentacles spiralled around her body beneath her clothing.

"Look, can you check this out, I want to know how hard I can hit stuff with it- Ah, I mean I want to know how delicate it is so I know how careful I have to be while I'm holding it," said Vivi holding out the egg.

Ellaria glared at the vulpine, "I see, so that was your real motive all along. A healer couldn't tell how strong the egg was so you twisted us into going here. Tch. I'd be annoyed if I wasn't a little impressed."

"Hey, I'm a warrior, a warrior without a weapon is nothing, I've gotta do what I've gotta do." She turned to the dwarf, "So? Can you check?"

"I… suppose. First time anyone's given me a full on egg… a big 'un at that."

The dwarf hesitantly took the egg from her and after looking it over in puzzlement he placed it on his work bench. Then his hands dropping down he began ransacking the draws below, pulling them over one after another until he found a small silver hammer.

"This is for testin' material toughness and the like, mostly metals, don't worry tho I'll be gentle with summin' delicate like this. The ringing sound the hammer makes will tell us how tough it is, the softer the sound is the weaker the material, the louder the stronger.

He eyed the egg and then ever so gently let the hammer touch up against the shell. Like brushing a feather across delicate ceramic.

"I-

The hammer immediately exploded, the blast wave knocking the dwarf off his feet and sending him flipping head over heels over and over through the air until he crashed into the opposite bench with a BOOM which promptly toppled over, a hundred different artificers works smashing to the ground in a cacophony of explosions and shattering glass and clanging metals.