Previously on Centaurus: Flora loots a group of teenagers of their cum to their dismay, and causes the teenagers to make future plans. Ellaria acquires a Dress that is more beautiful than should be possible from Harry.
Now, Chapter 37:
Fey hadn't been having the best of times recently. First she had been chased around the city by a half mad loxodon who wanted to shatter her hips in the bedroom, then she had been accused of breaking a valuable magical lock (Totally not her fault! There were extenuating circumstances!), and then finally she had been washed through the city by a mysterious tidal wave that had left her bedraggled and gasping like a beached fish in a part of the city she didn't know. All very bad and not nice things!
She had suffered a miserable and soggy trek back through the city and gotten very lost, her horse cock for once actually flaccid and in keeping with her mood.
She had failed to find the artificers, and with it the rest of the band, but she had eventually stumbled on landmarks she recognised and made her way to Rina's mansion under the assumption the others would eventually make their way there. She had spotted a huge bellied Flora along with several huge bellied teenagers as she had stumbled through the mansion so she supposed she was correct on that one.
Exhausted and filthy she had slipped into one of the mansion's enormous bathing pools. The room was filled with scented candles and the floor and water were scattered with fragrant petals. It had been exactly what she needed to soothe the bruises and aches from being bashed against various walls by the flood of water. She tried to recall what the hell had happened as she started to drift off in the deliciously warm bath. There had been a vast person washed away by the wave that she thought she had half hallucinated, a girl the size of buildings with fins and thick thighs the size of rooms.
Maybe she had hit her head harder than she thought. She hadn't seen a sign that the enormous person was still there after she had started walking around, surely there would have been some sign of that, if the giant girl had stood she would have been visible above rooftops! She could only assume they had vanished… or that she was crazy.
In any case, and more importantly, what had happened to Kayla? She hoped the otterkin was okay. She had searched for her, but with the chaos of the city it seemed a hopeless task. The wave of water had been like kicking a beehive, everything in turmoil and chaos and people everywhere.
The last thought she had before sleep took her away was that it was a bit of a strange coincidence that the wave had come just as the otterkin had run off to get a new class.
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Fey awoke in the morning finding the bathing pool still quite comfortable and warm but the skin of her upper body now wrinkled with the wet.
With a groan she climbed free and gathered together all the towels left out and dumped them over herself, wrapping herself as best she could manage.
She trotted from the room to find a servant waiting patiently outside holding a tray with a huge steaming mug of hot coffee sitting on it. Fey took the drink with a murmured thank you, still not quite used to the sheer extravagance of Rina's estate. The servant bowed politely.
"Your comrades in arms are awaiting you in lounge fifty three. If you would follow me."
She wandered after the servant through the extensive mansion. Their destination was some distance away. The trip was quiet apart from at one point when a service trolley rounded the corner ahead. At first Fey thought the trolley was moving on its own as nobody was pushing the thing. But then her gaze was drawn down and she spotted the small herd of miniature stallions harnessed to it, a pair of miniature and adorable minotaurs sat on the cart's edge directing the herd of stallions with reins.
Fey's mouth hung open as they passed by, the clatter of the stallions' tiny hooves on the marble like a spring rain before they disappeared around the next corner.
"Uhm?"
The servant glanced back at her then shrugged. "Understaffed. We're taking any help we can get these days. That lot are rather, well, extremely simple minded and dim but a few dangled carrots and they got the idea."
"...I ...See?" said Fey, not really seeing at all. Her attempted murderers had apparently gone from bloodthirsty grizzled assassins to happily working for the mansion as servants. She knew that the effect she had when touching males changed their demeanour rather a lot. Apparently the head housekeeper had seen an opportunity in that.
They continued on until she came to a large comfortable lounge and found the other members of Magic Mog draped across various pieces of furniture wearing dressing gowns and towels and likewise nursing coffees.
Rina wasn't there or anywhere that she had seen, but that wasn't that surprising, the lamia did have a business to tend to after all.
Fey trotted over to a large chaise made for centaurs and gracefully flopped onto it.
"So uhm, you might be wondering why you were washed away in a tidal wave yesterday, Fey."