Oddly some of the puddles of white stuff seemed to be moving on their own, flowing up in long rivulets onto the pillows then between the legs of the pregnant girls, a very very slow oozing stream flowing into them. Not that the girls seemed to notice or mind in their addled state.
In the center of this space between the Dragon's thighs was an enormous centaur. One thrusting steadily over and over into a girl resting atop a pile of other pregnant looking girls, her already filled belly being deformed by something pushing up through her, a shape stretching up from her rounded pregnancy and thrusting up between her breasts.
Behind the centaur a number of girls were clustered, worshipping her astonishingly large balls, pressing their breasts and bellies over the slick surface kissing and licking it in breathy little gasps.
As they watched the centaur pulled back and a dick as thick as a thigh was steadily pulled free from the trembling pussy of the maid, her muff and labia stretched paper-thin around the vein riddled mass, slopping over every slick with wet bump and groove.
The maid squirted as it came free, spraying the other girls down as she howled and the two generals realised that the obscene bulge that was slipping down between her breasts was in fact the centaur's staggeringly large cock stretching her out.
"What in the actual fuck!" shouted Ryoka, hands forming fists at the sight, eyes flaring.
Despite the teenager's anger Tarra couldn't help notice beads of precum were pushing from her tented out unitard and that she was stiffer than ever. Wait… was the teenager larger?
Distracted, she was surprised when Ryoka grabbed her arm.
"What in the hell is this Tarra?!" hissed the Chameleokin, staring up at her.
She blinked. Why was the teenager breathing so hard, and… trembling?"
"I am not sure. Since the centaur is not a piece of burned charcoal, or crushed flat, or imprisoned, I can only logically surmise that she is a guest of Lady Alexandria, and is of some value to her."
"A guest? Are you crazy? Look what she's done to every single freaking maid in the palace! I know some of these girls! I- I- w-we were intimate with- and- and-"
The teenager's eyes drifted to the side away from Tara and to a maid with rabbit ears was flopped spread-eagled over a couch sized pillow, faintly snoring with a blissful expression as her massively gaped cunt twitched and leaked something that looked suspiciously like cum. In fact looking at the puddles of white on the ground all of it appeared to be of the same substance, a thick glue-like semen.
Ryoka's gaze was stuck on the rabbitkin's gape however and she boggled at it. She could easily fit both of her fists in that reddened well used space, an open feminine cave.
She recalled going down to the kitchens to visit the rabbitkin when she had needed relief, hiking up her skirt and using her in the pantry, the maid's wild cries about her size massaging her ego, using her teenage energy to drive the maid to ecstasy.
Now her cock wouldn't even touch the walls if she tried to fuck her. She had been ruined, stretched out for a much larger size than she, moulded so that she would only ever be satisfied by massive throbbing centaur cock. The maid wouldn't even notice her inside her pussy, her the most powerful legionnaire of Lady Alexandria's legion, her prime general.
The thought made her flush with indignant anger, her pride injured. How dare this centaur do this to her! How dare she!
She turned from Tarra and stormed toward the centaur, erection waving madly side to side as she strode. She tried her best to ignore that.
"Hey!" she demanded. Her fists on her hips as she looked up at the towering centaur.
The centaur didn't seem to hear her, simply continuing to leisurely slide in and out of the maid she was currently fucking, oblivious to Ryoka's presence, it was almost as if she was in a trance.
One of the maids pulled free from the centaur's enormous balls, strands of wetness dangling from her chin.
"She won't hear you, she's barely hanging on as it is. But if you want to join in then just strip off and present your rear. Trust me on this, it's soooo worth, ohh my gawwwd you have no idea!"
Ryoka spluttered.
"I am not presenting myself for this, for this barbaric centaur to turn into- into-
Her eye caught on the belly bulge rising between the breasts of the one the centaur was currently fucking.
"-Into a living c-cock sleeve!"
"Hmm, suit yourself, but you're missing out. Look what she did to me!
The maid flipped up her skirt and hooked her hands around her cheeks, spreading herself and showing her massively gaped pussy, her puckered cervix clearly visible, a dribble of something white oozing from it.
The incredibly lewd sight caused a little sputter of white to spray Ryoka's tented unitard, her teenage hair trigger pushed over the edge and causing her to ejaculate. The little string of white flew through the air… and landed in the cavernous space that was the maid's stretched out cunt.
The maid let out a gasp of surprise at the wet touch then shivered as the horse semen that was already inside of her lunged at Ryoka's cum.
Ryoka stared wide-eyed as her cum was attacked and taken into the thicker heavier white, greedily eaten and absorbed.
"I- this isn't real, this can't be- r-real," she mumbled.
"Ooh your little spurt is so cuuuute!" cooed a maid who had been watching the scene.
"Oh my god it's so tiny!" said another holding up her pinky and comparing it to the tented unitard. This maid was particularly long-legged and tall and very very pregnant looking, she also seemed to be drinking from a large tankard that Ryoka reluctantly realised was filled with the goopy white stuff. "It's like a baby carrot! Gods those minotaur girls in the newsletter really weren't kidding about having your perspective changed on what real size is."
Ryoka didn't understand what she was talking about, her thing was most definitely not tiny, she was seven- she glanced down, eight inches? She couldn't recall being this size before, but maybe it was her losing her mind at the sight of so many ruined pussies.
She blinked as a number of the maids broke off from the centaur and clustered around her, their pregnancies squishing up against her, against her tented unitard, slick with wet, skin sliding and massaging her stiffness.
She was sure she could actually feel their bellies growl as they came into contact with her cock, as though the contents wanted to attack her length.
But that couldn't be right…. Could it?
She shoved aside the maids, pushing them down so they fell over the other's cum bellies eliciting wails and spurts of white from puckered cervixes.
No, this shamefulness could not go on, being treated like she was nothing. It reminded her of her early days in the legion, being bullied by the others before she came into her power, before her extreme Affinity for her Class was discovered.
She hated it.
With a cry of anger she stepped toward the centaur and punched as hard as she could, her whole body twisting.
Her fist connected with the centaur's barrel…
...and nothing happened.
It was like punching a mountain, the centaur didn't even slow or notice what she had done, her punch had been less than a flea bite to the centaur, not even a breeze, not even a feather tickle.
She screamed in outrage and punched her again, her arms and body rapidly swelling in size, slabs of muscle boiling onto her frame as her strength multiplied, reaching her maximum.
With a fierce smile, she confidently struck out once more, a fist with the strength of a legion behind it.
If it made any difference at all the centaur didn't show it.
"Uhm, are you trying to do something? Do you need any help?" said one of the maids
A spasm of embarrassment twisted Ryoka's guts. This could not be happening.
With a wordless cry of frustration, she tore from the crowd of maids and stormed toward Tarra. The Oni cowered under the teenager's rage and did nothing as she grabbed hold of her shoulder, forced her down, and then ripped the metal club from her back.
The thing was taller than Ryoka was, a huge bat of metal with rounded metal nubs dotted up its length. It was a brutal tool and a terrifying thing in a war.
Here she would use it to crush this centaur, crush her and regain her dignity.
She charged in, maids scattering in alarm around her, her newly muscled legs rocketing her forward.
The metal club rose and with a strangled scream of effort Ryoka brought the bat down on the centaur.
The metal whipped through the air with enough force to make a normal human splash if it connected. Instead, a single slender arm came up and a hand casually opened.
The club rung as it landed in the centaur's grip, vibrating so badly that it numbed Ryoka's arms and hands and ripped free from her fingers.
She gasped as she fell, tripping amongst the maids, landing on a bed of soft bellies.
Struggling to steady herself, she managed to look up from the bed of softness at the centaur looming over her. To her surprise, the centaur seemed to have snapped out of her trance. Her expression wasn't quite what she had expected from the impossibly dominant centaur however.
"Wh-what are you trying to do! Why are you attacking me! I didn't do anything to you I- I just need to fuck!"
She blinked in surprise, the centaur seemed genuinely upset.
Wait, fuck? Fuck the maids that she loved to come down and visit on her nights within the palace walls? Her eyes drifted to the side and she realised a gaped wide pussy was right next to her face, its walls clenching as though hungry to be filled, but by nothing that she could offer.
A trickle of white was oozing from the twitching cervix within and it slowly dawned on the teenager that all of the maids, all off them, weren't somehow suddenly pregnant, but filled with the centaur's sperm. It was such an impossible thought that it just hadn't registered.
She could never do such a thing to them.
Fury filling her body she shoved the maids aside and struggled to her feet.
"I don't give a shit if you say you need this, that's bullshit! You're ruining every maid in the goddam palace! How am I supposed to fuck them when you've stretched them out so much!"