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Chapter 308 - 41.1 p͏a͏t͏r͏e͏o͏n͏.c͏o͏m͏/S͏t͏r͏a͏t͏o͏t͏h͏r͏a͏x͏A͏f͏t͏e͏r͏D͏a͏r͏k͏

Previously on Centaurus: Tami and her friends made their way out onto the plain surrounding Bine for a day trip. There they gained their Classes and killed their first monsters, and then later stumbled upon a new mechanic with Lily's abilities which left them beyond pleasurably destroyed.

Now Chapter 41:

Rebecca picked nervously at her poorly fitted maid's dress as she waited in line. The queue to get in was busier than some highly popular bars she had seen in the city, the line quite literally stretching around the corner behind her. Which was odd, because neither was this a bar, or was it outside a building, really they were actually queuing to enter somebody's bedroom.

She stepped forward as her turn came at last and the two large bouncer maids checked her over before letting her by with a grunt and a mark on a notepad.

It was finally time. Practically bouncing with excitement now Rebecca the dogkin darted inside, her red furred ears flopping over her auburn hair, wavy locks falling over her shoulders. If she had needed to wait any longer she was sure she would have exploded.

Inside was… busy. Nearly fifty girls were scattered about the room in various states of undress. Nearly all of them were maids, and many of them had rounded stomachs making them look about nine months due. They chatted and laughed while sipping from wine glasses filled with a slightly cloudy clear liquid. Many of them sported large pieces of colourful rubber between their thighs, or were handling rubber and discussing the merits of different models while sipping from their beverages.

What was it they said? When the master was away the maids set out to play? In this case 'master' meant Rina the lamia and 'play' meant play with their equine object of fascination.

Rebecca's eyes were drawn to the equine object the maids had apparently been playing with, or rather, 'her'. She lay in the middle of the circular room, on a huge circular mattress that was set into the ground so the surface of the bed lay level with the floor. Despite the bed's size 'she' filled much of it, mostly because she was a very large centaur, one lying on her back with her horse legs pointing up in the air, her human arms spread eagled, very clearly in a terribly deep and exhausted slumber.

The centaur's face looked beyond peaceful like this, her lips were slightly parted and her blonde hair was draped lightly across the many pillows supporting her, the scene was almost tranquil. But then the girls surrounding her were not very interested in the tranquillity of her upper body.

Nor was Rebecca truthfully, and she wasted no time in stripping her poorly fitted clothes almost entirely off leaving herself wearing only a pair of stockings and nothing else, the only part of the uniform that had fit her small size. Already the stockings had rivulets of wet rolling down their surface from her reddened and swollen pussy, her imagination had been left to go completely buck wild as she waited in line to get in and now she saw the centaur of her fantasies laid out before her it was just impossible to contain herself. Endless wet dreams and frantic sloppy group masturbation sessions and now here she was, about to bring it all to reality.

Despite her enthusiasm, and nudity, she barely drew a look of surprise from the other maids, many of which were in similar or varying states of undress, often with their pregnant looking bellies exposed as a point of pride, wine glasses resting atop their domes. Some of the maids even gave her an encouraging nod seeing her strip off, it was clearly the thing to do.

Rebecca barely noticed. Instead with a whoop she leapt onto the girl covered bed and quickly scrambled on all fours to the objects of her initial attention, a pair of massive testicles larger than watermelons, the things dark and heavy and vascular, a pair of stallion balls made for the serious mass breeding of girls.

She threw her face down onto their surface and drew in a deep long breath, breathing in the amazing scent, a shaky shiver rolling down her spine as the glorious smell hit and her pussy trembled with desire, fresh rivulets of piping hot pussy juice sent racing down her thighs.

"Oh gawdddd…" her muffled voice trailed off into a long desperate groan, her thighs tensing and untensing as she clenched down hard in reaction to the scent.

It was too good, it was just too fucking good! Not even her dreams had prepared her for this!

Her eyes rolled back and her jaw shook as she smeared her lips across the surface, putting as much of her face against the virulent balls as she could, feeling the continual roar of unimaginable amounts of breeding wrigglers just below the surface, desperate to be inside of her, to breed her so hard that she couldn't feel her legs.

"Y-yess!"

Just the thought of what these balls could do to her made her cum then and there and a small gush of fluid drizzled from between her thighs, making a shameful dark patch on the white duvet.

She didn't stop and her fingers pushed into her sloppy folds as she smeared her face against the balls like a girl starved. Gods she had needed this with every fibre of her being, she was a maid with needs, okay, admittedly a fake maid, but still a fake maid with needs!!

It was true Rebecca was a fake maid, one who had originally become a fake maid as a way to get access to those who had stories on Fey's adventures and conquests, specifically Tami Besindral and her friends who had been made to fill a stable. But once she was on the inside and secreted amongst the maids' number she had realised much more importantly that this might be her best and only ever chance to get close and do the deed with the famous centaur for herself.

She was a good reporter for the Fey Hunting Club's newsletter, but really, she couldn't just let an opportunity to have life changing centaur sex pass her by, no one with any good sense could! and especially not a hardcore Fey fan like herself.

So she had stayed on as a maid despite having already collected and written what was to be published. Tami's story had obviously instantly become a best seller, requiring multiple print runs to meet the ravenous female demand of the city and even then. The trio of teenagers didn't know it yet but they were already famous amongst the readership, minor celebrities even, countless girls schlicking themselves silly over their story and imagining themselves in their place with every passing moment.

...The readership also included the maids of Rina's estate, of course, the maids Rebecca was pretending to be one of...

It hadn't been obvious to Rebecca from the outside but Fey had absolutely had a strong effect on the maids, it had turned out they were just a bit better at hiding it than most in their day to day, managing to keep their excess desires for the privacy of the night. She recalled trying to sleep in the maid's dorms and struggling a great deal. It was just the rising moans around her that made it tricky to drift off, the sounds of hundreds of girls openly masturbating with their fingers, or thrusting themselves onto huge lengths of rubber, all of them reading from the newsletter as they did so, reading the story she had written. Overall just a tad bit distracting.

Eventually, Rebecca had given up on sleeping and had joined them, getting out of bed in her pink pajamas and joining one of the cushioned circles where they took turns reading the newsletter aloud. Soft moans rose in a chorus as they heard of Tami's reaming, fingers moving furiously until the circle of girls were cumming simultaneously, thighs spreading and hips thrusting as they squirted freely together, over a dozen lines of fluid arcing up into the air and coming down in the middle of the circle, a cacophony of fluid splashing against the floor, Rebecca's juices amongst them.

Then the maids had moved on to acting the stories out.

Rebecca had watched with interest as several girls helped affix a three foot long rubber horse cock to another girl and then helped her thrust into a squealing screaming maid bent over a bed, the two acting out the newsletter as another read it aloud, a sea of girls spreading their legs and thrusting Fey shaped horse cocks into themselves as they watched mesmerized, bouncing up and down on thigh thick chunks of colourful rubber, squirting and spraying down the floor over and over, the scattering of puddles slowly becoming a lake of girl cum that filled the dorm end to end.

It had occurred to Rebecca as she watched that many of the maids were incredibly… elastic… suspiciously so in fact. It clearly meant that they had been with Fey at some point, but she felt sure she would have heard about that if it was the case, at the very least they would have boasted to her about getting Fey'd as they'd want their stories in the newsletter too.

After talking with a few of the maids she was eventually allowed into the secret.

There were a lot of maids in Rina Besindral's estate, a hell of a lot, and there was only one Fey, and additionally, these were very well trained maids, the best money could buy, They couldn't just go have outrageous messy centaur sex with their centaur guest, that would be unprofessional!... Also the few of the total number of maids who got some would be resented by the others who did not get some, obviously.

So, instead, they had come to an agreement as a group, one that would solve their issue of professionalism and sharing: The night time precum parties.