Previously on Centaurus: The band successfully fill the dragoness to an incredible degree, making her vastness cover most of Rina's estate much to Rina's horror and despite the efforts of the Size Queen Tea Club to interfere. The band snatch the opportunity to escape Bine and Lady Alexandria's clutches, leaving the city at last atop the good ship Flora.
Now, Chapter 47:
Fey held onto Flora for dear life as the ocean of trees racing past below them came closer and closer, the gnome rapidly losing control, the sound of treetops snapping and cracking below filling the air as they hit against the bottom of Flora's belly and Ellaria cried out her command.
"Hooold!"
The elf then reached over and slapped the sleepy Flora on the ass cheek.
With a gasp of surprise the gnome arrested their flight forward and dropped them down to the ground, The gnome girl's vastness landing with a ground shaking Boom, crushing dozens of trees to splinters beneath herself.
A second after she landed came similar booms as Vivi and Lily crashed down beside her, triplets in pregnancy with Flora as the largest.
Fey held tight to Flora's ankle as her great pregnancy sloshed and rippled with the impact, the back and forth motion seeming to go on forever as Fey struggled to keep herself from tumbling out of control.
But at last Flora's body came to a stop and the non stop muffled clack-clack of the many eggs from within slowed and then stilled.
"I'm sooo furking tired," groaned Flora, flopping across her belly and burying her face in her cleavage.
"Yes, well, you did hold down an entire dragoness in her true form for an extended period of time. I imagine you would be magically exhausted and suffering from severe mana backlash once again even with your growth in magical power," said Ellaria, who had been using Flora's breasts to keep her balance.
Flora didn't reply but a muffled groan of agreement came from her buried head.
Ellaria flopped down herself after a moment and glanced over at Fey who was somehow tangled in her own limbs. The centaur struggled valiantly before rolling over onto her front and managing to sit up. She then wiped stray locks of hair out of her face, doing her best to re-style it into something attractive.
She looked up to find Ellaria staring at her while biting her lip.
"Y-yes?"
"Mmm? O-Oh it's nothing..." the elf looked away, a faint pinkness to her cheeks.
Fey suddenly recalled that her relationship with the elf had recently been taken to a new level, they had been... very intimate. It might not have been the true breeding that Ellaria desired but it was still a life changing experience for Fey, she felt, well, her heart felt weirdly light.
Flashes of memory crossed her mind, a rumpled dress, perfect skin beaded with sweat, soft breathy moans, the elf's perfect pussy greedily pulling her deeper-
A huge spray of precum exploded from the tip of her rigid cock and sent clear fluid shooting a dozen metres across the smooth dome dome of Flora's belly and leaving a long wet mark behind.
Maybe it was a good idea to avoid thinking about what happened too much.
Suffice to say that there were new fresh green shoots amongst the growing blooming feelings between herself and her captain. They had passed well beyond being just captain and bandmate into something else, something wild, something untamed, something that Fey felt she couldn't predict, just how far would they go? It made her hearts race.
Ellaria lifted her head from where she had flopped down and looked over the mess Fey had created over Flora's belly.
"Thinking about what happened between us by any chance?"
Fey nodded meekly "Y-yeah. It was... something special."
"Special... but shared with many others. It's not what I dream about Fey. But I don't mind waiting a little..."
"Waiting for what?"
"For more of you. I've changed my mind about having guys touch you. Everytime I see some male near you I have to fight down the urge not to grab him and thrust him against you to have you absorb him, making your body grow bigger, taller, larger, more of you Fey, and more of..." She glanced down at the centaur's cock, peeking out from where it was angled to the side under her barrel.
"Uhm, b-but that's probably not a good thing right! I don't want to make guys into, uhm, cute tiny versions? and if I get bigger I'll be- I'll be even bigger than a cart horse! That's not very lady like! I'm so big now I was even able to look down on Kevin and he's a male centaur!"
"Kevin? someone you met?"
"...I don't want to talk about it. Ever." muttered Fey darkly.
"But I want you bigger Fey, so you can properly dominate me, forget what other centaurs think about you, if they have a problem with it you'll be so big and strong you can pick them up and simply throw them over the horizon."
Fey wasn't really sure how the elf imagined that she couldn't absolutely dominate in her current size, apparently the elf was having some pretty interesting dreams to think Fey still wasn't big enough for her.
She lifted a hand and vaguely waved it about. The gold bracelet was still on her wrist and the few remaining chain links attached to it jangled.
"Well the strength part might be a problem. There was this other elf with Kevin and her servants attached these to me. I'm way way weaker wearing them Ella..."
Ellaria blinked and then shuffled over, peering at the golden cuffs, then down at the similar manacles on her horse ankles. The remains of broken chains dangled from their linkages.
"I did wonder why you were getting so easily bounced around as we landed. This is elven workmanship. It suppresses a prisoner's strength to the point that they are as weak as a babe and barely able to stand. We elves used them in the old empire to control populations by keeping their loved ones as hostages. They were supposed to have all been destroyed after the empire fell."
It was easy to forget sometimes that Ellaria came from a species that, similar to dragons, had commanded insane amounts of political and military power and ruled unimaginably vast territories.
Then again with Ellaria's style of strict leadership maybe it wasn't that hard to forget.
"If they are of elven make, does that mean you can remove them? I tried breaking them like the chains but they seem much stronger."
"No, I cannot, and to be honest it's a miracle you are still able to move at all, you are somehow beyond the limits of what they were designed to contain. We will have to see about finding an elven blacksmith who knows how to remove them once we reach draconica."
Fey fidgeted with her blouse.
"Uh, about that, do we have to go to that place? My only experience with dragons is... not good. I can't help but think that this will be insanely and unbelievably dangerous Ella, we barely just dealt with one single dragoness, if more than one comes for me it's over."
Ellaria placed a comforting hand on the centaur's fidgeting arm.