Previously on Centaurus: Lucy returns to the Fey Hunting Club's HeadQuarters, where Ruby reveals that she has levelled up enough to make a small portal link to Fey. Secret agent Kayla, the club's mole in Magic Mog, is linked via a portal and the stealthy otterkin slips the portal over Fey's cock giving the club access to it. What follows is a fever dream orgy of worship directed at the Fey cock that has appeared in their midst, and then later quickly bringing in the most hardcore of newsletter fans to experience Fey for the first time. Lucy, however, becomes disillusioned with the practice and leaves the city.
Now, chapter 51:
Massively powerful stallion thighs pounded against the squealing shrieking otterkin's rear, the crude frame that had been set up holding Kayla in place being pushed to its limit under the onslaught as her pussy was ruined by feet of dick. Sloppy wet shclucking queefs followed each long sawing thrust and a spattering splash of her plentiful and appreciative juices.
As the pounding accelerated Fey let out a cry of her own as her cock stiffened and with a muffled wet sound, exploded into the otterkin.
The frame that Kayla had been attached to disintegrated around her as her belly billowed outward with heavy thick cum, drooping pendulously from her body and rising like dough as her womb was filled fat, growing larger, spreading outward until it was pushing Fey's legs apart and the centaur was being lifted, rising up into the air upon a bed of girl, her hooves indenting the soft shape.
Minutes later her clenching stallion balls stopped pumping jizz into the tiny otterkin, and she was left lying on the huge fifteen foot high throne of her belly.
Wiping a few beads of sweat from her brow, and tidying her mussed hair, Fey glanced to the side. Next to the vast dome that was Kayla's belly was her sister, Lily, her belly equally enormous, their softness pressing up against each other as Kayla had expanded to press against her, two enormous lakes of cum radiating cummy heat into each other.
Next to Lily was Vivi, the white-furred vulpine's belly equally massive and also pressing against Lily, and finally there was Flora, who was just as large and pressed against Vivi. All of them with freshly gaped pussies that trembled and quivered with orgasmic aftershocks.
A row of four huge female cum bellies, bellies that Fey had filled one after the other.
Just her usual afternoon work tending to her needy broodmothers.
"Are you done up there!" came a voice, and Fey glanced over her shoulder to see Ellaria below, reading her romance novel as she tanned in warm sunshine, completely in the nude of course.
"Erm, yes, captain!"
"Then Wummy, it's all yours!"
Fey yelped as the waiting tentacles in the surrounding foliage lunged out and grabbed hold of her. She was lifted away from Kayla, ripping her cock free from her dripping puss, her steaming gape exposed only for a moment, and then a thigh thick tentacle thrust inside, slipping deep and directly into her womb.
In moments cum was being pumped through, huge orbs forming before being sent rolling along the tentacle tubes to be dumped into the woods forming a small steamy lake.
This way all four girls were rapidly and efficiently drained, their voices rising in faint protest, although much of the resistance had been fucked out of them.
Soon they were slumped on the grass, groaning, their huge cum bellies emptied out and drained, leaving them with only the shallow arc of the new and just beginning pregnancies that had been building over the last few days.
Fey wiped her brow and let out a phew, her cheeks slightly flushed with exertion but feeling pretty good.
Ellaria squinted at her from over her romance novel.
"You know, you seem like you've needed a lot less less ball draining recently, your balls aren't monstrously large after mating these four, in fact, they are quite reasonable compared to a few days ago."
Fey shrugged lightly, squeezing her eyes shut as she smiled. "I don't know, maybe my production is just levelling off, I wake up each morning and I don't feel like I'm super backed up from not being relieved in the night anymore. It's like I've stopped producing sperm during sleep time, hey maybe this means there's an end to this!"
Kayla who had just gotten to her feet blushed guiltily hearing that and avoided looking at the centaur.
"Well, perhaps that's good news, but we should still see about getting a soulomancer to look at you."
"R-Right..."
Ellaria snapped her book closed.
"For now we should be off. You've all had your morning and now your afternoon mating session with Fey. Perhaps this time you won't spend the rest of the day begging for dick."
"Hey, she could fuck us just fine while walking too."
"Yes, but the constant stopping and starting as she fills you reduces our pace and we are already slow enough as it is hauling-" she waved broadly at the massive intercity caravans dotted amongst the trees, each the size of a building, "-those things. I want to minimise the difficulty in getting past the front gates of the city too, you lot being giant lakes of centaur sperm would cause even more problems than the Feytaurs. Also I would like to arrive at Draconica at some point before midnight, so all of you get ready, we're leaving."
The naked elf strode off confidently. A polite cough from Fey who looked pointedly at her naked body caused her to step over to one of the caravans where a white tree in a pot was set into the side, the door that normally hid it open for access.
She brushed her fingers across it, manipulating the plant, and moments later she was wearing a pair of slim white panties and a bra, and then a puffy blouse and a pair of shorts.
The tree was remarkably good at imitating clothes and seemed to be getting even better as time passed, the shorts Ellaria wore made out of a thicker fabric than the blouse, the leaves knitting together to form stronger cloth.
It was almost like the tree learned a tiny little bit with each piece of cloth applied, refining through trial and error, and since it had to clothe over ten thousand Feytaurs it did rather a lot of learning.
In fact as Ellaria brushed her fingers over it once more she managed to manipulate and tease out of it a simple white sheet, like a bed sheet or a curtain, a single large square of cloth.
Ellaria checked herself and the sheet over, made a pleased sound, closed the tree door, and climbed the ladder up onto the cushioned front bench of the massive caravan, stowing the sheet under the bench. An otterkin Feytaur that had been dozing beneath the bench cooed and poked at the sheet before wrapping herself in it. Ellaria was joined on the bench by Vivi and Flora, Flora flapping a hand at the large breasted Kayla and Lily as she passed, sending them levitating into the air and lowering them down into the open top of the caravan.
The caravan they rode was unique as it had open space, the other caravans were filled to the brim with Feytaurs. Each of the caravans was built with a dozen tiny floors with no more than two feet of height between each floor. That way the ten thousand plus Feytaurs were able to ride in comfort, all hidden and packed in behind the wooden walls, an army of teddy bears climbing over the walls of the caravans and watching carefully so none managed to escape.
Flora got comfortable on the bench cushion along with Vivi and Ellaria and then produced a certain glowing rectangle and began fiddling with it as she lazily slumped back.
After a moment she leaned over the side of the caravan and the rectangle flashed and clicked, startling Fey.
"C-Could you stop doing that!"
"Noop!" said Flora, easing back and tapping at the rectangle.
Fey quickly drew close and to her dismay found the gnome dragging her finger to the side on the rectangle. An image of her penis appeared on the screen, then another, and another, and another, and then one in the dark clearly taken while Fey slept, then one taken over Flora's shoulder showing the massive cock about to penetrate her, clearly Flora's morning session with the massive centaur.
