Previously on Centaurus: The band return to Bine where they meet with an artificer, there they discover that the eggs are in fact extremely strong and nigh-indestructible. Meanwhile a duo of tumblers down on their luck stalk Fey seeking flexibility, the Fey hunting club freaks out seeing what Octavia brought them, and Kayla gives birth and Flora becomes pregnant... again.
Now, Chapter 34:
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Vivi watched as the enormously egg filled gnome girl lazily drifted up over the roof tops. The city guards who were struggling to make their way through the departing crowds were only able to look on helpless as their target floated away, escaping.
"Wummy, best you hide too, I doubt it would be a good thing if the guards see a slime monster in the city."
The tentacles slithering around her began to draw back in, slurping back up inside of her pussy until only one remained. The tentacle caringly patted her pregnant belly and then retracted too only leaving the ones hidden beneath her clothing outside.
Vivi shivered and closed her eyes as it sucked up inside, her trousers acquiring a fresh wet spot as her juices rained down inside.
Opening her eyes once more she found a human looking at her aghast, looking at her belly her breasts, her legs.
Vivi scowled.
"The fuck you looking at? If you have a problem then fight me, step up and meet my fist!"
The man looked somehow even more aghast at this suggestion and he turned and hurried away.
The vulpine sighed. She wondered if Wummy would ever be accepted by normal society and not seen as a terrifying people eating monster. The only people left now who didn't seem to have an aversion to continuing to remain in the street were a group by an overturned food stall, a group with Octavia. The apparent Fey Hunting Club. She noted them carefully clutching the drawings she had made earlier, holding them tight, warily looking at the others as though expecting them to make a grab for them.
She paused as a thought occurred to her. There would be so many girls reading these newsletters and jilling themselves silly over them and really they would never even
see
Fey let alone experience her, or maybe not even know many of the stories were actually true and that Fey was real. Now that made her feel bad, they would never know!
That was not a good thing in her opinion... maybe her drawings had been a good idea after all.
The club was talking with Octavia now, nodding their heads, then to Vivi's alarm she pointed right in her direction and the group of girls looked at her, then down at the clutched drawings, then back up.
Vivi waved at them uncertainly and then Octavia skipped over, the club cautiously following in her wake.
"Look this is the one who drew them, tell them Vivi, they don't believe me because you look like a uh,-"
"A what?" said Vivi pursing her lips.
"Really strong? Look it's her okay, she drew them."
Vivi looked between the uncertain group of girls, hardcore fan girls clearly quite obsessed with Fey. An idea occurred to her, maybe even a really good idea, one that she could use to finance a sword to far surpass her previous one.
"I've had an idea that might have a bit of interest, but... I want a cut."
"A cut of the newsletter for the drawings?"
Vivi waved her paw vaguely, "No, not that, something else, something that certain people will want even more than the stories or the drawings," she eyed the girls, "A copy of the real thing."
The group looked at her blankly, especially Octavia.
"Look, just follow me and watch, I can make it right here, I saw everything I needed inside the artificer's shop."
She entered the shop once again, struggling to fit her pregnant belly through the door. The Fey Hunting Club followed, approaching the door like nervous antelopes. Of course, the loxodon elephant girl couldn't fit, which caused a jam meaning most of the the club were left stuck outside peering around her doorway blocking body.
Inside the dwarf was still busily working with the lenses, he had constructed some kind of device which must have held at least fifty of the many coloured disks of crystal, one in front of the other. He looked far from done and seemed to be dragging free a second mechanical device.
The thing that interested Vivi however was in the centre of the expansive room. The large tree in a large pot. She approached and peered at the taps piercing its surface, the occasional droplet of rubbery sap falling free.
"Hmm"
She moved toward one of the tables butting up against the enormous pot. On the table there were several blocks of wood along with dozens of pieces of wood tooling equipment.
"Hmmmm."
Vivi picked up a pair of carving knives and casually spun them in her paws, then brought them to the surface of the nearest block of wood. As she did so two dozen glossy white tentacles picked up every other wooden carving implement and brought them to the surface of the wood too.
In moments they were in motion, and then only a few minutes later they were done, twenty six appendages working at once made for extremely quick work, and Vivi was able to orchestrate all of it.
At the same time that was happening tentacles were pulling vats and buckets of white sludge from rune marked crates, the tentacles poured gooey fluids and shifted things around as the wood they were carving was finished, was flipped into the air, then dunked in one of the white filled vats. Vivi pulled a lever on the side experimentally, a plume of steam sprayed directly into her face and she coughed and spluttered, trying to keep it away with her other paw as she jammed the lever back up.
The vat came apart as she did so, steel sides falling away leaving a white cube in two halves which Wummy grabbed up, the wooden carving within swiftly placed to one side. In moments she had the two halves of the white cube clamped together on the table and was pouring a self heating bucket of something pink, gooey, and semi transparent into a hole at the top. Then, once that was done, a tentacle hesitantly picked up a device with a snowflake rune imprinted on its side.
Vivi shrugged. "Hey, it can't be worse than trying to operate that blacksmith's furnace, right?"
The tentacle gave her a slightly disbelieving look but pressed it down on top of the white cube. The device flashed and ice crept over the top of the cube, crusting it with frost.
"Sorry, what is it that we are doing here?" said Octavia stepping forward.
Vivi grinned. "I haven't always had access to pens and paper and stuff, it's not exactly something you find out in the wild... But a knife and some wood? I learned to carve well before I learned to draw."
She ran her paw over the ice, brushing it away, and then dug her claws into the now solidified pink that was below it. The stuff was surprisingly pliable and squidgy and she was able to pull it free as Wummy pulled apart the two halves of the cube, the floppy foot long length flopping wildly in her paws.
She turned around and held the thing up.
"What the hell is that?" said Octavia.
