Centaurus

◈ Chapter 15:

Rina was a very large person, or rather very large lamia, nearly seven and a half foot tall when standing at her fullest. Like her sister, she had long glossy pink hair that spilled from her scalp in elegant waves to waterfall down her back. Her irises were a luminous aquamarine ringed in pink and her slightly pointed ears were pierced with hoop earrings.

The skin of her upper body transitioned from her abdomen to her snake tail in a scatter of scales shaped vaguely like a V around her hips. The pink scales gradiented from a hot lush pink on the back side of her tail to a pale almost cream colour on the front side in a two-tone style. Her chest was covered by a white blouse that struggled to contain her size, the cloth stretched over her huge assets in the most alluring way, her thumb sized and currently very stiff nipples creating long curving valleys and peaks in the fabric. The state of her nipples was caused not in small part by the equally large centaur who had her lips clamped firmly to her own, the two girls tongues doing things that Rina would only have expected of her sister. This… was not how she had expected her day to go when she woken up that morning. 

Rina pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips momentarily. She wiped at her mouth as she snatched a glance at Fey and tried to asses. She was acutely aware of how their enormous breasts pressed up against each other, she could feel her hard nipples scraping against her softness through the fabric of her clothing. Below Fey’s barrel her coils were wrapped around the six-foot wide tummy of the labrador dogkin, Zal. It was an unprecedented situation, to say the least. 

The heavy passionate kiss had set her off-kilter but now it was over she was rapidly coming back to reality and with it the harsh realisation of just how wrong it was to be wrapped around the filled body of her friend.

“Oh gods! Oh gods! What have I done! Zal! Zal! Please be okay!”

A hand touched at her shoulder, Fey’s hand.

“Calm down, everything is fine, I promise. My, uhm, magic, made her body stretchy and elastic. She’s unharmed, and more importantly, she should be relieved of her heat, at least for a time.”

“She’s right, your friend is just fine, she isn't the first to be, ahem, filled by Fey and she won’t be the last, no doubt.”

Rina blinked and turned to see the most spectacularly gorgeous elf she had ever seen step from the woodline, every motion of her body like she was modelling fine clothing for an empress. She honestly wondered if she was in the presence of someone famous. 

Behind her, much much less elegantly, came a white-furred vulpine. She stumbled from the leafery with a hugely pregnant belly being held up in her paws that jiggled and sloshed as though filled with heavy fluid. The vulpine managed to regain her balance and straightened up, following in the elf’s wake, trying to look as casual as having a belly pregnant with what looked like octuplets would allow.

Rina thought she saw the surface of the fox girl’s belly shift as though things were pressing out against the surface from inside, but that must have been her imagination.

“Uhm, who are you?” said Rina. After a moment it occurred to her that she had just been walked in on by two strangers who could quite clearly see that she had been using her friend as a cock sleeve to masturbate another stranger. Blood rushed to her cheeks, flushing her body uncomfortable warmth as her gut fell with embarrassment. 

“Ellaria, captain of Magic Mog, adventuring band, Silver Rank adventuring band,” said Ellaria, unable to resist slipping in their newly acquired rank. Pride quite clearly filled her voice.

Vivi blinked. “We- We are?”

Ellaria deflated slightly, it wasn't as impressive if even the people in the actual band didn't know they were now silver.

“Yes, completing that last job with the goblins put us over the top and ranked us up to silver.” She reached into her dimensional bag as she spoke and pulled out the silver plate, flashing it at the fox girl who’s eyes went round. 

Vivi dropped her belly, which bounced and wobbled as it hung from her abdomen, and reached out for the plate. Ellaria reverently handed it to her, pleased that at bloody last she would get to show off their accomplishment to at least one appreciative person.

The fox girl cooed as she examined her reflection in the metal, tilting it side to side and examining the shiny symbol of their abilities as an adventuring band.

Ellaria turned back to Fey and Zal and Rina. Fey gave her a happy smile, clearly pleased that Ellaria was pleased. Ellaria found herself returning the centaur’s smile, flashing her perfect teeth in a powerful beam of attractiveness, this of course hit Fey like a brick to the face and she nearly lost her balance. Below her the dogkin let out a soft mewl as Fey’s shaft stirred up her insides, throbbing harder than even before she had ejaculated in her.

Rina glanced between the pair in confusion. “Adventurers? Wait, why are you even here?”

“We were simply passing by and stumbled upon your camp, nothing more than that. Seems that was quite a lucky turn of events for your friend here judging by her unfortunately intense heat.”

Despite herself Rina had to admit that was true, Zal had not been doing well and, well, she was now filled with a lake of piping hot cum, which judging by her lack of cries of distress at the very least seemed to be suppressing the dogkin’s heat. There were no complaints so far anyway.

Ellaria glanced around the camp, noting how small it was.

“Are you two alone out here?”

Rina hesitated before answering. “No. We separated from the others because Zal’s heat was embarrassing for her, she didn't want to be seen...” The lamia was reminded that she was still partially entwined with the naked dogkin, her tail wrapped around her inflated body which was still sleeved on the centaur’s dick. Her blush deepened.

“Hmm, interesting. Let me guess, part of a trading caravan?”

The lamia nodded. “Yes, I run an inter-city caravan, me and Zal run it together.”

“Oh? Is this coincidence a blessing from the gods? If I may, I have a suggestion. My band are as you have seen a silver rank band, and as you can imagine we are quite skilled. I would be willing to offer our services as caravan guards at a very reasonable fee, along with food and board of course. I believe this would be a mutually beneficial arrangement, there are very few guards who approach the level of silver rank adventurers, we would be able to provide a level of protection that would see you thoroughly assured of your safety.”

Rina tried to pay attention to the elf’s pitch, she really did, but as the elf spoke she was distracted by the vulpine behind her. The fox girl was rubbing her paw pads over the silver plate in fascination, exploring its detailed engravings. That was fine, but then the fox girl flinched and Rina’s eyes were drawn down to her shorts. As she watched the hem of her shorts twitched, and then curiously, hesitantly, a glossy white rounded tip poked from beneath the cloth. She blinked. What the hell was that?

The semi-transparent thing slid down further, wiggling as it did so, until the lamia realised she was looking at a slick looking tentacle. A droplet of something clear fell from it to the grass below and the fox girl shivered. The tentacle didn't stop flowing and pouring from beneath the hem of the shorts until it turned in a hook and waved up into the air. The fox girl was struggling, clearly set on edge by what was coming from her shorts, her mouth opening and closing in breathy gasps. The tentacle wasn’t bothered by this at all, simply swaying with the girl’s hips as she shifted. 

The tentacle seemed to have discovered something that interested it, judging by how its tip tracked the metal plate in the fox girl’s paws. The tip suddenly lunged forward and grabbed at the plate, wrapping its tip around the metal and firmly grasping it. The fox girl’s eyes went round and she tried to yank the plate from the tentacle but to no avail, the tentacle appeared to be immensely strong and it tugged back against her paws, tensing up its length. This appeared to have quite an effect on the vulpine as her thighs clenched and her eyelids fluttered. The tentacle took its chance and it knocked aside her paws before swooping back down to her shorts, slipping back beneath the hem with plate held in tentacle. 

The fox girl desperately grabbed for the plate, genuine fear in her eyes. Unfortunately she was just a little too slow and the tentacle disappeared inside her shorts, bulging out the cloth with the plate as it was dragged toward her crotch and then inward. The fox girl’s mouth fell open to let out a scream but before she could voice it her paws slapped over her muzzle, cutting off her voice with a muffled whimper. Her eyes rolled up as the cloth around her pussy bulged and shifted as the plate was arranged and moved until with a jerk the cloth bulge seemed to sink down as though the plate was being dragged up inside somewhere.

Little breathy mewling sounds came from around the fox girl’s paws as her hips rocked violently side to side in desperate squirmy wiggling motions.

The elf finally took notice of where Rina was looking and turned to see Vivi. Vivi whipped her paws to her side and stood up straight, trying to plaster the most innocent look that she could manage on her face. Ellaria narrowed her eyes at the sweating vulpine, who was avoiding looking the elf in the eyes.

After a moment she turned back to the lamia. “Hmm. Anyway, what do you think, miss, ah, Rina?”

“...uh, yes?”

“Excellent. I’m sure our work will be agreeable.”

Rina blinked at the elf, having trouble getting past what the fox girl had done with the adventurer’s plate.

“...I- I suppose I do owe the centaur-”

“Fey.”

“I suppose I do owe Fey for helping Zal when she was in need. Uh, I can get off her now huh.”

The still slightly distracted lamia began shifting and moving her tail, uncoiling it from around the soft giving mass that was the tummy of the dogkin. She slipped from around the dogkin’s body, her scales shifting against Zal’s bare skin eliciting a soft whimper. She managed to carefully unwind herself and her tail pulled from beneath, fully revealing Zal laying atop her own belly, her cunt still firmly clamped around Fey’s dick.

Zal was a five foot three labrador dogkin, her long golden blonde hair set in wavy spirals, topped by a pair of cute floppy labrador ears which matched her hair in colour. Her body was on the thick and curvy side, her broad hips flaring out below her heavyset chest which was currently being pushed up by her enormous belly. A little above her rotund rear poked a big fluffy golden tail that waved back and worth happily, the floof along its length swaying with the motion. Contrasting with her golden locks her irises were a baby blue framed by golden eyelashes and eyebrows. 

“Y-you c-can stay, uhm, if you l-like,” murmured Zal softly, glancing up at Fey.

Fey bit her lip. “Sorry but I need to pull out, maybe next time?”

The dogkin let out a little soft whimper of neediness in reply.

Fey set her hooves and backed up, turning and sliding her hips with the motion. With a long wet SCHLUUURPP her length was eased from the dogkin’s pussy which desperately held on to her trying to prevent her from leaving but could not resist Fey’s overwhelming strength. The cock head ripped free with a wet schlucking queef, her gaped cunt twitching at the air as thin squirts of white repeatedly spurted from within as her womb entrance desperately held back the huge lake of cum inside of her. The dogkin gasped, her eyelids fluttering as her fingers grasped at her soft and giving belly.

Fey’s cock swung side to side, a few last spurts of cum that had been trapped in the length writing long white lines of white over the smooth curve of Zal’s belly.

Rina stared at what had been done to her friend, she looked like a heavily pregnant woman except with a pregnancy ten times larger than normal. She would have been worried about her friend's discomfort except for the fact that the dogkin’s fluffy golden tail was furiously and happily wagging back and forth.

“Bloody hell Fey, you meet a new person and five minutes later you’ve turned them into a drooling cum dumpster.”

Rina turned hearing a new voice, then looked up noticing a shadow on the ground. At first she wasn't quite sure what she was looking at, then she realised the huge sphere that was floating down from the treetops was a larger version of what had been done to Zal. Her eyes widened in shock, and then further widened as she realised another cum filled person was riding the first person. 

“...What the f-”

“This is our resident psychokinetic, she can lift heavy objects on command. Quite useful to a caravaneer I suspect.”

Rina was starting to wonder if this was some sort of dream or that perhaps she was simply hallucinating. 

“It’s rude to stare, you know, just because I’m really big and awesome and great doesn't mean I'm your designating eyeball rest stop,” said Flora.

“S-sorry,” said the lamia, “It’s just… I’m a little overwhelmed.”

“Quite standard, don't worry you’ll get used to it soon enough. Flora here will be the one to move Fey’s, ah, patient.” 

Rina vaguely nodded in agreement, at a loss about what else to do. She watched with a sense of detachment as Zal suddenly floated up into the air, the gnome floating above letting out a grunt of effort as she lifted her fists skyward at the same time.

“Uhm… I guess I can give you a place to sleep with our caravan’s camp?” said Rina.

“Yes, that would be most helpful.”

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