14.1 p͏a͏t͏r͏e͏o͏n͏.c͏o͏m͏/S͏t͏r͏a͏t͏o͏t͏h͏r͏a͏x͏A͏f͏t͏e͏r͏D͏a͏r͏k͏

Previously on Centaurus: A slime emerges from Flora's pussy and creates absolute utter chaos, at the same time various forces, including the town guard, the church legion, and the innkeeper's guild come to arrest the band.

As the people pressed up around her began to leave with the disintegrating crowd Fey managed to reach down with her hooves and touch at the cobble. Of course, being trapped atop the cum inflated body of an otterkin made this a tad tricky. She actually had to sway herself forward, riding atop the sloshing smooth skinned balloon of cum. A muffled moaning came from beneath her as she drove herself forward, getting louder with each swing.

At last she managed to get her hooves fully on the cobble with a clip clop and went about the difficult manoeuvre of removing herself from Lily. This involved swinging her hips to side until her own weight caused her to slide off. Her still hard cock came free brutally, ripping from the otterkin's muff at an extreme angle, dragging out her cunt until it came free with a loud SCHLPOP! Along with a spray of cum from the otterkin's gaped and steaming cunt. White fluid sailed through the air before hitting the cobble in a noisy splatter. Lily pressed her hands into her belly and moaned full throatedly, her eyes half lidded as it left her.

"Gods what are we going to do?" said Fey, looking around the disaster scene nervously. People were running in all directions now, fleeing from what looked like an oncoming four way war. The Church's Legion, led by some kind of Bishop, along with Seth the ex-anti-mage now quite impossibly turned into some kind of priest Class. The exceptionally annoyed town guard who wanted to know why a good chunk of their town was running around bleating like sheep with an alabaster coating. The Innkeepers guild, which had apparently turned out in force for one of their own and were screaming about hanging Flora and burning her at the stake or possibly even both at the same time. And then there was Magic Mog, Ellaria was looking ready to make moves but Vivi was lost below of a small hill of screaming moaning woman showering the cobble with fluids as their naked bodies writhed between masses of tentacles. Above this literal cluster fuck was Flora who seemed to have gotten into a screaming match with the church's Legion. Her flat out ignoring of the innkeepers' angry demands was pissing them off even more.

"Fuck you and fuck your church and fuck your legion!! You had your Class taken because you tried to rob and kill us, that's called karma, maybe take the hint and turn over a new leaf asshole."

"I don't know what the hells you are talking about gnome. I'm new to all of this but even I know it's impossible to lose a Class."

The old bishop next to him gave the young man the side eye. "Watch your language boy, do not speak of the firelands so casually, you do not know what attentions you may attract." He turned his gaze on Flora. "You. Gnome girl with the strangely rotund stomach. We have had reason to believe that you are harbouring souls with the intent to sell them for purposes of necromancy. The church does not allow this as a matter of course, for both religious and practical reasons; nobody wants to lose another town or city to the undead."

"Yeah, I still have no clue what you are on about. I don't have any souls apart from my own."

The old man frowned but waved his hand and a woman with snowy white skin and long black hair that partially covered her face stepped forward. She was skinny as a rake and stooped slightly giving her an unsettling look.

"Mary, if you would."

"Yasss my bishop," whisper hissed the girl. She waved her hands in the air. Her fingers weren't like normal fingers but more like large claws, the tips pointed, disturbing. The fingers rolled and twitched in the air and a large glowing fractalgram disc appeared beside Flora, patterned across its surface with intricate interwoven runes and scripture. The gnome girl looked at it nervously.

"H-hey what are you doing?!"

A number appeared on the disc, the number one.

"This is a simple measure of the number of souls you have stashed away. It is better than a visual scan as it can detect any souls stored in dimensional bags. Mary if you would."

Mary's fingers twitched and the disc began to spin and Flora let out a gasp as slight vibration touched over her body. The number on the disc became a two then a three then a four.

"Hmm clearly we were right to come here just a few souls can become a massive problem when put in the right container-"

The number accelerated, six then eight then ten.

The bishop's brow rose slightly.