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"B-but!

"Don't even start! I know you're as heated as I am, I can feel your insides squeezing down on my fingers every time I say the word horse… cock."

The other maid let out a little sound and her thighs drew together slightly. The cum continued to ooze into her.

"See!"

"Th-that's just a coincidence!"

"I can totally feel you trembling, look maybe we can just take a small little look, a taste of her?"

The red head called Nicole pulled her knuckle deep digits free from Katty with a spattering of cum and fem lube, Katty gave her an offended look, clearly unhappy to be empty.

Nicole tried to push away some of the cum oozing up her stockings, but after a moment she gave up and stood from the pillow, her frilly maid's skirt falling to two thirds down her thighs.

Cum continued to ooze up her stockings.

Fey couldn't help herself, the sight was incredibly enticing.

She took a step forward.

So did Nicole.

They drew closer, desire thick in the air, or maybe that was the hormonal fog.

Their eyes locked together as Nicole approached then circled. Fey watched her as she stepped up to her side, up to her barrel, and then leaned down to see what was beneath.

Her cock was waiting. A brutal slab of horse dick patterned with finger thick veins near the base and finer nearer the tip, a fat medial ring part way, the tip flat and nobbled, evolved to scrape and stimulate a mare's insides as much as possible, to drive her beyond wild.

Nicole's hand hesitantly alighted on it and the massive length bucked, slamming up hard against Fey's cum covered barrel. Horse cum splattered in every direction, droplets of white spraying up the maids front and over her face and hair.

She laughed in delight.

"Uhm, if you don't mind me asking, why are you so, erm, productive?" said Katty. The maid had struggled up from the pillow and was busy pulling her cat panties up. She seated them in place and a gush of horse cum was pushed around the fabric to spatter to the puddled floor below while the remainder was sealed inside her puss.

"I- I'm not It's just- It's just-"

Images flicked across Fey's mind of the cause of her current excess of production.

Ellaria.

Ellaria in the Dress.

Barefoot, light fabric flitting around her gorgeous thighs, nipples pressing against cloth, swooping cleavage that would make a goddess violently jealous.

The imagery hit her like a brick to the face and she gasped, desperately trying to repress the memory. But it was of course, too late, her cock became twice as rigid and slap-slap-slapped against her barrel, precum spraying from the tip in long powerful bursts of clear fluid. Her balls already swelling. They had shrunk a lot after filling the dragoness, reduced down to the size of watermelons each, now they were rapidly filling again, their surface becoming taut as they grew, creeping down her back legs as they put on more and more mass, inch after inch.

Just imagining Ellaria in the Dress was now a dangerous prospect.

Poor Katty who was standing in front of her was front and centre for her production and she was instantly doused in buckets and buckets of cloudy slightly sticky precum, her dress quickly becoming soaked to the skin. She raised her arms to try keep the deluge back but it was too much, precum geysered around her hands and sprayed up into her face, only barely slowing it, masses of fluid going in her hair, her mouth.

Katty gasped aloud and stumbled aside, falling out of the line of fire and allowing precum to be sprayed across the dining room, up the wall, darkening the wallpaper, and spraying across the long dining table, knocking plates and cutlery and candelabras off the table to smash to the marble floor below.

Fey keened and mauled at her blouse covered breasts, trying to forget, trying to get Ellaria out of her head.

It wasn't enough and her rear bucked and thrust into Nicole's hands desperate for relief, desperate to be sunk into a needy sloppy pussy.

She turned on Katty who had stumbled away and was trying to wipe precum out of her eyes.

The maid's dress was nothing like Ellaria's but the bouncy flitty thigh length skirt had the same look. She would do.

She took a step toward her.

But then came a voice.

"Just what in the hell do you think you are doing? Do you think this is a time for leisure girls? The palace is in crisis!"

Fey turned to see a large breasted woman in high heels storming into the dining room. She wore a maids uniform like Katty and Nicole but the skirt on hers was much longer, reaching down to her ankles where a pair of six inch high heels could be seen. Interestingly she had a pair of nose plugs inserted into her nostrils, clearly suspicious of the fog that hung around the palace, perhaps wisely.

Her black hair was done up in a bun and tied with a black bow. The woman exuded authority and severity which was only emphasised by her great height, easily over seven foot tall with the heels. Despite being over a foot taller Fey somehow felt like she was beneath the woman, imperious was an understatement.

Behind her came a meek looking group of regular maids, their shoulders hunched, trying not to attract attention.

The imperious woman adjusted her red framed glasses. She had a small beauty mark on her cheekbone.

"What do you expect us to do? This place looks like a battlefield!" said Katty, waving her arms around as if to gesture at the mess.

"I expect you." said the head maid taking a step, her heels clicking against the marble. "To. Do. Your. Job. That means cleaning the palace top to bottom before Lady Alexandria awakens. Do you want to face her wrath when she finds out that her expensive and well paid labour force has left her property a dump?"

"Not that well paid," muttered Katty.

What was that?" came the head maid's whip crack voice.

"N-nothing!

"Good."

The head maid had a bag on her hip, one themed in black and white to match her dress, the opening sewn with frilly lace.

She dipped a hand inside and pulled free a large thick glass bottle, about two thirds of a gallon if filled. It was a vacuum bottle, like that had been used to clean up Fey's precum earlier. The bag it came from was far smaller than the bottle, a clear indication that the bag was dimensional. She shoved the glass bottle into Katty's hands, and then pulled a second free and gave it to Nicole, and then another and gave it to a maid in her meek entourage, and so on, until all the maids were armed for war and ready to do battle.

"Here, you can start by cleaning up the prodigious amounts of our Lady's fluids. I doubt she would want that falling into more unscrupulous hands. You know how mages are about anything that is taken from a dragon's body. Despicable what they will do to possess dragon material. You can collect the… other stuff at the same time."

"Uhm, yes ma'am!"

Katty turned and looked down at the cum oozing its way across the dining room floor. She was supposed to collect all of that in such a small bottle?

The other maids provided a solution however, dragging a barrel into the room to empty the glass vacuum bottles into once full.

The maids started to work.

The head maid however only stared at Fey in a decidedly unimpressed way. Her eyes moved from her cum drenched hair, down to her cum drenched semi transparent blouse, then down to her horse half and her cock which throbbed and sprayed a good few buckets of precum across the dining hall yet again, splashing across furniture and cushions.

"It would seem rather impossible to properly clean the palace whilst you are producing more of a mess with every passing second," she sniffed.

"S-sorry about that! I Just thought of Ella and- and-"

"I do not care. If the Lady didn't have a personal interest in you I would have you thrown in the dungeon for destruction of property."

"That wasn't my fault! She grew really really big on her own!"

"Are you saying that she destroyed her own palace accidentally? The accusation of incompetence is an offence in of itself, I should have you tied up and whipped bloody for saying such slander of our Lady Alexandria! Outrageous!"

Fey opened her mouth to deny it but suddenly had the feeling it didn't matter what she said, this head maid seemed determined to be angry with her.

She slowly let her mouth close.

A spray of precum passed by the head maid's skirt in the awkward pause.

"Hmph. As it is I shall have to deal with you in a more even handed manner since you belong to our Lady."

She put her hand in the dimensional bag once more and fished around. After a moment she removed a circlet of gold, a thick solid gold collar, one carved with intricate angular runes and embedded with jewels.

"This," she said, "Is used to imprison some of the strongest prisoners of war that our Lady heroically captures. It snaps around a neck and is impossible to remove no matter how strong or leveled the prisoner is." She eyed Fey's neck high above. Her eyes then drifted downward. "But since I do not think the Lady would appreciate having her toy imprisoned I shall be using it for a more… practical purpose."

Fey's eyes widened as the head maid took a shockingly swift step forward, high heels clicking as her hand darting beneath her barrel.

It only took a moment. The gold collar opened seamlessly, yawning wide of its own volition, and then snapping tight around the base of Fey's cock, which was thicker than most necks. Not that the thickness stopped the collar, the gold and jewels seemed to morph and expand to engulf her, a band of metal drawing tight against her flesh, squeezing in uncomfortably.

"Wh-what are you doing! What did you just put on meee!" said Fey trotting backwards in alarm, cock waving wildly.

"I have simply turned the tap off. You are a faucet overflowing a sink. The kitchen cannot be cleaned until the source has been shut down. That is what I have done, no longer will you overflow."

Fey paused. It was true, her stiffly bobbing cock had stopped spraying precum entirely, even bringing Ellaria to mind made no difference to her production, she had been shut off, choked, stoppered, she was no longer able to cum, or produce precum.

Strangely it was almost a relief, she was such a productive centaur and on such a hair trigger that for a moment being completely cut off from that gave a certain freedom.

She imagined Ellaria in that dress.

Nothing.

She imagined Ellaria naked, draped across a bed, the glorious curves of her body presented to her, legs spreading wide in preparation to take her massive dick, eyes half lidded, giving her the ultimate 'fuck me' eyes.

Nothing.

Her balls let out a pained groan and inched larger. They had started as large as watermelons, sixteen inches across each, now they were passing the twenty two inch mark, two hyper dense spheres hanging heavy against the back of her legs, veins pulsing across their smooth dark surface.