43.1 p͏a͏t͏r͏e͏o͏n͏.c͏o͏m͏/S͏t͏r͏a͏t͏o͏t͏h͏r͏a͏x͏A͏f͏t͏e͏r͏D͏a͏r͏k͏

Previously on centaurus: Ruby, Sarah, and Tami hatch a plan to take terrible vengeance on an unknowing Flora. Their plan was almost interrupted however by a pair of adventurers, Orcs who became incensed when it was revealed to them that Tami was able to level without risking her life. After an agreement was made to defuse the situation the plan went ahead, and Flora ascended into pleasure 2.0

Now, chapter 43:

"See, I told you I was right! I told you it would work!"

"You can stop being so smug Lucy it clearly didn't work the same way."

"It... mostly worked."

"If by that all the growth that was supposed to happen went into her balls then yeah, it worked. Oh, and it lasted no time at all."

"It wasn't just that, her coat went red and- and- she became super aggressive, and dominant!"

"...Admittedly I do like the sound of that last bit, being able to make a super aggressive wild Fey on command, all animalistic and brutal like, that is so hnnnff! But that's not what happened with the stallion when you tested it, you made that horse grow."

"Amazing right?"

"Not if it doesn't work on centaurs."

"Hold on Tami, we don't know that's how it works."

"Of course that's how it works!"

"Well, could you always do what you do now? There's such a thing of leveling up you know."

"Uhm, it was only gear zero, same as the stallion, I can't go higher gear than that yet."

There was a pause.

"How… high does it go?"

"I'm not sure, more than a few probably.

"Hmm. Well even if it just means even bigger balls that's good, that means more cum."

"Not right now though. Have you seen her? I think Fey might shrivel up into a raisin if she cums anymore."

Fey let out a weak groan hearing that and opened her eyes. She unfortunately had to agree with the words. Twice at the palace and then this she had cum her soul out. The centaur felt as dry as a desert, like a soaked sponge that had been wrung out until there was nothing left.

There was a noticeable weight on her back, the human? She struggled up from where she lay atop Flora and turned to see her. Lucy bit her lip and waved shyly back.

Fey's eyes wandered down to see that her now returned to normal coat was soaked underneath where the teenager sat. She could even see the teenager's swollen pussy through her skin tight leggings, a large camel toe, the two puffy sides of her puss and a nub at the front where her clit stood proud. The thin leggings were so soaked through in fact that she could make out the swollen redness beneath.

"I didn't say you could ride me."

"Uhm…"

"I don't even know who you are…"

"T-Tami's friend! Oh gods please don't be mad at me!"

"Calm down Lucy, look you're making even more of a mess."

Lucy glanced down to see the growing wet stain on Fey's back and jumped up with a yelp, apparently not having realised how messy she had gotten. She landed on the smooth pale surface to the side, barefoot along with Tami, Ruby, and Lucy who were also barefoot, the surface indented slightly below their feet.

Small clouds of dust could still be distantly seen at the edge of the smooth blemish free surface and Fey reluctantly realised that Flora's pregnancy had grown quite a bit. The teenagers and herself were very small on her incredible vastness.

Apparently the teenagers were standing around her for a reason and Fey blinked as she felt something loop around her back hooves.

"Sorry Fey, but you're kinda in the way, we can't get at the valuables with you like this."

"Uh…"

The ropes on her hooves pulled backwards and Fey found herself slowly sliding bit by bit over Flora, her hands slipping against the gnome's breasts as pink hair emerged from beneath her barrel.

She caught a glimpse of the gnome's expression and wished she hadn't, only the whites of her eyes were visible and her hair was so frazzled that locks of the stuff were lying in her foam-filled slack mouth. Not that the gnome was conscious enough to notice. She was unmoving apart from the occasional twitch that rolled up and down her body.

The twitching increased as Fey's flaccid length came free with a gush of horse cum and Fey slid between the gnome's thighs, lubricated on her plentiful fluids, given a front seat view to the gnome's violently gaped pussy, the slick thing fucked bright red, a massive cavern that still rippled and trembled as though clutching at a phantom cock no longer there.

Fey found herself coming to stop on a slathered layer of cum and squirt as Tami released the ropes.

She tried to struggle up, she really did, her hooves slipping wildly on the mix of bodily fluids, made worse by the smooth tightness of Flora's belly below.

After several failed attempts she gave up with a huff.

Instead, she watched as the teenagers ran back and forth, clear rubber tubes being gathered up from somewhere over the edge of the mass that was Flora and ran between her thighs.

The bunnykin, Sarah, Fey vaguely recalled, straddled the insensate gnome's back and began busily shoving hose after hose down in the gnome's cunt.

Fey watched this wondering what the teenagers were doing. They seemed to be struggling a bit, finding that Flora's changed cervix did not want the plundering teenagers to enter.

She watched as they battled with the gnome's pussy, but she had to wonder why they seemed to be getting further away from her, and not only that, they seemed to be accelerating.

Fey blinked and looked down. No, it wasn't the teenagers, it was her, she was resting on a highly slippery slurry of fluids, and unfortunately, that slurry was on top of a very gently curving slope.

She watched with alarm as her sliding started to speed up further, the slope of Flora's belly becoming steeper and steeper.

Desperate to stop her descent the centaur scrambled with arms and hooves, scrabbling at the smooth surface, trying to find something, anything, to grip hold of.

To no avail, the gnome's belly was simply too slick and there was nothing to get a grip on. The centaur watched in dismay as the teenagers vanished out of sight over the horizon of Flora's monstrous size and she began to plummet earthward along with a waterfall of slop from many stories above the ground.

With a cry of fear she managed to twist mid-fall, somehow getting her hooves beneath her.

She still came down very hard.

With an explosive crack all four of her hooves hit the flagstones and they instantly impacted into the earth in four separate craters. Her body shuddered under the strain of so much inertia but thankfully managed to hold together.

Fey stood frozen like that for a moment, in disbelief that she had survived and hadn't gone splat.

Apparently being absurdly strong had more advantages than she had realised.

After a moment she hesitantly stepped out of her four impact points and looked around.

The estate seemed… somewhat normal honestly. A maid passed her by, a basket of towels in her arms, glancing hungrily at her lower half yet ignoring the mass of Flora that was significantly larger in size, more of the estate cast into shadow by the gnome girl.

Maybe it was a little bit concerning that the people who lived and worked on the estate had gotten so used to her extreme filling of girls that it was just normal now.

The maid disappeared and Fey was left alone once more.

She felt… dry.

She was pretty sure her testicles were smaller than they had been in a long time, and her cock was for once fully flaccid and sheathed neatly. Looking at the thing nobody would realise just how terrifyingly large she could be when fully erect.

Her loins weren't the only thing feeling a bit desiccated. She licked her lips and realised that they were dry and cracked.

She needed fluid, a drink.

So she went in search of one.

The estate was vast and extravagant, but it did like to keep things at least somewhat evenly spaced apart and decentralised so she was quickly able to find a kitchen attached to a dining hall.

The maids inside paused in their work as she entered, murmurs and stares breaking out.

Fey ignored them, stepped over to the nearest sink, and stuck her head under the tap turning it on full blast.

She drank, to put it lightly, like a horse, and only pulled back after what felt like drinking more gallons than she ever had in her life.

The maids had apparently appreciated the show and were gathered around her rear end, examining her stallion thighs and balls, cooing and gossiping.

"D-do you do uh, p-private sessions Miss Fey?"

"You can't just ask a guest of the master that!"

"I don't think I could even if I wanted to, I'm, ahem, empty."

"We saw what you did to miss Flora, c-could you do that to me someday?"

"Uh…"

"No! We agreed to pre-cum only! it's the only way to be fair, there's just too many of us and Miss Fey doesn't have time for lowly maids!"

"Sh-shutup! I know you've been working the books, getting into the parties over and over!"

"Lies!"

The maids' squabbling was only broken up by an incredibly loud bellow, one that sounded angry, aggressive.

"CENTAUR! GET YOUR EQUINE ASS OUT HERE AND FACE ME!"

Fey blinked.

"I think they mean you Miss Fey."

Fey wandered from the kitchen, the maids following in her wake, and into the attached dining hall. The hall was full of maids eating at a pair of long tables, maybe forty of them, but It clearly wasn't they who had been shouting.

The audience watching on while they ate had eyes for two maids who appeared to be storming down the dining hall toward Fey.

No, that wasn't it. She furrowed her brow in confusion as she tried to understand what it was she was looking at. The two maids stockinged legs and feet were dangling just above the floor, and their short skirts were hiked up behind them.

Fey blinked as she realised they were being carried.

It was only when the pair of maids came to a stop did Fey see the third person, their head pushing between the two maids' shoulders.

The person had green hair and yellow eyes and as Fey watched a long chameleon tail appeared swaying behind her.

"Fey the centaur. It's me. Your rival."

Fey stared at the teenager.

"...I have literally no idea who you are."

There was an awkward moment of silence.

"Liar! You- we competed! We competed to fuck Tarra senseless! and- and then you shamed and embarrassed me by f-fucking me inside of her!"

Fey stared in complete incomprehension. Had there been a girl with green hair? It was so hard to know, her time in the palace was a blur, so many girls eager to be bred, so many pussies.

"I'm sorry but I don't remember you…?"

The chameleokin's mouth opened and closed, her cheeks flushing red with anger, clearly very upset that she hadn't even been significant enough to remember.

"You- you manipulative psychopath! Trying to trick me into thinking you don't even remember me, th-this is some kind of way to mind game me out of our confrontation!"

The teenager struggled and then managed to push off the two maids who seemed to be attached to her front. They slid forward and then fell to the ground, a pair of massive two-foot long human-like cocks slipping from beneath their skirts and hanging from the teenager's hips.

Fey looked between the two cocks then up at the teenager. She narrowed her eyes.

"You're telling me I'm tricking you? You know I can't touch p-penises, right? If I do then bad things happen to the owner of the penis. I definitely didn't have sex with you, whoever you are, because you stil have your p-penises and aren't six inches tall!"

"You definitely didn't seem to think that when you were ruining my pussy! Look!"

The curvy teenager turned and bent over, her fingers reaching behind her rear and toward her exposed cunny. Her fingers hooked around her pussy lips and she spread herself, exposing her vast gape for everyone to see.

Fey stared at the teenager's insides, her glossy pink donut-like cervix quite visible. It was almost cute.

"That does look like your work. Got a pretty nice preview of it myself with all that rubber."

Fey blinked and turned to find that two of those who were eating in the dining hall were a pair of Orcs and not maids. She realised she knew them, they had been the Arch-Soulomancers bodyguards.