Centaurus - Chapter 43 2/2

“She-she’s cheating somehow! cheating!”

The teenagers thrusting accelerated, a mad jack hammer, her cocks stirring up the girls insides as they madly flopped about the too large gape.

Phobe suddenly let out a long moan and shivered. But no squirt came.

“And that’s the first squirtless orgasm, we award minus one point, a regular orgasm is inferior to a messy squirting mess of an orgasm.”

“What the fuck! You can’t give me a negative score, that’s bulslhit!”

“Sorry, that’s just how it goes. You have minus one point Fey has-”

Olivia howled once more, her legs clutching desperately at the sides of Fey’s barrel as she sprayed down her underside.

“-Fey has two points.”

Ryoka let out a wordless scream of rage and thrust even more violently.

Olivia was rapidly losing her mind underneath Fey, and her clothes too apparently as her tented out tummy ripped through her blouse, buttons bouncing off Fey’s underside to go rolling across the dining table.

Her fingers darted down to her stomach, feeling how each delicious thrust pushed deeper. To her surprise each long languid stroke was pressing up within her with enough pressure that her belly button was popping into an outie before popping back as Fey withrew, each stroke creating a round nub over her cock shaped belly.

The thought of being changed to the centaur’s shape in such a way made her eyelids flutter and her pussy clench, which only caused the scraping passage of the cock to become that much more effective.

She opened her mouth and moaned like the sluttiest of whores in the worst of heats, a long lurid sound that rolled down the dining hall and caused the audience to rub their legs together and swallow, many hands pushing between many thighs as the audience of maids tried and failed to concentrate on eating.

Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh!

“Three points to fey!”

Ryoka was starting to lose it, her thrusting becoming arrhythmic as her anger rose, her cheeks flushing with exertion.

“D-damn you you piece of shit adaptation! Work for me! w-WoRk!”

And at last her adaptation ability reluctantly did so.

The maid howled as the two cocks in her pussy abruptly swelled in size by another six inches and Ryoka’s front was sprayed down with squirt.

But the real change with the teenager was happening below. Her clit abruptly lurched from its clitoral hood, thickening and lengthening, changing as veins riddled across its surface.

Phobe gasped as something small but rapidly growing larger pushed into her gape alongside the two larger cocks. She keened as the two cocks were pushed up by a third cock, one that inched up her passage as it grew, at last feeling the very beginnings of a decent stretch as the three cocks filled her, something that could actually compete with Fey, each two and a half foot long cock working together to scrape up her insides, and having a real effect.

“Oh fuck, that- that’s fucking good!” she moaned.

Ryoka herself moaned as she felt her third cock reach its final size, a match to her other two. She began to thrust eagerly, relishing how phobe’s pussy rippled over the three lengths, her cervix plopping over the heads as she thrust into her womb over and over, harder and harder until she was surpassing her original speed.

She was rewarded and Phobe clawed at her arms as she reached a peak and squirted a second time, Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! this time a scream escaping her lips.

Yes, this was better. She was fairly sure she might have permanently sprained what her adaptation was capable of by forcing it to work when it otherwise wouldn’t, but it was worth it.

She would conquer Fey and make her her bitch. Maids would flock to her side as they chose her over Fey. An image came to mind, one of her sitting upon Lady Alexandria’s throne as nude maids clutched at her legs, sitting on and by her, dozens of maids, all hers, and yes even Fey was there, the centaur’s cock flaccid and locked in a cage, the centaur looking up at her in worship, her pussy winking and dripping in desire for Ryoka.

“Twelve! No thirteen, fourteen! this is incredible!”

And then Fey would suck one of her lengths as the other girls. Wait- what did she say?

Ryoka blinked back to reality from her sex fogged day dream.

“Seventeen! my god with every other thrust!”

Confused, she turned to see Olivia and between her legs a massive horse cock, the medial ring just squeezing inside with a wet pop as her legs went up, her head thrown back as she squirted.

It didn’t stop there, Fey pulled back, ripping the ring from her lower lips, and drove it back inside. The girl howled and squirted once more. Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh!

To Ryoka’s disbelief she realised that Fey was making the squirrelkin squirt with every other thrust.

The count passed twenty and her cheeks flushed with shame. She could never do such a thing, she-

No! She turned back to Phobe and began pumping her cocks in and out even harder, the maid’s thighs wobbling like jelly as Ryoka put to work all her youthful energy.

But depsite hammering into the girl’s puss many times for each of Fey’s long strokes she was rapidly being outstripped.

As the count reached into the forties she screamed her frustration, worse she realised she couldn’t hold on any longer.

She fell over the maid as her three cocks stiffened and began spraying long and thin strings of cum directly into the maid’s womb, pumping blast after blast, nearly a minute of cumming until she finally went limp.

She turned her head as she lay against the maid, just in time to see Olivia be sheathed to the base in a spray of sticky sloppy pussy juice, her pink puss slamming home, the entirety of the monstrous cock inside of her, her belly stretched over her face, her clothing in tatters.

“OOHhh fuuUCK!”- I-CaN’t I—aaAAHNNN!!”

The judges struggled to sort one of Olivia’s orgasms from the next as she seemed to go into chaining squirt, her entire body thrashing, hands clawing and slapping against the table as she screamed and creamed.

And then Fey groaned over the top of her and her balls hiked up behind.

The top of the girl’s belly bulge billowed outward as cum exploded into her, her midriff deforming over so much sloshing fluid as gravity took hold and it washed down, Filling out her stomach as though she was pregnant several times over. And then the next load sprayed into her and she howled as she grew larger.

Ryoka could only watch, her own pussy clenching and drooling with desire as the maid expanded, her dome of a tummy spilling out across the table as it filled the space beneath Fey, with each lurch of the centaurs balls more and more cum tummy came into being, more womb stretching loads high pressure spraying into her most sacred place.

If the enthusiastic screams for more cum were anything to go by, Olivia was in her own personal heaven.

Soon the maid was nearly unseen, only her hands and feet visible beneath the spilling expanse, Fey herself being pushed up and away as what was beneath just kept growing as the seconds passed, her front hooves denting the dome as the maid grew.

Fey was rearing back by that point, the maid’s cumbelly well above her head.

The table suddenly let out a terrible groan, the sound of wood failing under extreme load, and Ryoka watched in disbelief as the part of the long dining table the maid was being fucked on collapsed and the enormous sphere of cum crashed to the floor.

Of course this only provided a better angle for Fey as the far end had fallen first, rolling the girl up and sheathing Fey even deeper if that was possible.

The maid continued to grow, her arms and legs wrapped around her belly, fingers and toes making red lines as she clawed like an animal, screaming and howling, the two halves of the long dining table started to be pushed down either end of the hall by her belly, the many table legs screeching as they were scraped across the marble, the many maids crying out in alarm as their food and drinks were knocked over.

Then at last with one final gut busting surge fey came her last and the cum belly came to its final size at thirteen feet across.

Ryoka stared.

Images of her time like this flashed by the teenager’s mind, indescribably pleasure, her pussy permanently destroyed, she had woken and found not only her cum belly pushed inside of Tarra, but her two cocks somehow squeezed incredibly tight in her pussy too.

And by tight, that meant very tight, and worse as Tarra had awoken and begun to move she had found herself getting hard.

Tara had panicked as she found herself stretched around the teenager, her hips jerking and twisting despite Ryok’s cries for calm, and that had unfortunately sent Ryoka over the edge, and she had found herself cumming in that tight space spurting string after string.

The awkwardness as the two looked at each other had been awful, Tarra realising she had just made the teenager cum against her will, Ryoka would never forget that expression.

But then, somehow even worse than that, the remaining Fey cum in the Oni’s pussy had lunged at her own, wriggling and tickling her cock as it consumed her little spurts, even pressing against her urethras to eat more.

After many hours trapped and arguing with the Oni their boss had awakened and then they had been emptied by the dragoness despite their cries of protest. Her shame just seemed to be without end. She just couldn’t compete. Her pussy didn’t disagree. She could still feel Fey’s shape within her, and-

“What are you doing?”

The teenager came back to reality and turned her head to find Fey standing beside her.

“You won didn’t you? Leave me alone…”

There was a pause, then;

“What are you doing?”

The teenager frowned and took a closer look at the centaur.

There was something… different about her, that is apart from being no longer sheathed in a maid. She seemed… angry?

It was weird, it was almost like she was looking at a different person altogether, one that was very much incensed.

“I’ll ask you one more time. Tell me what you are doing with my broodmare.”

Ryoka glanced down at the maid who was lazing atop the table top. She’d almost forgotten she was still inside the maid and she pulled back. Her three cocks slowly eased back from the maid’s stretched pussy, rivulets of pure white cum pouring from her cunt, puddling onto the floor below. She pulled fully free with a final small gush of cum and with a sigh reached for a napkin on the table to clean herself off.

Before she could grasp it however a hand reached out, one that gripped her forearm like a steel bar, utterly immovable.

She glanced up at the centaur, suddenly feeling wary. This wasn’t like the centaur, there was genuine anger there.

“I- uh, d-did my part of the competition?” she mumbled nervously. “What we agreed to?”

“I didn’t agree to this.” snarled Fey. “I did not give you permission to touch her let alone- let alone-” the centaur seemed so angry that she struggled for words.

“I-”

The arm moved and Ryoka found herself whipped into the air, her three cocks slapping against her knees as she was slammed down on the table by Phobe.

She looked down in horror as Fey hand slapped down on her belly, green light flaring from her palm, her flesh rippling and morphing as a torrent of healing magic was applied.

“Hidden above the womb. How cruel.” growled Fey.

Murmurs broke out across the room as something started to emerge, something metallic and gold. Ryoka watched in stunned horror as her body was opened up and the real and solid golden anti-breeder was physically pulled out, something that should have been impossible without killing the owner.

The fingers of the centaur clasped around the apple sized object and Ryoka’s flesh was left to form back with the last of the green light. Her hands frantically darted to the surface, fully expecting extreme pain about to hit her and then a swift death.

Nothing happened. It had been taken out cleanly.

“Y-you almost killed me for nothing you fucking maniac!”

Fey remained silent.

“You risked my life to get at something you can’t even do anything with, it’s an indestructible curse! not even-”

CRUNCH.

The sound made murmurs across the hall falter to quiet as everyone stared.

Shards of crushed gold fell from Fey’s hand and clattered to the marble. The sound deafening to the ears in the pin drop silence.

Ryoka’s mouth hung open in disbelief. Her curse had just been-

A hand came down on her midriff.

“Time to go Ryoka.”

Ryoka turned terrified eyes on the hand. She had been told what happened, when Fey touched a male, already she could see Fey groaning as her body grew larger, and feel herself draining a-… actually what was happening?

She blinked down as her breasts started to rise, her half blouse straining to contain her rising chest, buttons bursting apart and creating fresh cleavage.

Wait, her cocks!

She quickly sat up, eyes snapping to see… her cocks growing? no it was more than that, the flesh was rippling and at the base of the two upper cocks, they were shifting, her clitoral hood slipping up as they came down and-

Both Fey and Ryoka looked down in confusion as her three cocks became three absolutely monstrous throbbing clits, her cltioral hood stretching paper thin around the base of all three, wrist thick where they were slimmest before they thickened to their widest nearly thigh thick at the mid point and slimmed near the tip, each glossy wet and bright pink and each three foot long.

“What the fuck did you dooooooooo!?”

“Uhm- I d-don’t – uhm-”

Ryoka stared in disbelief at the suddenly changed back centaur who had put on about an inch of height. What was even happening anymore!?

And then she began to feel her clits, the sensation of their nerves newly delivered to her mind.

Sensitive didn’t even begin to describe them. No clit felt like these. It was as if every nerve ending had been quadrupled, and then quadrupled again, and then quadrupled a third time! until she could even detect invisible dust in the air landing on her clits!

She immediately screamed and her pussy sprayed down the floor in front of her with her steaming cunt nectar.

“Wh-what’s happening to her!” cried Fey as the teenager lurched from the table and landed on the floor.

That was clearly a terrible mistake as each clit was longer than her legs and the cold marble pressed against them.

She nearly fell then and there, grabbing at the table behind her as she came over and over, powerful jets of girl cum splashing across the floor over and over.

“Help me! help meeeee!!!!” she cried out as she found she couldn’t stop cumming.

“What do we doooo!?”

The panicking fretting Fey was thankfully saved from having to do everything as the fresh arousal of the three heavy clits caused them to stiffen and slowly rise, lifting away from the floor and at a forty five degree angle from Ryoka’s hips.

The teenager was left hanging onto the table for dear life, desperately trying not to move for fear of anything touching or stimulating her massive clits.

“Ooh, I think I know what happened!” said Shel raising a hand.

“Wh-what happened?” managed to squeak out Ryoka, careful to point her mouth away from her clits so her breath didn’t tickle them.

“Well you’re no longer a hermaphrodite for one,” said Glasha.

“N-no fucking shit,” gasped Ryoka.

“It seems Fey, uh, absorbed that part of you, but uh, I guess the female part of you expanded to take its place instead of just letting you be absorbed. Meaning instead of losing the flesh of your cocks it replaced it with the female version. It, uh, seems like it over compensated yes?”

“That doesn’t explain why I feel like I’m going to die from a touch!”

“Well Fey’s magic worked on you once, and now you’re entirely female…”

“You’re saying-”

“Yeah, you’ve been given a double dose, meaning twice as elastic and twice as sensitive, although in your case that’s probably a multiplier. For, made up example, if Fey makes a girl ten times more sensitive, and then for you it’s ten times that… or something.”

“Oh my god I’m never going to be able to wear clothes ever again,” groaned the teenager.

“You’ll have to walk around in public like that, pretty much yeah.”

“It’s worse than that, I can’t do anything like this! How am I supposed to fight for lady Alexandria with a bundle of giant throbbing clits that I can’t let anything touch!?!”

“Uhm- you-you’re leaking a little bit-” murmured Fey looking at the teenager’s chest.

The teenager jerked her head at the centaur in anger, “This is your fault!”

Unfortunately the motion shifted her incredibly large breasts that were nearly escaping her blouse and the milk that had been seeping from her nipples and staining the fabric suddenly flung free with a sprinkle.

The drops fell through the air and landed square on the bundle of clits between her legs.

“AAAIIEIEIEI!!! screamed the teenager as she squirted and thrashed, her clits slapping againt each other.

This of course sent her into yet another spiralling orgasm which caused her to move, which caused her clits to slap together again.

Ryoka screamed and screamed as she became trapped in the recursive cycle, thrashing against the table as she orgasmed without end.

Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh! Skllrshhh!

It only slowed when Fey grabbed hold of her shoulders and steadied her, holding her in place.

She lifted a hand and it glowed with green as she pressed it against the teenager’s forehead. The effect seemed to slowly ease her thrashing, but that didn’t stop her hips from twisting and her clits slapping against Fey’s legs. The magic was instantly obliterated and Ryoka came back to full extreme sensitivity and consciousness.

“Your legs!” shrieked the teenager, and Fey gasped as she realised she was making things worse. The centaur danced away in a panic, legs lifting high.

“How do I fix this!” cried Fey.

“Do that thing again! it was working!”

“I can’t without risking brain injury, it broke before I could finish!”

“She’s never going to stop cumming at this rate, something needs to be done.”

“Eh, that’s obvious, just look at that gnome girl, those idiots had to go to extreme measures to overload her.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying fuck her until she’s used to being so sensitive, that way even if something touches her clits she won’t lose her mind cumming and will just cum a little.”

“I- I don’t think I can!” said Fey fearfully.

“You just obliterated Olivia here, of course yah can.”

“N-no it’s not that, I’m just r-really really really drained okay! I couldn’t even if I wanted to!

Shel suddenly lunged onto the table, crawling across it with her hands and knees. Her hands grabbed hold of Phobe and spread her thighs as she pulled back her skirt revealing her massive gape.

Dribbles of white cum rolled down the interior of her gape before dripping to the floor below.

“Look what she did to your girl Fey, to your Broodmare.”

The sound of a horse cock slapping at the underside of a barrel filled the air.

Fey took a step forward. Her hoof coming down on the marble with a clack. Her nostrils flaring with pent up aggression.

“You idiot Shel, that’s the wrong girl you got her worked up on!”

“Nah, watch this.”

The orc grabbed hold of the bunnykin who yelped as she was manhandled and dragged across the table, Fey followed angrily.

She lifted Phobe and slammed her down, bending her over the table edge. At the same time the orc’s other hand reached out and grabbed hold of Ryoka’s neck and dragged her forward, pushing her down so she was bent over the top of the maid.

The taller Ryoka bent over the already bent over Phobe, her clits hung between the maid’s legs and Ryoka’s gape was presented to the air, her cute cervix visibly trembling in her depths.

“Over here Fey! Look! Pussy!”

The centaur roared and charged forward, rearing up on the table and thrusting forward, spearing her now three foot eight inch length into the teenager’s pussy in one go.

Ryoka screamed even as her belly stretched outward around feet of cock, pushing out with nowhere else to go apart from Phobe’s own gape as the orc held her in place

The two girls screamed and squirted as one as Fey penetrated both teenager and maid together, her medial ring slamming home then passing with ease past Ryoka’s especially stretchy pussy.

In one motion she slammed all the way to the base and Ryoka momentarily passed out as her clits flailed, crashing against the centaur’s legs and the table, slapping against Phobe’s kicking shins.

The centaur whinnied and reared back, Both Ryoka and Phobe being lifted into the air on cock before coming back down and Ryoka found her clits slapping down on top the dining table, cutlery and plates of food being pushed aside as they slipped across the table top or collided with Feys hooves.

Fey hauled back brutally, Ryoka’s pussy so stretchy it was pulled inches from between her asscheeks. And then she thrust forth, Ryoka’s and the maid’s combined belly bulge slapping aside her massive clits. The teenager screamed and squirted in tandem with Phobe, their fluids washing across the table top, making islands of the plates.

The centaur was lost in a haze of domination, her thoughts animalistic, only the need to breed and fuck driving her, to ensure her seed was the the one to dominate her broodmares’ wombs.

She looked down, her gaze red tinted, to see three cocks merging from between her front legs. Her cocks? In her simple animalistic understanding that must be the case since they came from below her and moved with her hips

Clearly these cocks needed a pussy.

Her hand reached out.

“H-hey hang on a sec!” said Shel as a grip like steel hauled her in.

Fey manhandled the orc like she was nothing and thrust her down, spearing the orc on the enormous three foot long middle clit.

“Wai-AIIIEEEEEEE!!!” squealed the orc as her pussy wrapped around the clit.

Fey grabbed for another clit and hauled it into place, aiming the narrow tip for the already stuffed pussy of the orc.

She didn’t hesitate and slammed it home. The orc howled but fey didn’t stop, positioning the third clit and stretching her pussy obscenely, slippery clits sliding in and out, slipping into her womb, tenting her toned and muscular abdomen out obscenely with the triple shape.

With the height of the orc and the length of the clits plus her own cock’s length Fey was able to grip the orc below her and use her as a cock sleeve, slamming her over and over onto the clits as her hips thrust up.

SCHLAP! PLAPTSH! FAP–GLRTSHH! SCHLURK!

The connection between Ryoka and Shel and Phobe made an incredible cacophony of noise, slurping wetness as flesh smacked against flesh, her girls squirting over and over.

It was a mess of girls, a tangle of girls with flailing legs, girls being driven insane by the eager centaur above them.

The tripled howls became as one, fingernails scratching madly at each other as legs kicked out, toes splaying, streams of pussy juices rolling down the table.

Ryoka was quite literally blacking out for a second with every incredible pussy destroying thrust, her insane sensitivity making her vision flicker and flash as her mind went haywire.

“AAIIIHHHHEEE!” came the trio of screams, and many of the maids around them joined in, furiously fisting themselves as they watched.

Even Fey herself joined, back arching as she slammed to the hilt just as she slammed Shel down to the hilt on Ryoka’s mega clits.

Fey came and Ryoka for the second time in her life began to expand inside someone, her vision flickering like a candle as her brain was besieged by pleasure. She could only watch in flashed images as Phobe’s belly expanded, one foot two foot, pregnant with septuplets, three foot, four, growing between each black out as fireworks crackled and exploded inside her head, the table collapsing under them, still growing.

The teenager only had one thought keeping her sane, one life raft of a thought: She was now a broodmare and she was Fey’s.

It didn’t take long for the combined cumbelly of Ryoka and Phobe to surpass Olivia, but eventually the great spraying ropes of horse cum stretching her womb came to an end and Fey, exhausted, became almost instantly flaccid, her cock rapidly retreating into her sheath.

Which was unfortunate as in her exhausted state it was the only thing holding her up on the roundness that was the girls.

She slipped back and fell to the marble floor with a crash.

The room fell silent as they all looked at the perfectly still centaur.

“Uhm, did she die?” said one of the maids.

Glasha stepped around the great sphere of cum with her hands on her hips. She examined a softly groaning Fey, her lips in a line, and then up at Shel. The orc was trapped on the side of the cum belly, the three massive clits plugged inside her pussy, thinner at the bottom meaning they couldn’t be removed no matter how the orc strained.

“Hey, uh, little help?”

“A little time with some consequence might teach you a lesson sister.”

“Wha- you can’t just leave me stuck on this brats clits!!”

Glasha smirked.

“I can and I will, and for that matt-

The windows of the dining room suddenly exploded inward, maids screamed, the ground shook and plaster and dust rained down from the ceiling obscuring vision. Someone screamed; “Earthquake!”

Panic was rife and even when the ground started to slow in its quaking the panic didn’t calm.

The sounds of crying and desperate shouts for help came from the dust filled air.

A woozy Fey struggled to sit up.

Really she wanted to just pass out, to pass out for several days at least. She wasn’t sure she had any balls left at this point she felt so spent and she wouldn’t have been surprised to find they had shrivelled up and fallen off.

But her incredible drive to heal and save others lives demanded she move and she shakily rose, muscles straining, as atlast she made it to her feet. She very much wanted to fall down again, but the fact there were those that needed her help held her up, like steel will threaded throughout her body.

A maid with a lacerated face ran by shrieking, blood running down her cheeks. Without hesitation Fey snapped out a hand and palmed the top of her head, a flood of healing magic roared into the maid and she blinked and looked down at herself as the shallow cuts instantly closed.

She turned the maid to face her.

“Bring everyone to me. Quickly!”

Fortunately, if anything, the maids knew how to organise efficiently, and as Fey shot pulses of healing through the lacerated cum bellies of Phobe and Olivia and Ryoka the maids lined up beside her.

Making things quick she strode down the line, her hand brushing over head after head, healing flooding then erasing any cuts or bruises or even old aches or pains or scars. She reached the end with a flourish and turned to see a group of very well healed maids who looked like they were about to start a religious cult in her name.

Fey scratched her cheek and smiled awkwardly. “Everything okay now?”

The cries of yes! and breed me! nearly overwhelmed her and the chatter was only broken when Ellaria came racing into the dining hall, her face covered in dust.

“She’s here! She freaking came! I- there’s so many buildings crushed beneath her!”

Fey blinked. “Who’s here Ella?”

“Only Lady fucking Alexandria!”

Fey felt something cold and heavy appear in her gut, was that fear?

Hesitantly she neared the glassless windows and peered outside.

Flora had apparently gained a rival in size. A second cum belly was resting on the estate, but the owner of this one was much more fitting for its monstrous size.

Alexandria in full dragon form lay atop her stomach, her wings folding over her back, tail and limbs inside the surrounding buildings of those her belly had crushed.

A long neck rose above and a massive dragon head looked down upon the estate.

“Fey Swifthoof. I know you are here. Come to me, my possession.”

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