X Centaurus Ch. 044

"Yes, if this dark planet you speak of is dangerous we shall find out."

There was a certain something to be said for the offer, a guarantee to find out what was happening to her. But then, if she accepted, she somehow doubted she would ever be able to escape from the dragoness's clutches.

"But I'm sure it's fine," said Alexandria, waving a set of claws. "And you shall remain mine forever."

Fey needed a way to scare the dragoness, some way to make her not want her.

It was time to drop a bomb on the dragon's head.

"J-just so you know my cum m-makes other species pregnant. So..."

"What a silly idea, who told you such a thing?"

"No one, I know it's true because I've seen it!"

"Did you have a dream and forgot it wasn't real?"

"No! I have sex with a girl and then she gets pregnant, really really quickly! and then later, once she's full, she starts birthing lots and lots of eggs!"

Fey's hair was blown back from her head as the giant dragon head abruptly lowered down near her, so close she could reach out an arm and pat the dragoness's snout. Fey trembled in terror.

"What... What did you just say..."

"It h-happens really fast uh?"

"No."

"Uhm, eggs?"

"Eggs."

"Y-yeah eggs! So if you don't want to be filled with so many eggs you can't move and lots of children, well... I suppose that already happened, and you are like mega preggers, but still if you don't want to get even more preggers like Flora then you should let me go! I'm not just a masturbation toy! A dildo can't impregnate you!"

The dragon stared at her as if she was insane.

"Eggs... How many eggs are we talking about..."

"Like so many! You wouldn't be able to handle it, just your womb heaving full and fat with hundreds and hundreds of eggs! Just look at Flora! She's helpless!"

The dragoness licked her lip.

"Who is this... Flora?"

"Uhm, the gnome who is big like you?"

The dragon frowned then to Fey's relief moved her head away from her. The dragoness turned to see the great sphere that was Flora, a belly as large as her own.

"Ah yes, the other one like Tarra and Ryoka, a precious seed reserve for me to absorb."

"N-not just cum!" yelled Fey distantly.

The dragoness frowned further, shifting and moving her long neck to examine her twin in size.

Fey wondered how the gnome girl was going to react as the dragoness reached out a hand and hesitantly pressed it against the smooth surface of Flora.

She half expected the gnome to attack but after a moment nothing happened.

The dragoness pressed against her belly, and brought her head near, tilting to listen.

"Clack clack?" murmured the dragoness. She listened closer as she massaged Flora's belly. After a moment she reared back. "This is all eggs?! All of it?!" Apparently Flora was speaking to her. She nodded her head in understanding, listening, then turned back to Fey.

"You are so... virile, that you can inseminate any female no matter the difference in species... with eggs."

"Erm, yes."

"Your value has just shot up. No male dragon can fill me with so much cum and fill me with so many eggs, a half dozen is considered a good clutch, yours number in the thousands. I... may need to look into acquiring extra security for such a valuable possession."

...Not really the result Fey had been looking for. She couldn't help but think things had just been made so much worse.

She felt something tap at her nethers hidden behind the door frame and turned back to see Ellaria. With her was a doll of lily standing on a pair of bear's shoulders and along with her Rina, who was looking the worse for wear, a few cuts and bruises on her. Hanging back and looking guilty were Tami and her friends.

Fey glanced back at the dragoness to find her talking with Flora again, most likely about eggs.

She turned and quickly shot a bolt of healing through the Lamia as well as several injured maids that the bears had delivered. Rina gave her a grateful look.

"S-so what are we doing? I've been talking to the dragoness Ella, but I think I'm just making things worse, she seems to really really want me now!"

"The plan is simple. We're going to pump her so full of your cum that she can't fly, and then we are going to ride out of here on top of Flora."

Fey stared at her. "That's not a very reasonable plan Ella, if you don't mind me saying. I- I can't have sex like this! She's really really big and I'm really really empty! and anyway she'd just take it out and fly after us!"

"You won't be doing it with her directly, I doubt Flora would be able to hold her down for so long. Also does your interaction with any of the girls you have really filled suggest they would want to be emptied of your seed? Trust me, once she's stuffed full with cum she'll stay like that and she won't come after us."

"Alright, I guess I can maybe believe that, but I can't do that Ella! I'm empty! I can't even fill a girl as large as a room let alone enough to ground a freaking dragoness!"

"Uhm I have maybe got something to help with that."

Fey blinked and looked down to see Lily.

"You do?

"Yes, I, ah, got my Limit Break, and it's uh, something."

You did?"

"Mhmm. After something I did to flora... but that's not important, I have a way to overcome that problem Fey, to stimulate you enough that you will cum like you did at the palace. Maybe much more, enough that Alexandria won't be able to move an inch let alone fly!"

Despite herself Fey was curious about what the otterkin had to offer.

"Basically I can make it so that you can have sex with multiple girls at once and feel the stimulation all at the same time, each layered on top of each other so you feel each individual girl culminating in a layered orgasm that should make you ejaculate a lot. It's sort of like something I do with my plushies but in reverse."

"A-and the cum?"

"That works as normal except divided, your cum will be equally split between each girl, and then we only need to have Flora pin the dragoness in place and use the pumps connected to the loins of each girl to quickly pump the dragoness huge."

Fey stared at the doll. Penetrating lots of girls, at the same time? She couldn't help but like the sound of that. "H-how many girls? A dozen?"

Ellaria shook her head. "No, that's too few, this will be a much larger operation than that. We will need to seek out volunteers."

Fey licked her lips, her hooves shifting with nervous energy. To breed dozens of girls at the same time? fifty? The thought sent a shiver up her back in anticipation.

"I'm in, I can go fetch the other orc girls from the bar, they'd jump on the idea, even if it's sharing the load." Fey turned to see Glasha approaching.

"I imagine my maids will want to take part, they have been sniffing around you more than enough. I myself shall of course be of much greater value, a Lamia can extract so much more than others from a partner in the bedroom... especially when my goddam property is on the line."

"I can get my classmates from school. After I shared the newsletters with them they wouldn't stop bothering me about access to Fey."

"I'll go too," said Ruby.

"That's good, I've already sent out my teddy bears with letters offering this as an opportunity, together we should hopefully find a few people willing to volunteer."

"What do I need to do?" said Fey.

"Absolutely nothing Fey, just hang around here, make sure the crazy dragoness doesn't decide to burn down the estate or anything, and otherwise stay calm and collected."

The plan came together quickly after that. Bears bustling past holding letters and notes of invitation as maids cleaned the dining hall up, brushing away the dust and debris and making the place acceptable to receive visitors. A lot of visitors.

Fey did her best not to panic, occasionally popping her head out by the door to show the dragoness she was still there.

The preparations were finally completed with the addition of a large open top box that was put beside fey where she stood in the doorway.

A line was forming behind her, one made up of maids of the estate. As she tried her best not to let the dragon know what was up, the front maid in the queue stepped forwards, placed her lips on her horse balls and gave them a loving kiss.

Then she danced away and flicked a lock of her hair into the waiting box.

The next maid stepped up and embraced her balls, practically snogging the things. It took Ellaria grabbing her by the shoulder and hauling her off for her to stop.

The maid pouted but tossed some of her hair into the box.

The touch was of course for the gift of elasticity, and the hair was of course for the connection.

Fey knew that at least a few of the estate's maids had slipped into her room at night and fondled her length; she had been woken enough times by their excited naked bodies being pressed against her. She wondered how many of the maids here were lying about not having the elasticity and were using this as a chance to simply touch her balls... It couldn't be all of them, could it?

The procession of maids into the dining hall continued. There were rather a lot and Fey settled in to wait as maid after maid licked and slobbered and kissed at her balls as they passed by.

It took a while.

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A determined group consisting of two teenagers, an orc, and dozens of teddy bears streamed toward the front gates of the estate.

"Is that normal?" asked Glasha, eyeing the dozen or so girls who were hanging off the bars of the front gate and peering within. She had found a short skirt to replace her ripped apart shorts from somewhere, it wouldn't have done to walk around half naked in public even for an orc.

"Mm, pretty much. Ever since Fey started staying we get a few hangers around. More and more as the newsletter blew up. The maids usually chase them away though."

Ruby unlocked the front gates as she spoke and the group of girls tried to rush inside.

Glasha took hold of the gates and prevented them from going further with her body.

"You want in? you want Fey?"

The question sent a ripple of chattering through the gaggle of girls.

Glasha grabbed up a note from one of the passing bears and shoved it into one of the girl's hands. "Follow the instructions on this and try not to get in the way yes?"

The girl took the note blankly and began to read it. The other girls peered over her shoulder reading it too as Glasha and the teenagers pushed past.

Once outside they quickly made their way away from the estate and into the city streets proper. It wasn't long before they were forced to split up though, the teenagers headed toward their school as Glasha went to her favourite bar.

She arrived quickly. It was nearby and being seven foot tall tended to give a long stride that ate up ground, especially so when the need was quite urgent.

The signboard above the door read, 'The Green Bitch'.

Glasha pushed inside, the heat and smoke and the smell of spilt ale and sweat washing over her. It was the smell of home.

The roar of noisy orcs was deafening. Unfortunately orcs always had an opinion and weren't afraid to share or talk over each other in a competition to be heard. All orc bars tended to be like this.

There was of course a mix of male and female orcs, the guys flirting and boasting and flexing like peacocks to the girls. Not very successfully. Glasha doubted that they knew every single female orc there almost certainly had a piece of Fey shaped mini rubber in their panties.

She grabbed hold of the nearest female orc and bellowed in her ear, trying to make herself heard over the noise.

The girl blinked at her in confusion, then looked down at the hand gripping her shoulder. To Glasha's dismay she realised the orc had drunk more than a few and found a fist headed toward her face.

She slipped by it and flipped the orc over her knee sending her crashing to the ground.

Not even that slowed the packed bar from its mayhem, although it did trigger a fight as the orcs ale mug whipped from her hand and crashed over the heads of a group nearby.

The fighting quickly spread, fists flung, chairs smashed, beer splashed.

Sometimes being an orc was such a hassle.

She strode toward the wooden bar and climbed on top, giving her a view over the now near rioting crowd.

Then she turned and lifted the near full size fey dildo from its bracket over the bar. The thick heavy thing dipping in her grip.

A few girls had taken notice and were staring wide eyed.

Glasha was happy to give them a show and she flipped up her new skirt and in one motion slipped the dildo into herself, her breasts wobbling madly as her belly bulge crashed into them.

The noise in the bar petered off as the sight of an orc taking a cock the size of a leg drew all attention.

"Any girl here wanna be able to take a real cock? Then follow me out of this shithole, Fey is waiting for you."

She jumped down, dildo still inside, and strode out the bar.

After a moment every girl in the place hurried after her.

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Ruby crouched down at the back of the class and tried to catch the attention of someone she knew.

"Psst, psst, hey!"

The teenager she was trying to catch the attention of lifted her head away from the paper she was bent over, ink stained hands coming away with a quill as she turned to look down at Sarah.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" whisper-hissed the teenager back.

"You like Fey right? You liked the newsletter?"

The teenager glanced across the class to check if anyone was watching.

"I mean, sure, really really good to uh, you know, do stuff to, in private."

The teenager rocked her hips back and forth nervously.

Ruby eyed the wooden chair she was sat upon. A few lines of clear fluid were rolling toward its edges and dripping down.

"You've got one of the minis I sold you inside you now Celia?"

The elf flushed red with embarrassment.

"Y-you can't say anything, you had a way way bigger one, we all saw your blouse nearly breaking around your tummy!"

It was Sarah's turn to look a bit embarrassed.

"But then you saw Ruby and came running right? When she flashed the class."

"It was kinda hard not to after reading those damned newsletters. It's one thing reading, but another to see a girl's rear parted with so much.... so much..."

She squirmed on the chair, a little breathy sound escaping her lips as a fresh rivulet joined the others.

"I can get you the real deal. Not these mini things, but the real Fey, just like in the newsletter."

The teenager's eyes widened.

"All for the low low price of five gold."

"Goddamit Sarah, I swear you absolutely ripped us off last time."

"Hey, do you want to have your pussy absolutely ravaged by massive throbbing horse cock or not? you'll never get another chance."

The teenager bit her lip.

"When?"

"Now. we need to go now, right now."

"Now? but it's the middle of class!"

Celia's voice unfortunately came out a little loud and an authoritative voice came from the front of the class.

"Sarah. Ruby. Stand up."

The pair slowly stood from where they crouched, looking guilty. Ruby from another row that she had slowly been working her way down, talking to each girl.

"You skip class multiple times and when you finally deign to come back you think it appropriate to interrupt my lesson by crawling around gossiping with others?"

The teacher stepped away from the blackboard and lifted a cane from his desk.

"To the front of the class please."

The two teenagers stood up hesitantly, fearful of what was coming, their feet slow as they moved to the front, dozens of eyes watching them go.

They stood by the teacher's desk, nervously glancing between the teacher and the wooden cane held in his hand.

"I didn't want to do this, but the children of the rich and wealthy seem to only understand pain and shame. Bend over."

Ruby and Sarah glanced at each other, nodded, then leaned over.

Their hands darted down at the same time and their short flitty skirts were flicked up over their hips revealing that they weren't wearing panties.

The both of them slipped and hooked fingers into their puffy muffs and hauled back, stretching themselves and exposing their massive gapes to the full view of the class, male and female both, their pink insides and donut like cervixes visible to the sea of stunned teenagers.

"If you want something as awesome as this!"

"Then come to Tami Besindral's place!"

"Within the next hour!"

"But don't leave it for later or you'll miss out!"

The two turned and legged it out of the room.

The class and the teacher were frozen in stunned silence.

Then every single girl in the class lunged from their chairs and stampeded toward the doors after them.

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The room was dark and very very warm and humid. In the gloom flesh could be seen moving, huge arcing curves of soft flesh that pressed and slipped against each other, unbelievably huge breasts each at least the size of a wooden carriage, the perfect blemish free massive softness of each breast capped with an engorged thigh-thick nipple. The nipples were stiff and reddened because each of them was enclosed in a glass nozzle that applied a powerful vacuum force, slurping on each one, gulping gallons of milk down and sending it through one of the many clear rubber tubes that passed through and intertwined the many breasts.

The near total dark of the room was filled with soft and gentle moaning, the female bodies attached to the enormous breasts lying messily over each other, on each other's breasts or bodies, legs entwining, fingers curled with their fellow girl's fingers, sometimes clutching harder as a shiver rolled up their bodies.

The expansive room was filled end to end with girls, their breasts filling every available space, spilling up against the walls, the corners, massive breasts lying over each other.

The nozzles continued to work as the cowkins were pumped and pumped of milk that just seemed to come without stop, their breasts always producing more, gradually overwhelming the nozzles' capacity.

Above this space filled end to end with moaning lazing cowkins was a catwalk. Upon the catwalk a number of oiled men walked, each of them with a long staff. On the end of each staff was a massive rubber horse cock.

A staff was lowered down and the cock pressed into the puffy pussy of a limp cowkin, her moans rising as she was penetrated, the man above thrusting the thing down, his biceps bulging as he stirred up the cowkin's cunny.

The man he had replaced gave him a relieved look, massaging his sore muscles as he stepped away for a break.

The staff plunged down, and with it dozens of other staffs, plunging dildos in and out of the insensate cowkins, sometimes two dildos to one pussy, anything to stimulate the cowkins further, make them produce more milk, better milk.

A cowkin with a comparatively reasonable chest size, although still with some canyon-like cleavage, strode across the catwalk, her high heels clicking on the steel.

"Stir the producers harder! Faster! put your backs into it! we are this close to forcing them to produce platinum grade milk!" said Bessy.

The pumping up and down of the staffs redoubled and the chorus of moaning cowkins grew louder, milk gushing into tubes, straining them wider.

She nodded in satisfaction, a small smile appearing as she looked over the scene from behind her red spectacles. She then turned and strode back to her office, clipboard in arm.

Down below a teddy bear made its way up the slope of a massive breast before sliding down the other side, bouncing off a nipple before he came to a stop in front of a certain cowkin.

The cowkin looked down blearily at the bear, the constant haze of milky pressure and pleasure lifting for once.

The bear coughed politely into its paw and lifted up a sheet of paper.