X Centaurus Ch. 034

It wasn't fair! It just wasn't... She wanted to be seen and heard, and valued like Lily!

She gripped the cracked crystal in one small fist and fiercely held it up, jogging by shelf after shelf after shelf just hoping for a bit of light, anything!

The light flickered and she froze, could it be? She turned, moving the crystal side to side, trying to see what book was causing the light. After a moment she found it, a yellowed book with a half broken spine. She approached cautiously, trying to read what the spine said.

"Luma- something?" she murmured squinting as she tried to make it out.

Not that it mattered, even close by the light was weak, pathetic, little to no affinity.

Her shoulder slumped in disappointment, head bowing as she placed one small hand against the shelf.

This was the only thing she had found in all this vast warehouse, and it was worthless!

Tears pricked the corner of her eyes, the invisible droplets stinging before they fell and pattered on the stone below and slowly became visible.

"This is too hard," she whispered.

Frustrated she grabbed hold of the decrepit yellowed book and tore it from the shelf. The heavy book near half her height came free and crashed to the ground below, revealing its pages which had been half torn out, and the rest moulded, the Class book was clearly dead and useless, she could never ever have gotten a Class from it.

She paused in her motion, a curious thought winding its way into her mind.

If the book was dead... why had the crystal been glowing?

She hesitantly held it up. The crystal still glowed. She moved it toward the book that lay broken on the ground. The light became dimmer.

Confused, she turned back toward the shelf and moved the crystal closer. The light became brighter, but not when she moved it to either side, only when it was near the gap the book had left. She pushed the crystal inside and it became brighter still.

There was something at the back of the shelf.

She dropped the crystal and frantically grabbed at the remaining books, tearing them free and tossing them aside.

There was a panel at the back. A panel not made of wood. A panel made of thick lead, scarred by nails and claws. She reached out and touched it. The metal vibrated under her touch. Her hand moved up, searching, she found a gap near the top, a slim slot, so tiny that only her fingers could fit, her tiny fingers unlike others. She frowned as she fiddled with something inside, and then with a click, the entire panel fell forward revealing a hidden compartment behind

A hidden compartment that contained a small black book.

The crystal discarded on the floor exploded with black light, and then it shattered, the light winking out, the crystal unable to contain the sheer Affinity.

The letters on the book were in a language Lily didn't know, but somehow, the meaning was pressed into her eyes, the book bypassing language and telling her.

ABYSS SUMMONER

"Abyss Summoner?" she whispered in confusion

The book reacted, the words like an agreement had been signed, it jerked free from the compartment, floating in the air, right in front of Lily's face. Then it opened, occult writings of some unknowable malignity, written in the blood of gods knew what, well, perhaps even the gods didn't know.

Her face was lit in red light as the pages flickered past, her eyes seeing beyond the pages, into a place beyond, a void filled with endless dark water, a place where an eye lay, a red glowing eye surrounded by uncountable sucker covered tentacles.

Lily opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out as she stared into that singular terrible red eye, deep within something moved, a shape within the eye, a boiling object, black and transparent, like glass, a collapsing geometric star with many sides, falling in on itself like a tesseract. She shook like a leaf, understanding roaring through her mind, terrible understanding of unseen, life altering, terrifying horrors in the deepest most distant watery abyss, they were coming , tHEy wErE cOmInG, tHe eLdEr Go-

Reset.

It was a new way to see, a view of the world through an interloper's eye, an awareness of the mechanisms behind - - - - - - - , behind magic... A Class.

The cover of a book is a bit like a door, when you open that door it is your mind that walks through.

Not all doors are meant to be opened.

Lily gasped as she awoke on the floor, a small sweat soaked otterkin laying amongst a sprawl of discarded books and shattered crystal, her heart beating like a drum, fight or flight response in full over drive.

She blinked and wondered why her body was acting as though it was terrified. There wasn't anything to be scared of, getting her Summoner Class had gone smoothly, the exact same process as she had seen with Lily, overwhelming and making her feel faint but no cause for stark terror.

She also wondered why she was lying on the floor for a moment but her excitement overrode any worries, she scrambled to her feet looking over her body. She felt a little odd, but she could still sense the Class, and its gift of a natural understanding, an understanding of summoning.

Pleased she looked for the summoning Class book so that she could show the others. Was it the broken yellowed book? She couldn't quite remember.

No matter, she had a Class now! And that was what mattered.

Raising her fist she brought to mind what she could do.

Summoning... A summoner, at this low level she sensed that she was heavily limited, and she had no material to make a link and form a summoning stone, meaning she couldn't actually summon anything...

But that wasn't true... was it? She could sense a link, an unexpected one, a tiny spot in her mind that had come with the Class. Odd. But maybe that was normal.

She reached out and called for what was behind it, trying to get a sense of the thing.

The thing on the other side made a long whistling pulsing sound and Lily furrowed her brow in confusion.

Ah, since she was such low level it meant that she could summon only very weak very small and very stupid monsters, like a basic slime, the thing was clearly animalistic. Oh well, she could at least see what she had gotten.

She quickly moved through the hand gestures calling it from the place she was linked to and a small of mote blue light appeared floating in mid air. She squinted at it. Just how small was this monster? Mosquito size?

She was pleased then when it started to grow, a blue portal hanging in the air, a bit unorthodox for a summoner but that was okay... the portal was getting rather large now, filling the space she was in, then sliding between the shelves. She took a step back as it reached the ceiling, a glowing blue disc.

"Am I a genius at this? Was my affinity that high?" she whispered in awe.

That was when the clueless blue whale swam directly into the portal from the other side, the transparent skin keeping what was on the other side back bulging out with the impact.

Lily nearly fell over as she staggered back in alarm, eyes going round in fear as the thin transparent portal skin began to split.

And then it broke.

And then the ocean entered the library.

And a blue whale.

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Fey screamed as the wall of water roared toward her, her body unable to stop thrusting into Penny as the shelves were swept away by the impossible wave.

Even as the water picked her up and sent her screaming out the blown out windows of the library she was still humping harder and harder into the squirrel girl, her body desperate to unload, life threatening situation only making the urgency to procreate ten times greater. The sight of a simply enormous building-sized blue whale, legs and fins flailing in a panic as she was washed down a split in the street, doing little to distract her.

Penny screamed and then gurgled as water filled her mouth, then air again as they tumbled on the water's surface. She spat water free and then drew in a breath just in time for Fey to ejaculate into her.

Her stomach rapidly grew in size, horse cum pouring into her in a life or death geyser that made her belly billow outward, expanding massively in moments, and lifting them above the torrent of water.

Penny swelled until her throne of a belly was nearly nine foot across, and then, unfortunately due to the waters, they rolled.

The two swung back underwater and Fey crashed into an unseen object, the top of a wall, and got caught.

The waters didn't stop and tore Penny free from Fey, Her pussy ripped away from the length of horse dick so quickly that she nearly passed out.

The helpless flailing spherical squirrel girl continued to be washed down the street even as the waters dropped, until she was simply rolling along the road benignly pushed by the current.

She came to a stop in a square, the waters now only inches high. She lay limp, just breathing, and only gathered herself when something large and round and soft rolled into her, Zoey.

She blinked water from her eyes and looked around.

A large crowd of nobles stared back at her.

"Uh, h-hi?"

"What is this?! This is an outrage!

"Disgusting!"

"What are these young ladies doing before our very eyes? Why are they so- so pregnant?!"

A motion attracted Penny's attention and she turned to see Zoey struggle up atop her belly, having to wipe away wet hair plastered across her face.

"I think we were washed into-"

She glanced at the group of poets clustered together as far from them as they could get, clearly terrified out of their wits, their gold and jewel covered lavish clothing glittering in the sun, fabric shoes soaked through by the waters which were merely puddles across the square now.

"-a play? I think this is one of the street theatres in... one of the wealthiest streets in the city, uh."

She turned to see the crowd of seated nobles on the stands, fans flapping furiously as they glared daggers at the pair.

"How much trouble are we in Zoey?"

Zoey bit her lip, but then, determination filled her gaze and she straightened up as best she could atop her cum belly.

"W-we call ourselves Head-Over-Heels, and we are the best tumbler act in the entire city of Bine!"

"Madness!" cried a particularly jewellery encrusted elven lady, "They are a pair of naked strumpets who have been fi- fill-," the elf's eyes suddenly bugged out of her head and she nearly fell over the row in front. A group of dress wearing noble ladies caught her and dragged her back upright.

"Whatever is the matter Lady Ariawyn? Are you feeling okay?"

Lady Ariawyn swallowed and grabbed hold of the lady next to her, then her voice barely a croak, she spoke, "Don't you fools realise? that damned newsletter, this is- this-!" she gestured wildly at the two cum filled tumblers. "It's real!"

The Ladies in the stand stared at the Lady and then turned and stared at the girls. A long pause followed, then furious whispering broke out, muttering and stolen glances.

The lords in the crowd didn't seem to have noticed the ladies change in temperament and were busily leaving as angrily as possible, occasionally throwing insults at the two tumblers, or yelling at the poets for letting such an obscenity be put before them.

Zoey and Penny watched them go. Then they turned to the ladies. The ladies stared back.

Lady Ariawyn coughed politely into her gloved fist.

"Head-Over-Heels you call yourselves? Tumblers? How much would it cost to... hire your act for a time, and perhaps with an addition, a story to go along with that? A story as to how you ended up in such a way?"

"Well, you know there was this centaur-

The crowd shifted at those words, dresses rustling and hips pressing down against chairs, hands carefully rearranged as hand fans sped up.

"-but it's not something that can be spoken of, in an ahem, public space." She glanced at the poets meaningfully.

"Yes. Quite," spoke Lady Ariawyn, "Very well, a private party would seem to be in order, one at my manse and-" Her gaze shifted to Zoey's rear where a line of white could be seen slowly oozing down her damp belly. "-and perhaps an emptying would be in order, and an analysis of the properties, ahem, I mean yes, party, come come ladies, we have guests to interrogat- I mean welcome."

Lady Ariawyn flicked her fan at the two tumblers and the pair of them slowly rose into the air as a pair of snowy clouds formed beneath each of them. They began to drift away, following in Lady Ariawyn's wake.