Chapter 21 (Patreon)
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Previously on Centaurus: The band go to the AG where Vivi’s stowaway is revealed and a group of minotaurs accidentally ‘milk’ Fey into Kayla.
Now, Chapter 21:
Harry held his brand new and just purchased high-end fabric bolts to his chest. Harry was a tailor so he had a certain appreciation for quality and these particular Mythril threaded silks were of exquisite calibre. He could feel the metallic threads patterned throughout the silk under his fingers, today truly was one of the best days of his crafting caree-
A crash made his steps falter to a halt. What was that? He turned his head and found he was standing outside of the adventurers guild in a mostly deserted street. The AG, that vast and looming building, truly the adventures held to much sway in the city to have gotten permission to build such a sprawling grandiose thing. But then they did make good (and wealthy) customers, who didn't want clothing that reliably held enchantments? When your life was on the line your equipment mattered and adventurers were quite happy to shell out the few extra gold for that kind of confidence.
Whenever he had been around the AG before the place was always always filled with singing, or happy shouting, or loud boasting, it was a generally loud albeit positive place. A place welcoming and warm.
This time however there were wails of abject horror coming from within, as though something had happened to the occupants that defied comprehension, an existential nightmare that scarred minds for a lifetime.
Had something bad happened? There were so many cries of distress, it must have been something truly terrible. He stared at the closed front doors, maybe-
The tinkling sound of breaking glass rent the air and Harry stumbled back, looking up as a white furred pregnant fox girl crashed through a window on the fourth floor and flung herself into the air, flipping end over end. She came down, falling out of control, if she hit like this it would clearly be bad, maybe fatal. Harry in a moment of blind panic stepped forward to catch her, his precious bolts of fabric falling to the ground as he reached out.
He caught a look of fear on the falling fox girls face before she opened her mouth and spoke aloud.
“WUMMY!”
A dozen glossy white tentacles exploded from her shorts in a spray of clear fluid and whipped down to the ground below, slapping down onto the cobble. The tentacles caught the falling fox girl who yelped and shuddered as she was supported in the air entirely on tentacles reaching down from her bulging shorts.
She reached down, desperately clutching at them, trying to hold herself up.
“H-hold m-me p-p-properly!” she mewled as her legs dangled, turning inwards as clear fluid rolled down her inner thighs, down her shins, to drip from her toes onto the ground below.
The tentacles seemed to listen and a pair of them slid around her thighs helping to hold her up in the air.
“G-g-good W-Wummy, n-now l-lower me down…”
The fox girl groaned as the tentacles slowly slid back inside her stretched out shorts, sliding back up inside the cloth as she was gently lowered down to the ground. Her feet pads alighted on the cobble with a pat and immediately her knees nearly gave way as the last of the tentacles disappeared from view up inside her. She trembled for a moment, her legs shaking, before she managed to recover somewhat, rubbing a paw over her face.
Breathing heavily she glanced at Harry who was openly staring at her. She froze up.
“Uh, hey.”
Harry continued to stare.
The vulpine coughed into her fist and then waved a paw at him.
“You didn't see that. Nothing happened.”
“I- You- tentacle-!”
She put a digit to her lips and shushed frantically.
“Pretend nothing happened if you know what’s best for you buddy. You want to wake up in the middle of the night being dragged out of bed by dozens of angry pussy tentacles?”
“S-slime M-m-monster!” said Harry, not quite processing what was being said.
She let out an exasperated sigh then glanced behind as something large crashed up against the inside of the main double doors of the AG causing them to shudder.
“Ah looks like things are about to get kinda messy. I’m off, best of luck!”
She patted him on the shoulder with a slightly wet paw and jogged off down the street leaving the stunned tailor behind.
The doors boomed and shuddered once more and Harry took a step back unsure what strange thing was about to happen next. He didn't have to wait long, the doors groaned and then all of a sudden they burst open, whipping outward on their hinges, which was concerning considering they weren’t meant to open outward.
A tide of people caked in some kind of white substance exploded forth, at their front a terrified centaur with a pair of large minotaurs atop her back fighting each other to get at her. As he looked the blonde furred one punched the beige furred one in the eye and she was sent flying from the centaur’s back with a scream. Harry only had a moment to consider that it might have been in his best interest to follow the vulpine before the tide rolled over him and he was knocked off his feet by the panicking fleeing crowd.
People rushed past, shouting and screaming about being cummed on or something like that, Harry wasn’t quite sure and their wild-eyed screams of rage and hysteria were hard to understand. In any case he was somewhat distracted by seeing a half dozen minotaur feet following after the centaur coming into contact with his precious bolts of fabric. A scream of existential horror ripped from his lips not unlike the ones that the strangely white-coated crowd were making. He crawled forward, adventures rushing around him, and reached out for his cloth as one last particularly large minotaur hoof crushed it into the muddy cobble.
Too late. It was all ruined. He placed his palms flat on the ground and bowed his head as the last of the white coated crowd passed by.
“Erm, are you o-okay? I- I collected your fabric thingies if that's okay?”
He blinked and slowly raised his head. A white sphere about one foot across was floating a little above the ground, a messy line of white drooling from the bottom as it shifted.
“Wha- are you… a ghost?” he breathed.
“Uhmm, n-no, just an otter girl, at least, I hope I’m not a ghost.”
The bolts of fabric which seemed to be floating a bit above the white sphere moved toward him and not knowing quite what else to do he took them.
“Sorry about that, this is all my fault really, I should have said something about being sleeved on Fey, it was always going to be a mess.”
Harry hugged his bolts of cloth tight, ignoring the hoofprints and spatterings of sticky white substance on them.
“Kayla come now, we have a job to do despite this mess,” said an authoritative voice from behind the floating sphere.
Harry looked up and as though the sun was rising over the horrid darkness a person appeared, an elf, but that term didn't quite do her justice. Harry had never seen such a mind-bogglingly beautiful person before and words utterly failed him. He could only look up at her from where he knelt on the muddy cobble, his jaw flapping open uselessly, bolts of fabric forgotten, for what were they before this perfection? this goddess of glamour walking amongst mortals. His wonderful fabrics paled and became grey before this stunning elf, she was on a different level to anything he had ever seen and already his tailor’s mind was firing up and imagining how much more stunning she would look if he were to create real clothes for such a woman.
The ‘ghost’ seemed to move and twist toward her, then wobbled slightly.
“Uhm, yes Ellaria! Captain sir! Er- Ma’am!”
Harry watched with a glazed over expression as the ghost followed after the ridiculously attractive elf, then he looked down at his expensive new mythril silk.
He had work to do, his inspiration and new muse demanded it.
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“G-get off of me!” cried out Fey as she bucked her horse half, the blonde furred minotaur hanging off her back bouncing and rolling across her as she moved, barely hanging on.
“I- I Just want you! Just become my husband! Marry me! Please!”
“NO! I'm not marrying you, you crazy minotaur!”
The minotaur was large, and strong, that was true, but Fey was large herself, and also very very strong so eventually the inevitable happened and the minotaur was flung from Fey’s back and crashed to the ground in a heap. She glared up at Fey from where she lay, a bit of mud marring her clean blonde fur, and her blouse, which was a shame as it was a nice blouse, low cut on her expansive breasts which were cupped by her stylish corset below.
“It’s only right you become my husband. I beat the others and won you fair and square! We need to get married right now and then you can use that fat heavy horse dick to pound me into our marital bed until I can't feel my legs!”
Fey flushed at that. “I’m not a husband! And I’m not doing any of that! I’m part of a band anyway, I can't just go gallivanting off to get m-married!”
“Well obviously you would be quitting your band and joining ours, that would automatically be part of the process, it's the minotaur thing to do!”
“We both might have ‘taur’ in our species name but that doesn't mean I’m a damned minotaur!”
“But!”
A flame suddenly blazed to life in front of the minotaur’s muzzle, a sickly green and black flame that radiated a sense of agonizing death, a putrid fearful thing. The minotaur’s eyes widened and she stiffened up as she realised she was inches from a painful burning.
“If you keep bothering my bandmate I will incinerate every hair on your body until you are as pink as a baboon's bottom, then I will make you drink molten lead until your bowels burn their way out your asshole minotaur. Do not presume to think you can harass my subordinate, or worse try to poach her for your own band.”
“Y-yes, I- I promise to behave!” quavered the minotaur, thoroughly cowed by the deathly magic.
The flame stayed for a moment more before wisping out of existence leaving behind a twisting grey thread of smoke.
“Good. You may stand, and then you may leave.”
The minotaur shuddered then slowly climbed to her hooves seeing the person who had threatened her for the first time, a very very attractive redheaded elf. She blinked. It had been the elf who had originally run off after the white furred vulpine with the rest of her minotaur band in the AG.
She watched surreptitiously as the elf checked Fey over. Her gaze was drawn down to a wobbling white sphere that seemed to be following the elf around. She recognised it of course, it was the same sphere that the centaur had created in the AG except now mostly emptied and apparently mobile.
“Fey can I not leave you for five whole seconds without creating a minor natural disaster in the local area?”
“I’m sorry I didn't mean it to happen that way! It was just supposed to be a little sleeving!”
The white sphere bobbed up to the elf’s side and tugged at her leg.
“It was mostly my fault captain, I shouldn't have let Lily do it, but she’s so addicted to milking Fey that I couldn't let her suffer!”
“Hmm, perhaps we need to look into finding a preservation type dimensional bag, or at least another regular one if this goes on. In any case we need money for that, and since that's what we came to the AG for then that is what we should do.”
“You managed to get a job? In all that chaos?”
“Yes, it seems the clerks are quite used to working under duress, it helped that I asked for the job they had most demand for. They positively threw themselves at me once I told them I was willing to do it, it seems that the city is rather desperate for people to deal with this particular job, it pays pretty well too but few seem to be willing to take it for some reason.”
She pulled out a sheet of paper and waved it in the air. Fey caught it and inspected it.
“Cleanse the greater slime infestation. Wait, Ella, this is in the city sewers!”
“Yes, that is where the slimes congregate.”
“The sewers Ella! It’s no wonder no one wanted to take this job!”
The elf furrowed her brow. “Well they hardly seem the type to buckle down and deal with the gritty reality of the adventurer life. If a bit of public sewage is going to bother you then you probably shouldn't be an adventurer in the first place. A bad smell is nothing compared to having the steaming entrails of a wildebeast splashing across your face as you disembowel it with a longsword.”
Fey looked at the elf with dismay.
“B-but the sewers!”
Ellaria did not look swayed or amused by this answer and Fey’s head sunk forlornly. The band captain had final say, that was being part of a band. She half heartedly wondered if getting married to a randy minotaur girl would have been such a bad option after all.
“Uhm, what happened to Vivi? Did you ah, catch her captain?” came a voice from the white sphere.
Ellaria tapped her lip in thought. “I did not, and she is in deep trouble. Fortunately I have a rather effective way of finding missing in action band mates.” She lifted her hand and pointed at the sky.
Fey followed her finger up and found a small pink haired floating person up above them gliding through the air, a second slightly smaller person floating beside her. It was Flora and Lily and they were both peering across the streets like hawks. As she watched Lily suddenly exclaimed and pointed and the two began to sink groundward.
“Ah, it appears we have found our quarry, much as the proverbial hunter unleashes her hounds on the proverbial fox gone to ground, Vivi never stood a chance. A minor version of hell awaits our comrade, I hope you are up to the task of healing her Fey.”
“Wha- what wait you are joking right Ella? H-how serious is this punishment? W-wait a second!”
Already the elf was striding away and Fey had to hurry to catch up. The small white sphere turned and seemed to look at the minotaur for a moment before turning back and dashing after them, moving up and down as the invisible person around it ran.
The minotaur watched and then followed after.
The group soon found their unfortunate target. A barrel by a stall selling parasols. A white furred buttox and a tail was sticking from the top, a hopelessly stuck fox girl inside making muffled calls for help. Flora and Lily floated above as Ellaria neared.
“Oh Vivi, this is perfect, I can roast you alive in there, cook you like the little slime smuggling plate stealing scoundrel that you are. I’ll start with your tail and turn it into a torch to warm my hands.”
The muffled sounds from inside the barrel became muffled shouts of alarm and the barrel began to wobble around on the spot as Vivi panicked, desperately trying to escape her temporary hiding place become accidental prison.
A dozen small flames bloomed to life around the elf as she advanced. But then the barrel abruptly went still as Vivi froze up and then a different kind of voice could be heard, one that said something like “Wummy nuuuu!”
Ellaria blinked as Vivi’s tail flagged up in the air and the elf had a clear view of the fox girls shorts before they suddenly bulged outward and a dozen tentacles ripped them apart, her abused reddened pussy stretched wide by the huge mass of so many forcing their way out.
She faltered but the tentacles didn't even hesitate. They whipped out toward every flame, smothering and extinguishing them. Then the tentacles seemed to turn on the elf and glare at her angrily.
“Uhm, d-doesn't your fire kinda not work on, uh, Wummy?” muttered Fey eyeing the tentacles with concern.
“Don't name the smuggled slime monster!... and no it appears that this creature is uniquely fireproof just as its previous incarnation was before it metamorphosed and evolved inside of Flora.”
“Isn't this kind of a p-problem?”
Ellaria glared at the slime, a strange kind of standoff as it protected its host from harm.
“I- I think you might need to first convince Vivi to give it up Ella. I’m not sure how else to get around it.”
“I could burn the barrel,” said Ellaria, but no sooner had she said it a quad of tentacles dived down the sides where Vivi was stuck and then ripped the barrel apart. Planks and nails were sent clattering across the cobble as a rather flustered and sweaty fox girl slumped on the ground and then scrambled on all fours to get away from Ellaria, taking the dozen tentacles sticking from her cunt with her.
Ellaria furrowed her brow. “It… actually seems to understand speech…”
“I’m gonna expect payment you know!” said Flora from above, “That’s my slime baby you stole! Hundreds of gold, no, thousands, you’re gonna give me all your earnings from now on Vi!”
“Why meee!” moaned Vivi from below the parasol stall.
The elf looked at the stall which the tentacles were inspecting down to the fox girl trembling beneath it. She sighed and decided to temporarily drop the matter.
“We came to the AG to do a job and by hell or high water I will see that we do it. Slime monster hiding out in bandmate or not.”
Lily whooped in the air above them. “Our first job as adventurer apprentices, heck yes!”
Fey smiled. “At Least it should be an easy one for newbies, hunting slimes is like a new adventurer's initiation. They say you aren't a true adventure until you have gone on a slime job.”
“Ugh. Lame. I’ve had enough of slime monsters for one lifetime thanks. You try and be the unwilling mother to one and see how you feel about it.”
“It’s worse than that Flora, the jobs in the city sewers.”
“Oh come on! Why are you so bad at picking good jobs Ella, the sewers? WHY!”
The elf glared up at the gnome. “Because it pays very well and it was the best I could get in the all of thirty seconds I had before the AG descended into utter chaos. Now are you coming or not? This is to save our band mate and friend you remember? You know the one who tried to save your life down in the dungeon.”
Flora let out a long exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes. “Goddamit you are way too good at this controlling captain shit.”
“When I say we are going to do something I mean it, now come.”
She took a few steps and then paused. A large blonde minotaur was standing in her path. The minotaur raised her hand and waved meekly.
“Uh, hi again.”
“I’m still not marrying you!”
“N-no! It’s not that, I uh, might have gotten a little carried away, it’s just imagining such a thick masculine thing stretching me-”
“Get on with it.” growled Ellaria.
The minotaur coughed into her fist, blushing slightly.
“Er, right. I couldn't help but overhear that you are going to the sewers to hunt slimes, although why one of you has a freaking slime monster inside- nevermind, getting side tracked- this is your first job here in Bine as you are new to the city yes?”
“Uhm, yes, we are in need of money for, uh, some reasons.”
“Well I can make up for what I did a little perhaps, I am quite familiar with the city, and I know much of the sewers. I would be happy to guide you and make things easier?”
The blonde minotaur looked at them hopefully.
“Maybe she can help us avoid the stinkiest parts...” said Flora.
“R-really can you do that?”
The minotaur nodded. “You just need to kill slimes right? Well I can take you to the part of the sewer that's used more for flood mitigation than sewage, that shouldn't smell quite as bad I believe.”
“I love her already,” said Flora. “Welcome to the team new vice-captain. Lead the unsmelly way.”
“What’s your name?”
The minotaur shifted on her hooves awkwardly.
“It’s Astrid. You can call me Astrid.”
“That’s a pretty name,” said Lily as she floated down on top of Fey’s back.
“Well, Astrid, you had better show us the best way down.”
“Right, follow me.”
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Astrid the minotaur led the band through the city until they came across an old rusty iron door at the back of a deserted alley. After some difficulty opening it, in which Fey had needed to lend her unusual strength, they had forced it free and descended into the dark damp gloomy sewers of the city far away from any natural sunlight.
Ellaria gestured and a dozen flames spluttered to life floating around the band. Astrid and Vivi eyed them nervously. Deeper, then deeper they walked, the slimy greasy walls and path along a river of suspiciously tinted water the only feature of the splitting tunnels they trod.
A rat ran shrieking as Vivi passed by. She wrinkled her nose and nearly gagged. “Oh gods why does this place smell so terrible?”
“It’s a sewer Vivi, and I’m still mad at you. Don't forget your punishment is inevitable.”
Vivi took a step away from Ellaria out of instinctive caution.
“It’s awful down here,” said Flora. “My poor sense of smell, I’m suffering!”
Vivi shot her an annoyed glance. “You don't have a sense of smell anywhere near as good as mine! and you float! You don't even need to touch anything! Whereas I have to walk on the ground, where there's been- all over the- oh I don't even want to think about it.”
“Well it's your choice not to wear shoes foxy. And shorts apparently.”
“Wummy did that, I’m not wearing shorts by choice… W-wait Wummy!”
The fox girl's pregnant looking stomach suddenly writhed as though tentacles were shifting below the surface. She bit her lip and shuddered, her thighs clenching together.
“What’s wrong? What is it?”
“It- It’s something is disturbing it! I think s-something is coming!”
“A monster?” said Astrid. She shrugged her shoulders and unholstered a broad-bladed hand axe from her side.
“She’s right, I can hear movement,” said Ellaria, her flames flaring brighter.
The band readied themselves, staring at the nearest tunnel corner, just waiting for the coming attack.
A ball rolled around the corner. A shiny blue ball.
The band stared.
“Oh, it’s just a slime.”
Ellaria flicked her fingers and a normal regular fireball struck the slime and it ignited. The slime made a squeaking noise before it promptly popped and died, a splatter of slimeyness pattering across the stonework.
“Yawn.” said Flora. “Truly you chose the most challenging of jobs El.”
“It pays well, if it's a good paying job then it doesn’t matter how easy it is.”
“Mhhmm,'' said the gnome drifting past with her hands behind her head, bouncing one leg over a knee. The band followed after.
Fey glanced to the side, watching Vivi. The fox girl was still having trouble and as she passed by the patch of blue that had been the slime monster a tentacle slipped from her pussy, quickly dropping down and rolling all over the blue on the floor. To Fey's surprise the blue was quickly slurped up and absorbed by the tentacle, sucking up the fluid and drinking it.
“Uhm, is Wummy a c-cannibal?”
“I think it's just very territorial,” groaned Vivi as the tentacle slipped back up inside of her.
As the band continued onward the number of slimes increased until they were crossing groups of half a dozen, then a dozen, then more, until all the band had to break out and start crushing them individually. This hardly proved a challenge and the slimes died in droves. Fey even felt a little bad as she brought a hoof down like a black smith’s hammer cracking the stone so hard that sparks flew and causing the slime beneath to explode in a splash of blue.
The one least happy about the slime slaughter was Vivi whose passenger seemed intent on sucking up the remains of every single slime they killed, often with many tentacles at the same time. The result being Vivi stumbling along as a half dozen tentacles reached toward the ground from her bare to the air pussy, dragging and touching along the stone slurping everything up as she walked.
As the number of slimes increased the architecture started to change, changing from simple stone work to more complex brick work and arches, and to the band’s relief so did the smell, changing from the mixed miasma of so many species faeces to a clean almost damp mouldy smell.
They eventually emerged from a tunnel Astrid had led them through and out into a huge dark space that seemed to have no end. Ellaria waved her hands and the floating flames around her rose up and bloomed into minor fireballs casting far more light.
The space was revealed to them, or partly at least, a vast chamber several stories tall and filled with many grand pillars marching away into the darkness. It was truly huge, enough space to fit the entire town they originally come from several times over.
“This is a sewer?!” said Fey looking around at the space in amazement.
“Not quite,” said Astrid, “It’s for flooding, it stops the city from turning into a quagmire in the rainy season, a reservoir, all the water that might normally cause a flood instead flows into here. It was built a long time ago and most people don't know it exists, it’s not of much interest so people don't hear of it.”
“Interesting,” said Ellaria tapping her chin. “I suppose that if more people knew of this they would take on this slime job. The most off-putting part of the job is fighting in these sewers but this flood reservoir thing is hardly a sewer, it’s practically clean in here.”
Flora drifted up into the gloom overhead, the arched spaces between the pillars giving the space an almost cathedral like presence that suggested its occupants be respectful.
Flora opened her mouth and shouted into the darkness. “COME AND GET SOME!”
Her voice echoed away and then came back, bouncing over and over into the endless empty space.
“I don't think slimes understand speech Flora…” said Fey.
“Hey my slime baby seems to, so maybe others do too yeah? Plus if it works it saves us wandering around in the dark for hours on end.”
A slime rolled from the darkness.
“See, it's already working!”
Then a dozen more slime rolled forth.
“Rather well, surprisingly, although I suspect they were more attracted to the annoying noise than any understanding of what you said.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, it gets the job done so I don't care,”
The band went to work and the slimes just kept on coming, an endless tide of slimes that poured from the darkness. As they fought some of the slimes that wobbled and slimed their way forward were larger than their kin, one foot across was the norm but these were two or three or even four foot across, these larger slimes started causing significant problems as they couldn't easily be smashed underfoot or cut apart.
Astrid’s axe swung through the air in an arc and cracked against the stone below as it parted the murky green slime it had just passed through down the middle. The slime seemed to freeze up out of shock, then it slowly oozed back together, the chasm through its body the axe had created simply healing and sealing closed.
Astrid looked down in alarm as the slime monster latched onto her hand from where it engulfed her axe and began slurping up along her arm, quickly gaining ground.
“H-hey, I might need a little help here!”
“I thought you were supposed to be experienced with this stuff!”
They usually don't get so big! I’m not sure what's happening!”
She tried shaking her arm but the slime was firmly attached. She tried pushing at it with her free hand but to her dismay found her other arm sinking into the gel-like mass as well. It was nearing her shoulders, and seemed determined to get at her mouth and more importantly its sustenance, her saliva and fluids, despite her strength and frantic movement.
Something touched at her shoulder and she turned her head to find a glossy white tentacle beside her, looking down at the large slime monster making its way up her arms.
“N-not help from that thiiiinnng!”
But it was too late and the white tentacle dived down and stabbed inside the murky green slime monster, its tentacle piercing its surface. The slime immediately reacted, thrashing desperately, and trying to flee, but to no avail, the tentacle wiggled around and the slime quickly began to be sucked up and absorbed, the tentacle draining its mass into itself, shrinking the green slime down as its insides whirlpooled around the tentacles surface.
Soon the slime was gone and Astrid shuddered as the tentacle explored her arms, sucking up the last of the green slime’s remains.
She turned her head to see that the vulpine’s slime monster hadn't even been fully concentrating on the one attacking her and had been simultaneously attacking and absorbing slime monsters or their fluid remains.
“...What is with this band?”
She was stopped from further pondering however by a scream. With a whip crack sound the gnome flew past out of the darkness as though hit with a bat, her arc of motion near straight she was travelling so fast. She hit the ground hard and went rolling.
“Flora!” shouted Fey galloping toward the fallen gnome.
“What was that? What’s happening?” said Lily, the otterkin standing by her invisible sister protectively.
“I don't know, but it seemed to have attacked from the ceiling judging by her angle of fall…”
Fey came to a stop by the gnome, her hooves sliding slightly on the damp stone. She slapped a hand down and a wash of green flooded the gnome quickly healing her fractured bones.
Flora slowly sat up and looked over her body.
“Oh my gods I’m covered in sewer grossness!”
“Uhm, I think it's just damp moss here flora”
“Sewer bullshit is all over me!”
“P-please concentrate Flora. What happened? How did you get hurt like this?”
“It’s-” she scowled. “-Kind of a bigger one.”
The sound of large quantities of goo slurping across stone made the band turn their heads toward the darkness. The darkness seemed to change and after a moment it became blue. Their eyes moved upward and they realised that they were looking at a slime nearly two stories tall, a massive wall of blue gel-like slime that filled the space between two pillars and had to squeeze through due to its enormity. Above the slimes top most part floated a blue slime halo ringed with slime spikes like a crown and glowing faintly in the dark.
“Wummy stop!” cried out Vivi as the tentacles sticking from her took one look at the giant slime monster and promptly dragged Vivi off into the darkness pulling her along by her pussy.
Ellaria turned on the minotaur “The guild never said anything about this! That's way way beyond just any regular slime, this isn't something that can just be taken on by anyone! What the hell are they thinking not warning of such a thing?!”
“I- I don't know! Nobody must know this thing is here because no one comes here!”
“Tch. Or you led us into a trap so you could kill us off, no doubt in an attempt to poach Fey here as the only survivor.”
“Wha- NO! That’s not what’s happening I promise! I promise!”
Fey raised her hand hesitantly. “Uhm it wouldn't be a very good trap if she’s trapped in here with us too Ella.”
“We’re going to have words later,” said the elf, her eyes flashing before igniting into flames, her red hair rising as embers poured forth. She stretched out her arms and a pair of massive golden fireballs sprung to life over her palms, flecks of starlight and chromatic aberration fringing their wavering flickering edges. The fireballs exuded a sense of pure power.
“Back! Everyone back!” yelled Flora swiping at the air. The band and Astrid were hauled off their feet by her power and dragged backwards as Ellaria advanced on the slime, then strode, then dashed before flipping into the air and spinning, her arms flying around her like whips and loosing the pair of fireballs on the gigantic slime.
The fireballs roared toward the slime in pillars of terrible fire.
Then they struck and an ear splitting scream rent the air as the giant slime reeled back in pain, a great plume of fog going up as the slimes surface instantly vaporized under the fire, like two freshly forged swords plunged into water the mist surged outward, filling the space, hiding the slime from view.
The band watched with bated breath as the mist gradually cleared.
Ellaria relaxed slightly. “Someone is going to have to answer for this, what if an amateur band had stumbled upon-”
A massive tentacle lunged from the mist and wrapped around Ellaria’s waist dragging her up into the air. A dozen more followed, then a dozen more, and more, until the air was writhing with blue tentacles in every direction snatching up everyone they could reach and holding them fast in the air, encircling limbs and hips and necks.
“You just had to jinx it didn't you El!” screamed Flora from the tentacles wrapped around her, desperately trying to push them back with her power and failing under its overwhelming strength.
“Not my fault!” yelled the elf back while desperately trying to spark flames to life.
The mist cleared as the tentacles moved and the gigantic slime monster was revealed, a large black scorch mark marred its front but apart from that it appeared entirely unharmed and extremely extremely angry.
“H-how do we escape! What do adventurers do about this!” Wailed Lily. Her sister was missing, the slime seemingly having overlooked the invisible otterkin.
The band had no answer, none of their Skills or weapons were viable, it seemed they were doomed to fall prey to the slime, an impossibly strong monster.
That is until one of the tentacles accidentally touched up against the cummy mess that was Fey’s under-barrel and back legs. She hadn't gotten around to cleaning herself from the mess made at the AG and her back parts were frosted in a layer of white.
The slime monster froze up, and then its main body seemed to slowly turn and stare at the centaur it held in tentacle.
“Uhm, h-hello?” said Fey, like a hare caught in the lamplight.
“Don't speak to the giant slime monster Fey!”
“I don't know what else to do!”
The slime touched up against her experimentally, drawing in the cum coating her fur, sucking it into its tentacles, tasting it. It reacted, the slime seemed beyond delighted by its discovery and a dozen more tentacles burst forth, this time all aimed at the unfortunate centaur who wailed in a panic as tentacles sucked and slurped over every inch of her body, sucking up every single drop of fluid on her and leaving her fur dry and clean in its wake. Soon though the slime ran out of cum and became frustrated, desperately going over every part of her looking for more, even pushing the tip of a tentacle into her mouth and puss in its exploration. Its movement became ever more frantic until as a tentacle curled around her three foot dick a cup of pre-cum gushed from the tip. The tentacles all immediately converged on the spot, practically fighting each other to get at the fresh source.
Fey groaned as so many tentacles squirmed and pressed against her cock and caused another spurt of precum. This seemed to confirm to the slime that this was indeed the source of its ambrosia and its tentacles suddenly changed, morphing together and creating a large barrel-like shape filled with squirming tentacles, a crude milking device.
“Wait! Fey! This is perfect!” shouted Flora, still struggling “You remember what happened last time? Your cum overloaded the slime and it tried to flee because it couldn't handle it!”
“What are you saying!” she groaned in reply as the tentacles inside the slime barrel began to shift back and forth, rolling down her length in long dragging motion, a sucking force simultaneously being applied as air was drawn out of the barrel.
“I’m saying cum in it like you mean it!”
“I- I don't have a choice! Oh gods this feels- this feels!”
The milking device rapidly sped up, a lurid schlurking queefing noise coming from it as the air was manually pushed and squeezed from inside it, the pressure ever increasing, the tentacles squeezing down harder and harder until Fey let out a shriek and spasmed in the tentacles grasp, her great strength causing the giant slime actual difficulty in holding her still.
Then she came.
The interior of the barrel instantly went white.
The giant slime monster let out an ear shattering “SQUEEE!” Of joy that left everyone's ears ringing and echoed on forever in the vast space, no doubt loud enough to be heard even on the surface.
The slime had found its ambrosia.
It just didn't expect so much.
It had all of three seconds to realise that it had made a mistake as white filled the barrel, forced itself through the tentacles surface and then exploded down the interior length of every tentacle connected to the milking barrel. Cum continued to pump and pump stretching the tentacles out as the sheer quantity of cum flowing into them strained them to the limit. The slime panicked, its tentacles flailing as an incredible amount of semen rushed down its tentacles and then burst into its own body.
“You did it! It’s gonna run!”
“If I recall correctly didn't that particular slime evolve first before it ran away?” said Ellaria.
“It… wait, shit, it did do that, stop the cum Fey, stop cumming!”
“I can't stop cumming!”
“Do kegels, just stop! Oh my god that's so much cum!”
“I- cannnnn’t It feeelss tooo gooodddd!”
As Fey's voice rose the slime suddenly began to emit a light, a light that grew brighter and brighter with every passing second until it filled Fey’s eyes with a blinding white in which she could see nothing else.
The light faded and she blinked desperately, floaters crossing her vision as her eyes readjusted to the relative darkness. There was someone in front of her, right up close. She flinched back and it took a moment to realise that there wasn't actually someone right in front of her but there was someone further away, someone further away who was very very large and only appeared close due to her massive proportions.
The upper body and thighs of a girl stood where the slime had been, huge, over two stories tall, a vast slime person, her thighs connecting with a puddle of her slime that spread across the ground as though she was standing knee deep, the tentacles that held the band emerging from the puddles surface.
The giant slime girl blinked and held her semi transparent hands up in the air, looking at them with curiosity. “Squee?” she spoke.
“Di-did that incredibly powerful slime monster just evolve into an even more incredibly powerful slime monster from your c-cum?!” said Astrid, her eyes wide.
“D-don't panic! This might be a good thing! m-maybe?”
The giant slime girl turned her enormous head and looked between the members of the band and the minotaur with a curious light in her eyes. Then she tilted her head and smiled, her eyes closed. “SQUEEE!”
Dozens more tentacles exploded from the puddle and lunged for each person. A set dove toward Flora and slipped below the hem of her shorts before curling and ripping them apart exposing her bare muff to the air. Then without hesitation then surged into her, stretching her wide as more and more tentacles fought their way inside. The gnome’s pregnant belly bulged outward as tentacles writhed around in her womb, slurping and sucking and absorbing. Flora cried out, drool flecking from her lip as the writhing twisting tentacles furiously stirred up her insides.
“Hnnn! G-gawd, your cum makes them so m-much more perverted tooooo!”
Ellaria tried to make a captainy reply, she really did, but she could only manage a lush gasp as tentacles pounded into her bare rear, sending ripples across her thighs as they stagger plunge fucked her cunt over and over creating the lewdest sloppy wet queefing sounds. Which was particularly startling coming from the visually perfect elf, that such a perfect body could produce such obscene noises was jarring. She bit her lip hard and lifted her head as her hands desperately grasped as the tentacles wrapped around her waist.
Lily nearby hugged her Kayla doll desperately tight to her chest as tentacles squirmed around her, slipping around her tail and parting her cheeks. “Why is it going for that paaaart!!” whined the otterkin girl as a tentacle pushed up against her tiny pussy and then forced its way in, stretching her with its girth, then wiggling to make space for more tentacles that shoved their way in beside it. Her voice rose in pitch with each successive tentacle stretching her lower lips wider and wider.
“I- I think it likes g-girl’s p-parts more now! L-like Wummy!” groaned out Fey as a particularly thick tentacle forced its way into her pussy causing her clit to wink and pop from its hood. She let out a gasp and then opened her eyes wide in alarm as the milking barrel was suddenly ripped from her length and she began moving through the air. She looked up fearfully as she neared the titanic slime girl. The slime girl looked down at the centaur, a hungry look in her eyes. Fey glanced down and saw her wiggling her thighs together, her giant slime pussy leaking and showering a steady rain of clear fluid.
“H-help!” she managed to gasp out, but it was all too late. The tentacles moved and arranged her and she found herself placed between the slime girls thighs. Tentacles wrapped around her horse legs and pulled them wide and then another tentacles circled the base of her cock and angled it upwards.
The giant slime girl let out another happy “squee!” and then those vast titanic hips began to descend, Fey's barrel quickly became drenched in clear fluid as her giant sopping muff came close. Fey let out a little squeak as the slippery squishy touch of the slime girls labia came down atop the tip of her dick, and then easily pushed over, the slime girl’s pussy barely providing any resistance at all and Fey quickly found herself entirely sheathed inside of her.
“Oh- oh- it feels, it feels like she’s sized for me! Almost l-loose!”
The slime girl paused at that, seeming to understand. She nodded, and then it happened. Hundreds of small tentacles wriggled free from the surface of the slime girls inside walls and began squirming and licking and wrapping around and squeezing Fey's length like hundreds of powerful long tentacle tongues.
“Oh- OHHHHH!” cried out Fey as the unique sensation hit her like a ton of bricks.
“SQUEEE!!” cried out the giant slime girl as she slowly lifted then let herself fall, making long languid strokes as she bounced up and down on top Fey who was held up beneath her. The giant slime girl lifted her hands and ran her fingers through her hair which was more like a bundle of tentacles than real hair, ecstasy clear on her face as she used Fey like an over sized sex toy while simultaneously exploring the insides of all the girls in the band with her extensive network of tentacles through out the space.
The air was filled with a chorus of squawking and moaning, gasping and squeeing, slopping and smacking as smooth blue tentacles pumped and plunged.
And it would have continued like that, the slime girl freely using them, but then Astrid used one of her skills. A flash of red and black and three phantom axes appeared around her, they swung and the tentacles holding her up were parted.
The naked minotaur fell to the ground with a roar of triumph, interrupted slightly as three tentacles roughly ripped from her pussy with a splash of her juices. Breathing heavily she reached out a hand. The three red and black axes flew together and emerged creating one long halberd with a wide bladed axe at its tip. She caught it and flourished it, spinning it in hand.
“THAT'S MY HUSBAND YOU BITCH!” she roared as she charged toward the giant slime girl with fury in her eyes.
The halberd swung up over head, and then as she came into contact with the puddle below the slime girl she began to swing. The axe meteored down like a bolt of curved lighting and crashed down on the slime girl’s massive thigh. The slime parted instantly, flying apart as the blade went through like a hot knife through butter, down and down until it hit the stone floor below in a flare of light and then through the stone, sinking deep.
Astrid paused, breathing heavily, eyeing the familiar parted slime material.
She swallowed and then looked up.
The slime girl looked annoyed.
The slime snapped her fingers and the gap in her thigh zipped closed like nothing had ever happened, not a mark on her.
Astrid’s face dropped in dismay as she realised that she was now entirely surrounded by the puddle of slime and with a very large monster in front of her which she appeared unable to actually damage.
“S-sorry?” she managed to choke out after a moment.
A giant hand whipped down and Astrid found herself lifted into the air even as the slime girl continued to bounce atop Fey.
“P-put me down!”
“Squee?”
“P-please put me down?”
The slime girls face lit up joyfully and Astrid found both hands wrapped around her waist holding her tight, then below something started to change. She looked with big round worried eyes as a spot above the slime girls clit began to bulge outward, more and more slime pushing and shoving free, taking shape growing and spilling forth. A thick, heavy ridged length, a denser blue than the rest of the slime girl, a massive ribbed cock even larger than Fey's and with a tip like a human’s only with little nodules covering it.
Astrid stared down at it.
“Wait… you- you can't be serious?!”
The slime girl smiled happily and Astrid found herself placed over the tip, the thickness of it larger than one of her already very thick thighs, a mass that dwarfed her pussy.
“You can’t! It won't fit!”
“Squee!”
SCHLORP!
“AAIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”
Astrid screamed as the slime girl exerted her immense strength and she was forcibly made to take the slime girls cock, stretching her cunt wide with its mass, her clit instantly popping from its hood as her labia stretched thin.
The minotaur looked down in shock between the semi-transparent fingers holding her to see a bump protruding from her stomach, the shape of the slime girl’s cock defined by her belly.
“I-”
The slime girl dropped, riding atop Fey, and Astrid came with her, dropping down onto the slime girl’s dick, an impromptu cock sleeve. She wailed as inches more was forced into her, pushing apart the fingers of the joyfully squealing slime girl with her belly bulge.
This went on for about a minute, the rhythmic bouncing of the slime driving between minotaur and centaur, roughly using them.
“We-were here to stop you! Put d-down my friends or e-else!”
The slime girl glanced down at Vivi who had stepped from behind a pillar, her sword held in paw then looked again as she caught sight of the trail of white tentacles squirming on the ground behind her emerging from her crotch.
The vulpine wiggled her hips. “S-stay calm Wummy, you can do this!” she whisper hissed out the side of her mouth.
The slime girl furrowed her brow then nodded in Vivi’s direction. A tentacle rose up from the puddle and whipped toward her, eager to snatch her up into the air as the others. But then the glossy white tentacles snapped forward, moving so fast they could barely be seen. The white tentacles wrapped around the far larger blue tentacle and squeezed down on it, squishing it out in bulges between them. With difficulty the tentacles managed to drag the larger tentacle down to the ground.
“D-do it now! Now Wummy!” cried out Vivi as even more tentacles pushed free from her puss and latched onto the larger tentacle.
The white tentacles shifted and then they seemingly began to melt, slopping up against the blue, rolling outward until they encased the thing entirely. The blue tentacle became a glossy white as Wummy’s tentacles seemed to melt over it.
This got a reaction out of the slime girl who jerked backwards, pulling the tentacle with her. Vivi was launched into the air with a scream as the tentacles coming from her pussy attached to the larger tentacle dragged her up with them.
The slime girl held up her partly whitened tentacle in front of herself, Vivi dangling below letting out yelps as she desperately grabbed at Wummy’s smaller tentacles trying to support herself. The slime girl’s gaze ran down her newly whitened tentacle length with increasing alarm as the white was now rushing down the length toward the base.
“Squee!” she cried out in distress. The large tentacle sucked back down, pulling back down into the puddle part of her body, Wummy coming with it. The white touched down, but instead of being pushed off as the tentacle disappeared into the puddle it instead Spread. White slime poured across the slime girl's body like a tide, sinking into her, absorbing her, the white rolled up to her sunken thigh and then started to climb.
This time the slime girl’s “squee!” was a squee of pure panic and moving Astrid to the one hand she dashed her hand down trying to swipe at the white growing up her thigh, changing her. Her fingertips brushed up against it and then the white simply absorbed into them.
She snatched her hand back, but it was already too late, a patch of her hand was white and growing swiftly. The slime girl flailed, utterly and helplessly trapped as she was absorbed, her hips bouncing and wiggling wildly atop Fey as Astrid was shoved around roughly by the panicking slime girl.
Astrid and Fey cried out at the rough treatment and a spray of their fluids dashed from their cunts as they peaked. The slime girl hardly seemed to notice, already half her chest was white and it was growing up one side of her neck, higher, over her mouth, up to her head.
The slime girl suddenly jerked to a halt.
“Squee?”
She said.
Then again. “Squee?”
The second squee was at a slightly different tone than the first, as though spoken by a different voice. Then the two voices sang as one.
“SQUEEE!!!!”
Joy seemed to return to the dual-toned slime girl’s face and she began excitedly humping against Fey while quickly jerking Astrid up and down on her length at the same time, the tentacles that had been tending to Ellaria and Flora and Lily doubled in pace and even more tentacles began to rise up from the slime puddle.
Faster and faster the slime girl bounced atop the centaur, each bounce producing a happy short “SQUEE!” from her mouth. Her massive pussy which covered most of Fey’s hips slapping down with a wet schmack against Fey's stomach each time she hilted herself on the centaur, her tentacle pussy furiously wriggling and vibrating against Fey's length, activating every nerve cluster that Fey had and even some she wasn't aware of.
Fey groaned as she was pounded, and then that groan rose into a rising shriek as she started to peak. The slime girl seemed to understand this was the moment and redoubled her bouncing, her pussy tentacles going mad in their writhing.
Astrid cried out as her belly bulge pushed her breasts apart, the massive penetration slipping up and down her abdomen as she was rapidly slammed up and down her abused cunt made to take it all, schlpop-pop-popping over every ridge and nodule of the dick’s length, her insides stirred and stimulated like nothing she had ever felt before. She whipped her head back and howled as a long squirt sprayed from her pussy and hosed clear fluid up the slime girl's stomach and up the underside of her enormous breasts, back spattering onto Astrid’s face.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
As Astrid climaxed the slime girl slammed her down to the base of her dick, slapping her thighs up against herself as she hilted to the limit, entirely encasing her semi-transparent length inside the minotaur. At the same time she came down on top of Fey so hard that it nearly hurt, her massive swollen pussy squishing flat as she collided with Fey, her enormous melon sized clit slapping down on Fey's horse stomach as her pussy went wild. Clear fluid exploded from her puss as the slime girl came, and since she was so vast, she came in staggering amounts. Fey choked as clear fluid hit her like a wall and her upper body was entirely covered in a river of fem fluid to the point that she couldn't breathe, asphyxiating as the waterfall just kept coming, more and more as the slime girl shuddered and wobbled atop her, her slime body wobbling alarmingly.
Astrid wailed all the louder as the slime girl started to cum, the same transparent fluid waterfalling from her puss spraying up into the minotaur’s womb, bulging her belly out until she looked pregnant with triplets.
Fey tried to cry out her self but succeeded in only getting a throat full of the slime girl’s fluids, the best she could do was groan and splutter as her hips started violently bucking up into the giant pussy until her whole body stiffened and both her spines arched as her eyes rolled up.
Fey exploded into the slime girl, instantly filling her pussy to capacity with piping hot horse cum and then surging upward, the hosing cum visible through the slime girl’s body as it punched upward and rapidly bloomed as it filled her out.
The slime girl opened her mouth and shrieked, her entire body shuddering and quaking as she was forcibly injected with Fey's impossibly virile cum.
The slime girl’s stomach rapidly swelled, a great orb of horse cum growing within her ‘womb’ billowing outward, swelling her tummy, making her look three months pregnant, then six then nine and with triplets, then octuplets, it just didn't stop and Astrid was pushed down as the cummy mass in the slime girl’s tummy ballooned in front of her.
Fey came and came and came, the unique stimulation of the slime girl’s pussy dragging from her an incredible ejaculation, a lake’s worth of cum inflating the slime girl massively, causing her to keel over with the weight of her own belly, touching down on the puddle below. Her head was thrown back her mouth open wide, a silent scream ripping from the slime girl’s lips as her eyes rolled up and she came even harder, her whole body vibrating and shuddering her tentacles plunge fucking the other girls, going into arhythmic spasms, ripping crackling squirting chain orgasms from them in their brutal motions.
Then the slime girl's body began to glow, rapidly brightening to a blinding brilliance that could not be seen through.
The cacophony of squealing orgasming creaming cumming girls peaked as the brightness took over everything, and then only the sound of moving shuffling slime could be heard.
At last the light died and Fey found herself lying in a puddle of clear fluid. She lifted her head, her hair plastered to her face from the slime girl’s juices. She carefully pushed away the hair from her eyes and looked around.
The band lay slumped around her, near comatose from being so utterly ruined by tentacles, their pussies gaped in the open air.
She blinked as she caught sight of something. It was a wall of white amongst the pillars. She blinked blearily as she tried to understand just what she was looking at. It was like a massive white tube. Furrowing her brow she looked around and found a second white tube on her opposite side too. Then her eyes slid along their length and came to a stop by some sort of vast glossy white cave the size of a small room. The cave’s walls were moving and their surface was covered in thousands of wiggling white tentacles. As she watched the walls moved, shifting and clenching as fluids oozed down from the ceiling in long stringy lines.
“T-tentacles on the inside…?” What she was looking at slowly dawned on Fey. It was the vast, mind bogglingy huge, gaped pussy of a slime girl, far larger than its previous incarnation, and the two vast tubes to either side? They were the mind breakingly large thighs of said slime girl. The entire band was currently lying between the slime girl’s thighs, her body surrounding them.
“Oh fuck.”
She swallowed nervously. Just one wrong move and the slime girl could bring down the entire structure on them, those pillars would only stand up to so much and a very large slime girl accidentally snapping a few could only mean bad things. The slime girl had truly evolved beyond anything she could even comprehend.
“W-Wummy? A-are you there? Please don't move, you’ll break things!”
She listened and thought she heard a very distant and muffled “Squee!” from far away. It seemed the newly evolved slime girl understood something of her situation at least. She looked around at the others but they were still passed out on the floor, occasionally twitching from the aftershocks.
“Just what am I supposed to do about this?” she muttered.
The slime seemed to respond to her words and as she watched it began to soften, shapes blurring, becoming more rounded and slime like. The slime then seemed to pull in on itself and the vast quantities of mass dragged toward a central core, legs and torso rolling inward, becoming one big rounded blob. She stared as two big dots appeared on the giant slime monster and she realised she was looking at Wummy’s eyes. This new Wummy was significantly larger than even the blue slime had been.
The slime monster looked down at her, and Fey felt not a little concern for her current situation. Tame or not, Wummy was still a slime monster, a dangerous and powerful one that had just somehow absorbed and subsumed another dangerous and powerful slime monster making it, (Her now?) even more dangerous and powerful. She shifted her hooves nervously.
“Squee?” said Wummy, its roundness tilting questioningly.
“You… you haven't seen Vivi by any, uhm, chance?”
The slime stared at her making Fey all the more uncomfortable. Then she once more began to shrink down, this time however Fey had the distinct impression this was different. The amount of mass was not being compressed and shifted just a little but a whole heck of a lot. Wummy shrunk as she watched, going from a terrifying more than two stories tall to half then a quarter then smaller still. It occurred to Fey that the slime tentacles that the slime produced did not in fact come out of nowhere but were in fact compressed mass in the slime’s normal body that was allowed to expand, and when she retracted a tentacle that mass was simply compressed once more. What the slime was doing now was simply a greater, more intense version of that, compressing down her vast mass into a much smaller denser package.
The slime was slowing now and she seemed to struggle somewhat to compress herself, crushing herself down smaller and smaller until she seemed to hit a limiter. The slime stopped at about twice her original size. The only real difference apart from that was that her transparency was slightly more opaque.
As Wummy shrank Vivi was revealed lying on the ground behind her. A single tentacle slipped from the slime and dragged the vulpine close, then touched up against Vivi’s exposed pussy, fondly petting her muff, then running the tip along her slit.
Before the slime slipped inside however it turned and looked up at Fey.
Then she spoke.
“Squeecret?”
Fey near jumped out of her skin in surprise.
“You can speak? Oh, oh gods, what have I helped create? Wait, wait, did you say secret?”
The slime nodded, or rather rocked on the spot.
Fey opened her mouth, looked around at her passed out band, then slowly closed her mouth.
“I told Lily and Kayla off about this, I can't…”
The slime looked at her, seemed to shrug, then slipped inside of Vivi, the vulpine let out a whimpering moan in her sleep as the increased mass of the slime monster squeezed up inside of her, her belly filling out massively more with Wummy’s increased size making her look pregnant with octuplets.
Wummy had returned home.