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Rebecca suddenly felt very small and very vulnerable, she, a diminutive dogkin was currently caught on the massive throbbing cock of a centaur. She was quite helpless.
She looked up wondering what Fey's reaction would be to seeing her on her cock, but Fey was… still asleep?
No, she was awake, but she had her eyes closed, seemingly because they were gummed with sleepiness. She watched in dismay as the centaur vaguely wiped at her face with one wavering arm, missed, then somehow managed to bash herself on the nose. The centaur let out a slurred "yehsterday was tooo much, too murch..." sounding more than half asleep and followed that up with a sleepy groan.
Apparently giving up on clearing her eyes in her addled state she started to move, after a few false starts her upper body twisted and with a lurch she began to roll.
Which was a problem as Rebecca was still attached to the centaur and along for the ride. She stifled a cry of alarm as the entire massive barrel rolled and she found herself on the duvet, and then in a moment of terror, she was going under Fey.
Not knowing what else to do she spread eagled herself as the immense mass came down on top of her and the air was instantly pressed out of her lungs.
She gasped and spluttered in the tight space and genuinely wondered for a second if this was where she was going to die, crushed beneath an unknowing centaur, her ribs groaning under the weight... But then Fey began to rise, her legs lifting her barrel from the ground, up and up until the force that was once crushing Rebecca was now dragging her up into the air.
She rose, desperately drawing in air, her pussy clamped tight around the massive cock which flexed and lifted her entire four foot five figure up and against Fey's underside.
She clutched at her stomach bulge as she looked around in dismay. She was far above the bed like this, the centaur' four hooves indenting the sheets below her. She was now just a little cock sleeve hanging on for dear life.
She heard a grumble from the centaur and expected her to start yelling about her being on her cock… but instead Fey simply yawned and said something about a shower.
...Did she not realise she was inside of her?!
Rebecca looked on in disbelief as the centaur began to move, stepping off the bed and onto the floor and moving to one of the side doors.
With each step Rebecca was gently bounced up and down, the length tugging and pulling at her insides as the medial ring pushed and rubbed at her lower lips all slowly driving her mad as she tried her absolute best to remain perfectly still, fully expecting to be noticed at any moment.
But if Fey knew she was there she didn't show it.
The centaur pushed through a side door and came out into a large tiled showering area, the place tiled in a marbled red trimmed with gold mosaic clearly very expensive and built with lamia in mind judging by the size of it.
Rebecca listened to the centaur mumble incoherently and trot up to one of the enchanted metal panels, vaguely fumbling at it and hoping for the best.
Since the place was built for lamias instead of it having a single shower head the entire ceiling had been made a shower in a long rectangle shape, and a rain of warm water fell over the centaur.
Rebecca bit her lip as she looked left and right, seeing rain falling down around her but not falling on her as she was sheltered below the centaur's barrel. It was a weird position to be in.
After a moment Fey picked out a bottle of something purple and gooey from a convenient shelf and began lathering herself, tossing purple goop over her breasts and onto her horse back with sleepy abandon.
Rebecca watched in dismay as soapy suds slowly oozed down the horse legs around her...
This was… Was she seriously just going about her day to day without noticing a girl was on her cock?!
The only way that Rebecca could make sense of what was happening was that for Fey it now just felt so natural to be inside of a girl that it was the normal default state of things and she wasn't consciously registering it… Just how serious had her time at the palace been?
Unsure what else to do Rebecca grabbed a few balls of suds and half-heartedly washed herself along with the oblivious centaur, splashing soap and water that washed down and under the centaur's barrel over herself, and over her cock bulge.
The shower soon came to an end and Fey let out a relieved sigh. Stepping over to the other end of the excessively luxurious bathroom she tapped another metal plate on the wall and warm air began to blow from vents, quickly drying both her and her secret passenger off.
Fey then trotted back into her bedroom, picking out a fresh blouse from a wardrobe as she went, pausing and frowning as she noticed the dozens of soaking wet panties scattered across the floor as well as a few spilt wine glasses on the tables.
"Maids again," she muttered under her breath before moving on.
She pressed a hand against the bedroom door and stepped outside.
A pair of maids were waiting for her there, of course, each holding trays with various drinks balanced over their pregnant looking bellies. Fey squinted suspiciously at them but the pair remained completely stone-faced, as if they had no idea what she could be suspicious of, and that their distended bellies were just completely and totally normal.
Rebecca didn't think Fey could see it but from her lower down angle she could very clearly see lines of escaping fluid oozing down the maid's inner thighs, over their stockings, and creating puddles on the ground between their high heels.
Fey picked out a hot chocolate with marshmallows with a muttered thank you and quickly moved on.
The two maids seemed like they would continue to remain perfectly poised as Fey was departing, that is until their eyes happened to drift down under Fey's barrel where they caught sight of a stark naked Rebecca sleeved on Fey's cock. Their mouths opened with outrage that she had gotten away with being fully penetrated, staring flaming daggers at the speared girl.
Rebecca waved at them as she passed them by.
Fey traversed the mansion, happily trotting corridor after corridor, passing maids and butlers who struggled to ignore the naked Rebecca bouncing along underneath her waving nervously at those who noticed her.
They emerged out into a dining room where a large afternoon lunch was being set out by the servants for a group of guests.
A green feathered harpy girl and a labrador dogkin were seated at the table and as Rebecca watched a pancake levitate into the air and bites were taken out of it, its invisible owner clearly quite hungry. There was even a trio of minotaurs lazing on a couch who Rebecca was vaguely familiar with due to the newsletter.
The captain of Magic Mog was there too, the commanding and imperious elf known as Ellaria. Although she wasn't seated like the others, instead walking up and down and visibly fretting about something.
Rebecca eyed the elf as the centaur neared. Was her belly looking rounded? She had heard rumours of something happening at Bine's adventuring school...
Fey yawned, still half asleep, and plucked up a plate of chocolate muffins from one of the passing maids, nonchalantly lifting one and taking a bite while at the same time passing on her finished hot chocolate.
"Is everything okay Ella?" mumbled Fey, eyeing the elf's midriff with more than a little confusion. "Did you take another egg insid-"
"You know you really shouldn't be the one asking that after you were quite literally kidnapped by a Dragoness and taken to her palace. I was on the verge of storming the place with any warm body I could find to rescue you until Rina told me that her spies reported you weren't being imprisoned... I almost did it anyway I was that concerned."
"Uhm, s-spies? I don't remember much of it to be honest, it all became kind of a blur. There was a lot of maids, like a ton, and then later I woke up outside on top of uh, and then I scrambled down this blue dome of- uh, it was a long fall!! and then, well, no one was left to stop me so I just kind of just walked out the front door..." Fey scratched her cheek and grinned sheepishly.
Ellaria paused in her fretting.
"...At least you're okay Fey, being kidnapped by a dragoness is scary, even if it was for benign reasons, there isn't any way around that. It's good that you were allowed free."
Fey nodded happily "Was that everything that was bothering you?"
"Not quite. Fey, he has arrived."
Fey blinked. "Who has arrived? what do you mean?"
"The Arch-Soulomonancer. I paid them the money Fey, all of it, and they are here to see you, to find out what happened to you and to tell us if it's dangerous, and if you can be changed back."
"Changed back? oh, you mean- you mean lose my p-p-p- my thingy?"
Ellaria raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that something that you wanted?"
"Yes, no, maybe, I mean… well, it's kind of grown on me..."
"Yes, in more ways than one. I admit I would be sore to see such a wonderful, ahem, member vanish from the world."
Fey bit her lip.
Ellaria smiled comfortingly. "It's fine Fey, you don't have to think about removal yet, first we just need to know if it poses any danger to you. The maids are making comfortable the arch-soulomancer and his helpers right as we speak. Finish eating and we'll-
A wail echoed from the hallway outside.
They blinked at each other.
"What was that?"
The wail came again, and they turned to investigate, stepping toward the nearby open doorway.
Coming out into the hall Rebecca couldn't see much at first from her perspective beneath Fey, just a pair of maids who seemed to be carrying a stretcher between them. The person on the stretcher was obscured as they were headed away from them, that is apart from the pair of naked legs that were protruding from either side up at a forty five degree angle, stiff and straining, the toes splayed.
The wailing voice came again and a spray of fluid splashed over the maid, particles of the fluid flinging into the air around her as more spattered down on the marble below leaving a wet line in the stretcher's path.
"... Was that Tami?"
"I think it was yes"
"On a stretcher? Is she sick? Hey, maybe I'm needed here!"
They quickly followed after as the maids brought Tami through the mansion, moving quickly toward a door with the words clinic marked on it. From within came even more moaning and wailing.
They entered to find a trio of beds, with Tami just being deposited onto the third. The other two were already filled with Sarah and Ruby. All three of the teenagers were writhing and squirming on the beds, their backs arching as they moaned freely, thrusting their hips into the air as they came over and over and over, the riding leggings which they wore soaked to the bone with their fluids.
Lucy was there, looking on in dismay at the trio. She held an expensive looking doll that looked suspiciously like Lily in her arms.
"What's happening here? What's wrong with them?" said Ellaria, glaring at Lucy.
"Erm, w-well, they uh-"
"It's my fault captain!"
Fey and Ellaria frowned as the doll in Lucy's hands opened its mouth and spoke.
"Lily?"
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