Centaurus

 

Flora flew the otterkin girl over to the AG where they met up with the rest of the band, after a small stop off for Lily to grab a bed sheet to cover over her now far larger breasts of course.

 

A lot of the band had grown so large that it was getting tricky to fit in the crowded interior of the AG, and would at the very least mean some uncomfortable close contact. As it was Vivi, Flora, Kayla, and now Lily had elected to remain in a deserted alley around the side of the building.

 

Vivi lazed on the back steps of one of the buildings, a tentacle holding a platter full of snacks to one side of her while another held up a beer for her to sip from on the other. 

 

“And that’s why all of us aren't quite as milky and full as before,” she said, finishing her story of what happened at the cowkin dairy.

 

Lily scratched her cheek still feeling a little lost. “But like, people really buy that stuff? At a premium? Not that I’m complaining but milk is kinda just seasoned water right?”

 

Vivi yawned lazily, “Yeah, like cheese is a loaf of milk.”

 

“And meat is just really well processed grass,” said Flora from where she hovered, chin cupped in hand, elbow on stomach.

 

“Okay, maybe that was a silly way of putting it, but it’s still just milk!”

 

“Platinum grade milk. That’s special, special meaning filthy rich fuckers are willing to splurge on it so they can feel superior to us commoners.”

 

“I… I guess that makes sense…”

 

“How’s the bra I stole Lils?” mumbled Vivi tearing a fox toothed bite out of a chicken wing.

 

Lily took a few wobbly steps forward, her enormous chest coming with her, although reluctantly due to sheer inertia. What was more surprising was that she didn't immediately faceplant onto the paving as her torso covering breasts clearly made her ridiculously front heavy. Instead, she remained upright, her chest pushed up and normal as any other bra would, just on a larger scale. She turned on the spot, her boobs wobbling to the side as she went.

 

She couldn't help it, she was very very impressed. She hadn’t thought that she would ever be wearing a bra again with her increased size let alone the most comfortable bra of her life! The straps and fit was somehow perfect, magically reshaped to fit her body, changing anywhere where things might awkwardly rub or pinch or weigh, of course helped along by the cups of the bra which levitated and cupped her breasts up in such a wonderfully comfortable way that it felt like she was resting on feather pillows. 

 

She grinned at the vulpine. “Okay, you did good here. Are you sure the cowkins won't mind?”

 

“Nah, they practically showered me with them after what Fey did to them, I just had to make a not so sincere promise that Fey would be coming back.”

 

Lily gave her a look of feigned outrage, but that quickly broke into another grin, she couldn't help it, she could grow so much larger without any problem at all now! 

 

As Lily twirled on the spot, shaking her new bust someone stepped into the alley. A stranger.

 

The stranger froze in place, seemingly taken by surprise by the girls. After a moment she hesitantly stepped forward.

 

“Uhm, h-hi?”

 

Lily paused in her happy and innocent twirling to find this new person.

 

The new person was human-like with long wavy brown hair. Her eyes were blue and her face freckled, she wore the common fashion of short shorts and a blouse. Slightly more out of place were a pair of plate like ears sticking from the top of her head, giant mouse ears, pink on the inside and brown and white furred on the back. 

 

The girl was quite clearly a mousekin, emphasized by the mouse tail that swung gently back and forth below her shorts. A bag was on her hip that looked oddly familiar, an ornate thing with tooled leather and green and blue sewn patterns, although it had been clearly damaged, the sewing cut in places and many stitches puncturing the leather where it had been meticulously fixed from some slash or other. It took a moment for Lily to realise what it reminded her of, it was quite like the Dimensional Bag Ellaria kept on her hip.

 

“Who the hell are you?” said Flora, suspicious.

 

The mousekin flinched, near losing her footing as Flora spoke.

 

“M-miss KillFuck S-soulShitter, I’m j-just a guide! Really!”

 

Flora’s expression went from a scowl to instant gleeful delight as the mousekin used her adventuring name.

 

“You know my adventurers name! Where, where did you hear it!?”

 

The mousekin looked even more flustered, “I, erm, read it in the guild’s r-registry- I-” she paused as she noticed the scowl slowly returning to the gnome girl’s face, “But I overheard a lot about you in the AG’s bar! The powerful gnome kineticist who can crush her enemies and hear the lamentations of their widows!”

 

The scowl evaporated, once more returning to a pleased grin.

 

“Awesome. See I told you Vivi, having a badass adventuring name is so worth.”

 

“That's cool and all mousey but what do you want? You seem like you know us,” said Vivi, a tentacle gently stroking her belly.

 

“Well, it’s kind of my job, I-”

 

She was interrupted from continuing however by Ellara and Fey appearing in the alley, the centaur towering over the elf as she led the way to the group, her large hooves clopping noisily on the paving.

 

“Got it. Sorry about that, took a while to figure out which dungeons haven't been ransacked and which are just too dangerous for us to bother with. You would not believe the mess this AG has made of its archives, I ended up organising half of their dungeon documents for them.”

 

Lily perked up. “A dungeon? We’re going to a dungeon? Like proper adventurers?”

 

“Yes, a promising one. It's been dived successfully a few times and they found the level of danger consistent throughout, but it has not been fully explored meaning that there will be loot sitting there for the taking.”

 

Lily fisted the air and whooped. 

 

“The only problem is that the map is a scrawled note, if even that, and just a few described landmarks to go by. This may prove problematic, I don't want to-”

 

The mousegirl raised a hand and waited patiently, Ellaria caught sight of her and seemed to notice for the first time that there was a random stranger amongst her band.

 

“...Who are you?” 

 

“Ah, I couldn't help but overhear you were planning on dungeon diving when you were in the AG.”

 

The elf narrowed her eyes at the mousekin.

 

“If this is a threat from another band to undercut us I’m going to roast-

 

“NO! No, not that! I’m a guide! I guide bands around the local area for a tiny small fractional share of the plunder. Trust me I can help, my success rate is 100%! I know the ancient forests like the back of my hand, which is important, it's like a maze out there! Do you know how many bands go out all excited and enthusiastic only to end up having to trudge back in humiliation because they can't find the dungeon or monster they were after? LOADS! It happens all the time around here. That’s where my services come in. Hi, I’m Octavia, adventurer’s guide, explorer in my free time, nice to meet you!” she smiled hopefully as her speech came to an end.

 

“Give me one reason why I shouldn't turn those mouse ears of yours into sizzling bacon.”

 

A glossy white tentacle waved at Ellaria causing her to round on Vivi. “What?”

 

“Aren't you forgetting the reason we are going to this dungeon captain? Fey needs help and sooner rather than later would probably be better. Plus I don't really care if we have to give the mousekin a few coins if it means I don't have to go humping Wummy back and forth from the city and bumfuck nowhere because this incompetent AG doesn't bother with real maps.”

 

Octavia nodded furiously in response. “Exactly!”

 

Ellaria set her lips in a line, clearly annoyed. But after a moment she let out a breath.

 

“...Fine. We can admittedly use a guide.”

 

“Yes! Don't worry I’ll be the best guide Magic Mog has ever had, I’ll take you on the most perfect, most enjoyable-”

 

“I don't care, just take us there.” Ellaria shoved the dungeon note into the gushing mousekin’s hands.

 

She turned back to find Vivi standing, stretching her limbs and cracking her knuckles, a tentacle using a napkin to dab at the chicken wing sauce on her lips. 

 

“Are you ready? We’re going right now if we are, I want to make good time,” said Ellaria.

 

“A-actually there is something,” said Lily. “Your Dimensional Bag captain.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Ah, can you open it and hold it about this height of the ground?”

 

Ellaria tilted her head but then not seeing a reason not to did as Lily asked. 

 

In front of her a small square grate moved on the wall, an iron rusty thing that something was apparently hitting from the other side. After a moment the grate failed and clanged to the ground with a scatter of rust flakes. 

 

From this new dark hole in the wall a brown teddy bear with a red scarf strode. 

 

“Hmm, ah yes your new bear gol….em…” Ellaria’s voice failed to nothing as teddy bears and dolls surged from the hole in the wall, cramming through the square hole so quickly that they barely fit, The river of golems spotted the bag and dashed toward it, each throwing themselves inside one after the other, a non stop stream going from the wall to the bag, over a hundred of the things passed by until a serious looking cream teddy bear with an eyepatch and a kitchen knife appeared bringing up the rear. The cream teddy bear nodded at the scarf teddy bear and they looked back toward the hole. The Ellaria doll then stepped through, looked around, sniffed as though unimpressed, then strode toward the bag, stepping up inside with an elvish elegance. The two bears checked there were no immediate security risks in the vicinity and then followed her inside.

 

Ellaria stood slowly and turned to stare at the blushing otterkin.

 

“Yeah, so Vivi might have had a point about Fey’s jizz affecting leveling speed,” said Flora.

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Octavia led them deep into the forest, the mouse girl making good progress leading them, clearly very used to hiking as she was able to keep ahead of the long stride of Fey and the ground-eating elvish steps of Ellaria. 

 

Their journey took them deeper and deeper into the vast ancient forest west of Bine, a sea of green seemingly without end, pathless, truly a wild place that sapients did not travel for years at a time, a place where monsters and animals flourished unfettered, where no village or town had ever been built.

 

Monsters, in particular, were an annoyance. Unlike their animal counterpart which ran away on first sight the monsters actively stalked the band. Green furred panthers with six legs and flowing barbels haunted the treetops. More than once Flora had let out a shriek of surprise as one of the cat monsters launched itself at her from the shadows.

 

The monsters didn't stand a chance of course. She grabbed the cat monster with her kinesis and slammed it down to the ground where Vivi and Ellaria sliced and burned it to bits. Even Lily had a turn since Ellaria was interested in testing her. It did not go particularly well. Unsurprisingly an army of teddy bears and dolls was not a very effective weapon against a monstrous panther.

 

The band had looked on not sure if they should be shocked or entertained as the angry panther swiped and clawed at the swarm of golems trying to attack it. It was quite clear that the army was going to be slaughtered, the panther simply too strong and agile, that is until a certain cream coloured teddy bear cut away some of the panther’s green fur and scampered away with it, transporting it to Lily’s waiting hands, a crude rework of a cat doll shaped to be more like a green panther balanced on her chest. A moment later and she was furiously stabbing pins and needles into the panther doll and the actual panther’s roars of rage turned into screams of confusion as pain rained down on it from all directions.

 

Lily continued on like this, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she even produced a hammer from somewhere and started beating the panther doll over the head with it.

 

The panther had had quite enough by that point and with a strangled cry of outrage it fled into the forest at a million miles an hour, vanishing from sight, its incredible pace causing it to quickly leave her range.

 

Lily’s shoulders slumped, a glum expression on her face.

 

“Aw… And I tried so hard too…” 

 

“Don’t be sad, you passed the test Lily, I only expected you to be able to hold the monster in place, keeping it pinned for a time. That is extremely valuable in its own way in a fight as it means one less close range foe for me and Vivi to take care of in the immediate.”

 

Lily instantly brightened up at this and quickly became smug about her victory.

 

It was getting dark when they decided to make camp for the night. Vivi chopped down a tree, quickly dicing it apart using her longsword. Flora levitated the branches and logs into a heap. And then Ellaria then set the whole thing ablaze creating a powerful radiant ward amongst the looming darkness of the ancient forest.

 

Octavia then stepped up, producing what appeared to be a full chef’s set of pots and pans and knives and aprons and hats from her damaged Dimensional bag. She started having issues with the bag, random objects coming free as she tried to locate what she actually wanted.

 

Rope, a bowl of mouldy fruit, a large canvas sail, a pair of socks, a rope ladder, a regular ladder.

 

“Why on earth do you have all that?” asked Vivi, watching amused as the mousekin struggled with the stuff spilling from the bag.

 

A lantern, several books, a tent, another larger tent, another larger lantern.

 

“W-well I am a guide, I need to be prepared, or- or something.”

 

Caltrops, a jar of acid, a mace, a bear trap, a chair.

 

Vivi raised an eyebrow questioningly at the sheer breadth of the stuff the mousekin had collected. 

 

“I like to be prepared okay!”

 

At last, she managed to get control over the bag, frantically stuffing everything back inside. Apparently wanting to make up for her unprofessionalism she quickly turned to fire and began cooking, that is after a short argument about whether eating monster panther was a good idea or not. Soon they were eating and working out a watch schedule for the night. 

 

Fey stealthily stepped away as the others talked and slipped into the wood. She had to do something private and alone, that is, use the toilet, she needed to go quite badly.

 

Keeping the light of the fire just visible between the trees she found a suitable spot and scuffed at the ground with her hooves, wiggling her hips, her balls swaying side to side, her still flaccid penis swaying.

 

She hiked her breath then let it go in one long sigh as she relieved herself, the feeling of release was incredible. She hadn't gone since Tami had made her so much larger, feeling a sense of scared apprehension that made her shy away from it hard, worried that it would be even more unladylike than before.

 

She was right of course, and it was compounded by how backed up she was.

 

Fey blushed scarlet as she pissed like a horse, several horses even. The air was filled with the sound of an immense amount of fluid hitting the ground, a veritable fire hose. A minute passed and it didn't let up.

 

“Ohhh gods! This isn't right! Why is there so muuuch!” she wailed, still completely unable to come to terms with her new male way of relieving herself, having to awkwardly shuffle sideways as a lake and then from that rivers of horse piss formed below her.

 

Her head darted side to side trying to see the mess she was creating, and it was then that she caught sight of a pair of wide stunned female eyes watching her, gazing at Fey’s lower parts, her lips parted in disbelief. It was Octavia, the mousekin guide. Octavia swallowed nervously as the awkward sound of loudly spattering fluid continued to override everything else in volume.

 

Fey’s cheeks became several degrees warmer as she realised she was being stared at and that she couldn't do anything about it but stand and be oggled as the minutes passed, the lake of pee spreading to cover a shocking amount of the forest floor. Being a large and backed up centaur truly made for some impressive output.

 

She stared back at the mouse girl as she watched hypnotized, her hands dipping below the hem of her shorts.

 

“D-do you mind?!” she managed to choke-squeak out at last, “I’m t-trying to go here! Could I have some PRIVACY!?!?!?”

 

Octavia bit her lip. “W-well it’s not my fault you’re so- so-, you're just so much more Fey. Like a male but m-more! Even this which is normally nothing and unremarkable is turned into a symbol of your sheer moreishness! Just how much more excessive and extravagant you are than any guy in every way!”

 

“What are you saying! I just really needed to go because I was backed up! This isn't normal!”

 

The sound of huge amounts of steaming hot fluid pouring from her continued to awkwardly punctuate their words until at last Fey slowed and then stopped, shuddering as the last few drips fell from the tip.

 

“I have got to write about this in the club newsletter.”

 

“The what now? W-wait hang on, what is that!? Octavia!” shrieked Fey.

 

The freckled mouse girl gave her a mischievous grin and hurried away leaving Fey to carefully yet frantically work her way around the edge of the small lake she had created and hurry after her.

 

Fey arrived back at the fire to find tents had been put up and the band was already retiring for the night. To her outrage the ever prepared guide’s tent was already up and buttoned tight, the mouse girl hidden away, apparently ‘sleeping’.

 

Fey almost let out a cry of frustration, but seeing as the others were turning in for the night she managed to control herself. She found her tent and realised she had a small problem. She had barely fit in it before, the thing more like a sleeping bag than a tent, but now? She didn't stand any chance at all of fitting inside. With a silent groan she swept the tent over herself using it as a large blanket. At least the camp was warm due to the fire. 

 

After a time sleep defeated her anxious worries and she descended into unconsciousness.

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