Previously on Centaurus: The band complete their goblin slaying job and return to town. On the way there they find a bedraggled Kayla and Lily and after some discussion they are made apprentice adventurers to the band.

Now, Chapter 13:

Ellaria stepped into the Adventurers Guild and paused. An awful lot of people were looking at her, in fact, every adventurer who happened to be in the guild seemed to be looking her way. She narrowed her eyes.

“What are you looking at? Never seen an elf before?”

The adventurers hesitantly turned back to their drinks.

“Hmpph.” She strode toward the main desk but paused partway. Glancing around to check she wasn’t still being watched she surreptitiously pulled the job for the pack of royal slimes down from the job board then continued onward to the counter.

The clerk was there, that clerk. Ellaria pursed her lips as she stepped up in front of her.

“I’m here to turn in the goblin job.”

“Oh? Are you the only survivor? How sad, the adventurer life is often so tragic,” said the clerk, clearly faking sympathy.

Ellaria glared at her. “No, my band is perfectly fine thank you. We successfully beat the goblins with no loss of life.”

“Ah, is that so. Hmm.'' The clerk seemed mildly disappointed, although that was difficult to tell with how inexpressive her face was. She pulled out a large book from under the counter and placed it onto the dark wood surface. The thick leather cover was flipped open and perused, the clerk wetting her finger as she turned each page. Ellaria had the vague suspicion that the clerk was doing it at the slowest possible speed that she could manage without being slow enough to cause comment.

“Goblins and hobgoblins threatening the town and waylaying inter-city caravans. A simple enough beginner or amateurs job, very well.”

Ellaria furrowed her brow, she had a distinct memory of the clerk playing up the job as being above the band’s skill level and now she was quite clearly playing it down. This clerk truly had a stick up her butt about Magic Mog.

The clerk fished below the counter and then bought up a green uncut crystal on a leather cord. The crystal refracted hypnotically in the soft light of the room.

“Did you, Band Captain, Ellaria De’loquint the Third of House Starry Oak, along with the registered band Magic Mog, eliminate the goblin and hobgoblin threat you were contracted for?”

Ellaria remained silent for a moment, then she looked directly into the crystal.

“Yes, we took care of the threat, there will be no more armed goblins or hobgoblins attacking the people of this town, or anyone travelling nearby.”

The crystal remained as it was, and then after a moment it flashed blue.

The clerk looked at it suspiciously, obviously wondering why it had taken so long to change colour.

“If that is as all, I would like the reward please, I did not intend to spend my entire evening here in your ever so wonderful company.”

“...fine.”

The clerk ducked down and the sound of shuffling and clinking coins filled the air.

Ellaria put the paper for the royal slime job on the counter and casually slid it forward.

“I would also like to claim this job’s reward.”

The clerk glanced back up at it and snorted dismissively.

“You are not registered for that job, no one is. If you don't register the job you don't get the reward. Sorry.” The clerk stood and dumped a brown leather purse on the counter that clanked with metal.

Ellaria held up a finger. “That is factually incorrect.”

“No, it’s not. It’s an Adventurers Guild policy. If you unknowingly complete a job then that is your bad fortune and our good luck. The guild is not in the business of handing out money to every schmuck who stumbles on a monster and accidentally squashes it.”

“That policy also has a sub clause that states that any officially designated job from the AG itself is culpable for fifty percent of the reward if done off the books. Third party jobs have their own rules, but this isn’t a third party job, it is an officially sanctioned job from the AG itself, therefore we are eligible for half the reward.”

“This is-

“You of course were perfectly aware of that, you simply chose to conveniently ignore it in the hopes of making life more difficult for unknowing amateur bands because it fulfills your inner desire to make people suffer out of a bitter sense of entitlement over your own failed career as an adventurer. What was it? A faulty Class? Trauma from losing your bandmates?”

For the first time genuine anger crossed the stoney faced clerk’s vizage.

“My personal affairs are none of your concern elf and I suggest you take a step down from your elven high horse, not everyone takes kindly to be talked down to by a snotty knife ears.”

“Nevertheless I want my reward.”

The clerk glared at her but then held up the crystal.

“Did you, Band Captain, Ellaria De’loquint the Third of House Starry Oak,” the clerk spat Ellaria's name, “along with the registered band Magic Mog, eliminate the slime threat described in this contract?”

“We neutralised the problem.”

The crystal flashed blue.

“That is not eliminated, be specific.”

“The king and queen slime and their pack no longer exist.”

Blue again.

The clerk seemed irritated that she hadn't gotten what she was looking for but reached below the counter and angrily stuffed a fistful of coin into the purse already sitting on the counter. She shoved the purse toward Ellaria who smoothly scooped it into her dimensional bag.

“One last thing. That job should have given us enough points with AG to be moved up to silver plate.”

The clerk who had been closing the book jerked and her hand nearly ripped out a page.

“You? Silver?”

“You can look for yourself, the AG will have given you our numbers.”

The clerk slammed the book back open and furiously flipped through it until she found what she was looking for and ran a finger down the page.

She blinked and then snorted. “Unfortunately for you, no.”

“Wait, what do you mean? Taking care of the goblins should have given us what we needed!”

The clerk held up her index finger and a smug look appeared on her face. “One singular point away from ranking up.”

“What about the slime job? That would have pushed us over easily!”

“Sorry but that’s not how it works. While the AG does reward it as an unofficially completed job, as you so defiantly stated, it doesn't count as points toward your ranking.”

Ellaria rubbed her brow with the side of her finger and frowned. The worst part was she knew the damned clerk was right. If the clerk wasn’t such a jerk she might have been able to convince her to tweak their numbers and push them over to silver. As it was, they were going to be stuck with bronze plate until they got around to completing another job. She had wanted to rank up today, she had ambitions for her band and she was irked that she was being snubbed- wait…

She looked up at the clerk who raised an eyebrow.

“There are other ways to get points apart from jobs.”

“Oh?”

“Yes!” said Ellaria, giving her a winning smile, which on the elf was like being clubbed over the head with her attractiveness. “I happened to take on two apprentice adventures before coming here and while small the AG does reward bands who do such a thing. That will give us the requisite to rank up.”

The green crystal flashed brilliant blue and the clerk scowled.

Ellaria put a uniquely elven smug look on her face and fished the band’s bronze plate from her dimensional bag. She slapped it down on the counter.

“One silver adventurers plate please.”

The clerk glanced between the plate and the elf and then sighed, her jaded attitude for the job overcoming her irritation with Ellaria.

She pulled up a white wooden box from underneath the counter with difficulty, the box was chained to the floor below with heavy irons. On the lid of the box was an engraving the AG’s logo. The clerk tugged at a slim chain around her neck pulling an intricate key from her cleavage. She took the key and inserted it in a dark keyhole in the side of the box. The box clicked and a clockwork sound came from within, the top of the box then opened of its own volition, separating into separate panels that slid apart smoothly, unfolding like a blooming flower.

The inside was padded with black velvet. A stack of bronze plates was within one partition, in a smaller partition was a number of silver plates, and then separate from that again was a single partition with one dusty gold plate.

Ellaria raised an eyebrow. “A gold plate?”

“Yes, it came with the box when this branch was setup. Unsurprisingly we have never had cause to use it, gold platers are rare enough, vanishingly rare someone ranks up to gold in a small town out by the mountains like this.”

“Hmm maybe someday. Please, carry on.”

The clerk ran her fingers over the silver plates, rectangular pieces of metal inscribed with the AG’s logo and a warrant of service from the Queen herself. She chose one, probably the one in least perfect condition knowing this clerk, but in the end it was all the same. Across the plate was engraved: Rank of silver of the -AG- by appointment of Her Majesty EXCALIVANIA the Dragon Queen, Dei Gratia Regina ⚜️

Ellara bit her lip. She had waited such a long time for this, years and years, longer than she perhaps should have as she had decided to spend her time more academically rather than practically.

The clerk lifted a glowing crystal stamp from the box and affixed it to a section of the bronze plate that Ellaria had placed on the counter. The glowing gradually brightened as it interacted with the bronze. The clerk left the stamp for the moment and scribbled something in the large book. After about a minute of the stamp getting brighter and brighter she lifted it off the bronze plate and placed it on the silver plate. The light flickered and then seemed to descend into the silver causing it to glow faintly, light rippling across its surface in an almost ghostly manner.

Even the jaded clerk seemed vaguely interested, upgrading to silver was an uncommon event around here.

At last, the stamp was done and the clerk put it back in the box along with the band’s old bronze plate. She hesitated then reluctantly pushed the silver plate over the counter toward the elf. Ellaria reverently picked it up, the metal warm to the touch, her reflection flashing across the shiny silver surface.

She glanced around and saw other adventures in the room looking at it. It was pretty obvious who was bronze plate amongst them just judging by the hunger in their eyes. Ranking up for an adventurer was a big deal, and if the band were to go to any of the local adventurers' dives they would have their drinks paid for for the entire night. That would come later though, first she had to show her band, to show off their achievement, perhaps awe the crowd outside and bask in their adoration. Pleasing imaginings of being a Famed Adventurer crossed her mind.

In a mildly blissful state she stepped away from the counter, plate in hands and wandered toward the doors, pushing them casually open as she passed the adventures. One particularly large and bearded man glanced between the job board where the band’s warning had been pinned and the elf, he tilted his head and furrowed his brow, but let her pass without comment.

Ellaria stepped outside and paused as she saw the size of the crowd, it was far far larger than it had been when they’d arrived at the AG. People were packed building to building, wall to wall, standing shoulder to shoulder. She had apparently wildly underestimated the attraction a giant floating ten foot wide gnome would cause, even now people were still trying to join the crowd and come see the strange spectacle of the noisy storytelling orb.

Well, maybe that was for the best, she could show of her band’s achievement to all the people! This was her chance to bask in their adoration, an adventurer’s glory. She gripped the shiny silver plate and began to lift it into the air, visions of cheering crossing her mind, this, this was going to be-

Flora suddenly stopped her story and gasped aloud. The whole crowd looked up at her.

Ellaria paused, not liking the alarmed look in the gnome’s eye. She lowered the plate a little.

“What is it Flora?”

“It’s coming, oh gods it’s coming out!”

Ellaria furrowed her brow in confusion and lowered the plate some more.

“What’s coming out?
“The slime! I’m going to give birth to the slime right now!!!”
“...What?” she was joking right? She must be joking! Half the goddam town was right here right now! This couldn’t be happening!

Ellaria’s dreams of basking in the crowd’s adoration for their accomplishment were rapidly disintegrating and crumbling around her shoulders.

“Hnnnggg gawwwd!” whined Flora.

As the crowd watched the gnome’s belly rippled as though something was shifting below the surface and then her shorts seemed to bulge outward until with a loud attention grabbing ripping sound they were torn apart by a glossy white tentacle emerging from her gaped pussy. The tentacle whipped around, slapping at the gnome’s belly leaving wet marks across it before pausing and seemingly looking around at the crowd. The crowd looked back at it in shock. What the hell was this?

The tentacle trembled and then like being sucked up like a noodle it slurped back into Flora’s pussy.

“Ahnnn! What's it dooiinngg! Someone help!”

“Flora calm down, It’s- it's going to be okay! We can fix this!”

“I am fucking ca- oh godsss! It's doing something weirrrdd!”

More bumps could be seen rolling across the gnome’s smooth belly and her pussy seemed to bulge outward momentarily before opening up and letting a massive thick hose of steaming warm cum explode from her stretched lower lips. The white hosed high up in the air and came down on the crowd instantly coating the unfortunate ones caught in the stream in a thick layer of cum.

Flora thrashed and howled as her belly wobbled dangerously. She went spinning in the air as she lost control of her power and the broad stream of cum moved across the crowd coating huge swathes of it in white.

A human woman wiped the stuff from her eyes and looked around. She looked down at the white covering her in puzzlement and then lifted her hand to her nose smelling the suspicious stuff.

“...Oh my god, is this fucking CUM?!”

Cries of outrage and panic began to go up as it dawned on them just what was abundantly hosing from the gnome’s pussy without stop. Unfortunately, there wasn't much they could do to stop it as the area was so packed full of people that they could do nothing but stand there and take it, Fey’s cum splattering and caking onto them in their mouths, noses, clothes. Everywhere Flora turned was layered in thick heavy horse cum.

Of course not everyone in the crowd was experiencing this existential horror in the same way, no, the female lupine, female wolfkin, and a smaller number of female vulpines, dogkins and foxkins, even a female cervine, were taking the drenching a little differently. Their noses flared and their tails flagged up into the air as the incredibly cummy musk barreled into their senses instantaneously turning their panties from nice and dry to soaked through and dripping wet. The woman practically vibrated on the spot and when the hose came near they grabbed at the air for it, crying out and opening their mouths and drinking down the heavy sloppy cum and when it passed and they were left wanting they began to frantically fight their way forward.

The crowd erupted into chaos as people fought to get away and a smaller subset fought ferociously to get forward.

Ellaria was left standing on the AG’s decking, the brand new silver plate dangling from her limp hand, staring at the absolute mayhem the gnome had unleashed.

“B-but I just wanted to show…” the elf murmured forlornly.

Suddenly the hose of cum from Flora’s pussy started sputtering and spurting as though the stream had been interrupted. Her lower lips spread further and amongst the spraying cum a glossy white tentacle slipped out, then another, and another, they squirmed and waved into the air until there were a dozen of them, each over ten foot long, straining the very limit of what Flora's poor abused cunt could contain.

“Help meee!” Wailed the gently spinning out of control gnome, but she could barely be heard over the panicking crowd who looked up at the tentacles in terror.

The tentacles expertly flourished themselves in the air, flicking the remains of their cum coating off, and then they dived down into the crowd eliciting screams. The tentacles began plucking women up, strangely eager women, picking them up into the air by grabbing their limbs or coiling around their waists.

The out of control gnome continued to drift through the air, her legs kicking wildly as ever more tentacles pushed their way out the yawning chasm of her pussy, joining the other white tentacles who had clutched in their grips now ten different women. The tentacles didn't wait around, they rolled over the girls, slipping beneath their clothing, and then displaying their impressive strength, they ripped apart the fabric. Shirts bulged outward with tentacles until they tore, shorts were split in two, panties ripped aside, bras dismantled, rags of cloth falling on the crowd below until the ten gasping moaning women were left buck naked as they were held up in the air on full display.

“S-someone stop it!” cried out one of the more rational people on the ground.

“Nuu! Take me! This is just like one of my smut novels!” moaned one of the heat addled lupine held in the air.

“P-put it in! P-please! My insides are burning up! Go! Go!” cried another, humping her hips at the nearest tentacle.

The tentacles didn't hold back, they dove straight into any opening they could find, the ones holding the girls up in the air coiling back on themselves so that they could hold onto them while plunge fucking them with their lengths.

Tentacles were stuffed passed teeth as eyes went wide, assholes were brutalised and pussies were often double stuffed with two tentacles each, their glistening wet drooling slits seemingly of most interest to the tentacles.

The air was filled with the sloppy Schlp! Schlp! Schlp! of glossy white tentacles pistoning in and out of the girls, driving their lengths over and over into their holes until the girls’ howling reached a crescendo and a heavy shower of squirt rained down on the crowd below, spattering across upturned faces and falling in the mouths of those foolish enough to be gaping at the spectacle.

The positive reaction from the women just seemed to drive the tentacles into a frenzy and another five women were snatched up from the crowd until Flora was just a focal point with over a dozen cuming screaming women arranged about her, copiously expelling their fluids over people as she drifted past.

Those remaining below still in heat were nearly losing their mind by this point, the poor women practically frothing at the mouth to get at the source of this smell that enticed their noses and heated their loins, the visual and audible spectacle of the women getting off above them making them insane with jealousy.

Flora was getting more and more desperate and she raised her hands up into the air and dragged at the tentacles and shoved at her own belly sending huge ripples across its surface, actively fighting with her own body.

The tentacles didn't stop and tried to fight back, their impressive strength pushing against Flora’s magic, that is until Flora went harder on one tentacle and managed to rip a screaming creaming wolfkin from its clutches. This seemed to alarm the tentacles and they abruptly dropped all the girls they held, relinquishing the disappointed women atop the crowd. The tentacles turned and seemingly looked at Flora as through observing her for the first time, they almost looked thoughtful, then they began to withdraw, pulling back inside of Flora’s stretched out and ruined pussy one by one until her folds were left gaping and steaming and twitching in the air.

The crowd looked up, wondering what on earth was going to happen next.

Flora shuddered atop her vast belly, her hands pressed flat up against it as she looked down with great concern. Then her face twisted.

“It- it wants to come out! Oh god! I can feel it! It’s the actual monster!”

The shapes that had been moving under her belly skin, which an observer now knew to be tentacles, withdrew and a gasping sucking sound filled the air, Flora’s cervix hugely dilating.

Over a thousand eyes looked up at the gnome, her birthing visible to absolutely everyone.

“Oh oH godddsss!! AIIIEEEEEE!” screamed Flora as a fat white thing slipped into her canal. The Gnome squirted as it came, a sprinkle of clear fluid spraying over the crowd.

It was coming, it was coming out, what the hell was it? The white bulge was emerging from Flora’s pussy, squeezing and straining until with a loud POP! it burst free. A round white sphere about two foot across sailed through the air before cresting the arc of its trajectory. The crowd drew back in terror, desperate to get away from whatever the hell it was had come out of the gnome. The crowd barely managed to make space, leaving a small round gap where the road below could be seen.

The white blob came down in it.

Two black dots appeared on the blob. The dots looked around and it became clear that the two dots were in fact eyes. The slime looked up at the crowd innocently and then after a moment it squeee’d! In an admittedly cute tone.

The crowd looked down at this diminutive monster in horror.

“Gods save us! It's a monster, inside the town!”

“Slime m-monster! Somebody kill it! Save us!”

“We’re all gonna die!”

“It is kinda cute tho- no wait, it's a trick! Kill the slime!”

After a moment of the crowd shouting in dismay, Vivi kicked and shoved her way free from the packed in people and into the clearing where the slime was.

It looked up at her with innocent curiosity.

“Foul beast that has arisen from the depths of my friend’s pussy, I shall end you and save this town from your reign of evil!” roared the fox girl, egged on by the shouting crowd.

Vivi flourished her longsword, spinning it expertly, nearly decapitating a nearby onlooker in the process. She stepped forward confidently and brought the blade down on the slime, exerting her strength to slam-hammer it earthward.

The blade struck, and then passed through the slime like it wasn’t even there. The sword sunk deep into the earth.

Vivi blinked and stared at the perfectly normal and fine slime that was looking at her questioningly.

“Uhmm. Does anyone have a hammer? Maybe some fire magic?”

The ‘eyes’ of the slime seemed to smile, as though it understood perfectly what Vivi was asking, and then a dozen thick tentacles exploded from the slime’s surface and engulfed the fox girl who yelped in surprise. She was easily ripped away from her blade as tentacles coiled all over her body, around her legs and arms, around her soft jiggling cum belly and then up under her shirt and around her breasts until they were squeezing at her nipples.

The crowd directly around her had a front stage view of Vivi’s bare pussy as her shorts were suddenly shredded apart by the sheer number of tentacles diving below the hem.

“Nuu stop! D-don't look at me! Don’t loook!” wailed Vivi as the crowd stared at her, unable to look away due to how packed in they were.

Tentacles quickly found her pussy, which was oozing a little of Fey’s cum still, and prodded at her folds with interest.

“W-wait! No s-stop! Y-you can’t! Not in front of everyone!”

They didn't wait and began parting her folds with their tips, inserting themselves inside her, pushing apart her walls as their glossy smooth white surfaces poked around inside with curious interest, then more interest as they found the leaky entrance to her womb, then excitement as the realised they'd found a new home from home.

The fox girl squealed as two then three then four then five tentacles pushed their way inside her depths and then up against her cervix where they pressed up harder and harder and harder until with a splop! That could be heard outside her body they burst through into her cum filled womb, thrashing excitedly as they found the warm familiar substance inside, swirling and coiling around each other as they played and explored.

Vivi moaned whorishly as she was used, her mouth hanging open, a little drool dangling from her lip. Her cheeks blushed deep red as she looked up ashamedly at the crowd and helplessly squirmed on the floor being openly used by the slime monster, held up by her own cum belly. Her obscenely stuffed pussy was fully on display to the crowd standing around her. This was beyond shameful, she desperately wanted to cover her face and eyes with her paws but the tentacles wrapped around her limbs deftly held her in place, the shocking strength of the slime was simply too much for her to overcome, especially as the tentacles wormed further and further inside of her, the fatter parts of the tentacle's lengths stretching her wider and wider. She looked down at her belly in alarm as it expanded and bumps began to move across its surface, the tentacles moving around her womb.

No one in the crowd stepped forth to help her, they only goggled and stared at the public depravity, the spectacle of a fox girl fucked full with moving squirming tentacles. Several of the males in the crowd grew awkward tents in their trousers as the show continued.

“H-help me!” Whined Vivi between gasping moans.

The crowd shifted uncomfortably but made no move to help, that is until a large breasted black eared wolfkin pushed and shoved her way free.

Vivi looked up at her, was this her saviour? Then she noticed how hard the wolfkin was breathing and the expanding wet patch in her shorts that even as Vivi looked drooled a long gel like strand of sloppy lubricant.

“P-please!” moaned the wolfkin, her hands down her pants, furiously working her clit.

The slime Squeed! Happily at her words and even more tentacles exploded from its surface, engulfing the wolfkin and dragging her on top of Vivi where she was swiftly denuded, shredding her clothes apart and revealing her bare skin

“Yass! Ream me! Anything to stop the heat!!”

The slime squueee’d! once more as though in acknowledgement. Its tentacles curled around her naked body shifted and rolling until the tips were all converging on her vulnerable quivering rear. The tips touched up against her, almost as though they were tasting her soaking swollen lips, then they pushed into her folds eliciting a gasp.

“No! you gotta help me stop it!” exclaimed Vivi looking over her shoulder at the wolfkin atop her.

“Hell no bitch, this feels uhnff! I could spend the rest of the day like this! Harder slime thing! Go harder!”

The wolfkin rolled her hips as she was impaled on the tentacle which began furiously pistoning into her folds creating the most lewd sounds imaginable, the slick squishy surface of the tentacle combing with the sloppy state of the wolfkin to make an orchestra of lewdness.

SCHLORK SKLAK PLAPSTCH SLRTCH!

“HAAAAGH FUUUUUCK- NYAA! HYK... P-PLEASE MOOOOOOOORE!!!”

The wolfkin squealed as she was reamed on top of the wide eyed Vivi, her productive juices dripping down on the vulpine to soak her fur. The wolfkin sank down against the fox girl, her fat tits compressing against Vivi’s back, stiff nipples grinding against soft fur as the pair shuddered under the slime’s ministrations.

The audible gasping bliss of the wolfkin just seemed to egg the slime monster on to new heights and it squeee’d once more. Its tentacles writhed and curled and a second tentacles was forced into the woman's pussy causing the wolfkin’s legs to kick into the air. Her hands gripped Vivi's shoulders desperately, her fingernails digging in as her spine arched and her twitching quim squirted and sprayed her juices up the trapped audience that was crowded around them, spattering and darkening their clothing with her fluids. Those who were hit looked down at their damp selves in horror.

“S-sorry about that!” said Vivi blushing with shame and humiliation, not sure what to do about their captive audience, “I’m- I’ll try to stop it!”

The juices of the girl above her had wetted Vivi’s paw and she managed to wiggle it free from a tentacle using the added slickness. She grabbed at the slime, and somehow succeeded, her paw pads touching down on its main body. The slimy surface tried to slip from her grasp but she managed to get her paw around the troublesome monster just enough to drag it in.

She glared at it, and to her surprise, it seemed to glare back. Was this slime sentient?? Maybe it really could somehow understand her? Could she tell it to calm down perhaps? She opened her mouth to speak.

Immediately she realised her mistake as the slime's surface boiled and a particularly thick tentacle surged out and rammed straight up into her mouth, forcing her jaws apart. Vivi choked on the appendage, her teeth dimpling its surface but unable to pierce the tough skin of the slime. Her eyes went wide and panicky as the slime forced its tentacle into her, distending and bulging her throat obscenely, and began exploring her insides.

"Shooh Deehp!” Wailed the wolfkin above Vivi as Vivi floundered with tentacles pushing in both ends.

The fox girl could only look down the length of the tentacle in her mouth in alarm, holding her head in place, completely at the mercy of the slime. More tentacles abruptly shot out into the crowd, squirming between the panicking shouting people, diving between their legs and over their shoulders as the slime happily found what it was looking for. Females in heat began to be dragged from the crowd, forcefully pulled free, sometimes knocking over those in the way. Wolfkins and lupines and more were dragged on top of Vivi, their clothes stripped and their holes penetrated in a growing tentacle orgy.

Vivi squirmed and whined as the light of day above began to be covered with the moving shapes of women being rutted, piling atop the fox girl higher and higher in a small hill of sex. Vivi’s eyes rolled up and her paw pressed into the slimes surface as the tentacle plunged and thrust down her throat, gods this was just like at the hot spring, being used by a thick heavy dominating length, just pleasuring itself on her. No wait, this was going further, way further! Vivi’s brow rose in shock as she felt the tentacle drive another foot into her and go where it wasn't supposed to, then another foot and another and even more! she whined as she felt her insides fill and fill and then a terrible feeling in her rear, oh gods it was coming out!

The fox girls anus pushed out and a flash of white could be seen for a moment before retreating. The tentacle then pushed harder, bulging out her butthole, and then after a little more effort the tentacle slipped free, her donut clamping down on it as it wiggled up into the air, touching up against the fox girl’s tail and exploring the bare skin of the wolfkin above it. Vivi was now entirely spitted on the tentacle, hopelessly trapped and vulnerable to the slime’s whims, a slab of fuck meat to be used and abused. Vivi nearly came from the realisation alone, her folds clamping down on the writhing tentacles twisting up a storm in her pussy.

As the slime continued to fuck them raw the moaning whining pile of girls was slowly growing larger as more and more females were dragged from the crowd and piled on, a pile of moaning shuddering women with the many white lines of the slime’s tentacles curling and coiling around and across their naked bodies, penetrating and plunging their holes over and over, filling out the small space in the crowd until naked bodies were pressing up against the trapped audience who were unable to escape or look away, just a vast writhing mass of women being openly fucked before the crowd by masses of tentacles, and very much enjoying it going by the rising chorus of blissful screaming wails.

As Vivi’s eyes rolled up and her pussy darkened the ground with fluid her paw clamped down on the Slime, hard. The Slime bulged out around her paw’s grip. This caused a change to come over the slime, its little black eyes began to vibrate and its whole body began to ripple then all of a sudden rounded nodules bulged out over its surface, spreading outward, going from covering its surface to rolling up the tentacles coming from its body and then surging down their lengths making every tentacle a nodule covered weapon.

The girls getting piston fucked by the dozens of tentacles reacted instantaneously as the lengths inside of them became that much more brutal, dragging at their folds with the nodules and causing a soft splup! With each nodule that slipped free or was rammed inside of them. A cacophony of soaked flesh being roughly abused, SCHLAP! PLAPTSH! SLLRPTCHPLT! Followed by glorious and plentiful reaction, Skllrtsh! Skllrrtsh! Skllrrtsh!

It seemed as if the entire pile of girls squirted in that same moment as clear fluid sprayed up into the air in all directions spritzing and misting the air over the crowd with their juices. The chorus of screams and shrieks that filled the air momentarily silenced the crowd it was so loud and shrill, desperate hands and paws clutched at other bodies as the girls were given a fucking of a life time, lost in a tempest of intense quivering pleasure that sated the hunger in their loins ten times over.

Ellaria looked down at the chaos, this, this was really not good. The crowd was starting to dissipate around the edges at last but this looked like it would be the end of their time in this town, they would be lucky to avoid getting arrested and imprisoned at this rate!

In fact as she looked a battalion of guards was making their way down the street against the current of the crowd. What sounded like a religious cry from the other direction made her turn her head, down the other end of the street a second battalion was coming. This group looked vastly different from the first group however, they wore voluminous white robes and their long bearded leader carried a censer swinging in his hands that released an aromatic plume of smoke as it swung. It didn't take more than a second for Ellaria to realise this group had been sent by the church.

She turned her head again as yet another cry filled the air, gods what next? This cry sounded particularly angry, much more aggressive than the other two. Down an alley that came out in front of the guild a third group was arriving, this one armed with cudgels, maces, clubs, bats and strangely enough a rolling pin. In fact many of the people in this crowd appeared to be wearing work clothes, aprons, uniforms, dishrags tucked in belts.

A figure at the front clued Ellaria in to just what the hell she was looking at. It was the innkeeper of the Slime’s Bane Inn and she looked positively apoplectic. Apparently she had gone to the Innkeepers Guild and raised a storm which she seemed intent on riding into battle upon. This group worried Ellaria the most, they looked ready to lynch Flora alive.

“Oh my god, it’s that anti-mage cunt that tried to mug us!” cried out Flora jabbing a finger in the air. The gnome had mostly recovered from her ordeal by this point, only losing a few feet in width.

Ellaria blinked and turned to where she was pointing. She wasn't pointing at the guards where she might have assumed, no she was pointing at the people from the church. As she stared she realised she did recognise the young man standing next to the incense carrier. Bald and pink skinned but still clearly the anti-mage who had tried to mug and possibly kill them.

What the hell is he doing with the church? Thought Ellaria

“What the hell are you doing with the church, cunt?” yelled Flora. “Oih, that guys a criminal, he tried to steal from us, he’s an anti-mage, a stumblefuck who-”

“Lies! I am not what you say!” roared the young man with an unexpected fervence. “I am of the church, I am of the gods, I work solely at service of our holy mission!”

“Bullshit! You’re a sneaky little shitrag who waylays poor adventurers using your anti-mage Class!”

The group from the church were giving Flora increasingly confused looks.

The older man with the incense paused his swinging and looked up at Flora calmly.

“This is a case of mistaken identity I’m afraid. Seth here is not who you say he is, it is impossible. Now to the matter at hand, we have had reports that your group has been harbouring souls, hoarding them with possible ill intent. Please come quietly as we investigate.”

Now it was Flora’s turn to look confused. “No idea what you're blathering about matey, and you don't know shit about brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless over there!”

“Enough of this!” said the young man stepping forward. He raised his hand into the air and Flora and Ellaria jerked backwards expecting an anti-magic attack. Instead light poured from his hand in a holy golden glow, filling the street and calming the crowd, warming their bodies and spreading a feeling of contentment.

As the light died Ellaria stared at the young man. This, this was impossible! The young man, he had an entirely new Class! That wasn’t supposed to be! It was one Class permanently for life per person!

Fey had broken a rule of the entire world.