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Barnyard Blast v2 Wip 5
🕑 Added 2023-07-02 11:23:11 +0000 UTCThanks for the wait! Been having a blast playing FF 16 and been suffering through Masters courses. But here is a few more pages! The first burp has been had!
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(Goodness! I didn’t even realize how much I made for the girl, and she ate it all! She emptied the whole house! By the Gods I stuffed her with a foal or two!) Miss G. had a bit of panic looking at Ophelia, her horse half contently gurgling now, a bit over-satisfied as Ophelia had eaten a bit too much, well, more than a bit. Her horse stomach was nearly three feet larger in all directions.
(Ohhh so delicious! Mmff… Ugh this corset is so tight! But that’s good. I dread to think how large my first stomach would be. Ohh I need to burp. Why did that damned woman keep feeding me!?) Ophelia groaned in her head. Though she knew it was completely her own fault for eating so much.
“Finally… we both sign here…” Ophelia said, focusing on ignoring just how stuffed with food her second stomach was, and the large amount of gas already building within it. Lord Yerren struggled not to look at the rising horse belly in front of him, gulping nervously as he wondered if she was having some sort of reaction to the food they gave her. He hadn’t paid much attention to how much she ate, but surely the Heiress hadn’t eaten that much food!
*GGGRRRGGGLEE-GLOORRRP*
Ophelia’s ears twitched as a different kind of grumble came from her belly than before. One she fully dreaded. Her affliction was flaring up. (No no no! Damn you! Not now! I just ate so much! Ohhh hurry up hurry up!)
“Lord Yerren, do you disagree with anything?” She said hastily to get the young Lord’s mind on track. Devon came back to his senses and shook his head.
“My apologies! No, I am fine. Thank you very much for all the detailed explanations! I have no problem signing this contract, and I will be sure to talk to the farmers and citizens to see what land is available for purchase by the Belise Company!” Lord Yerren said, grabbing the Inkjet again, he signed his name on the second line shown to him. His hands seemed to move in slow motion for Ophelia as he signed and handed over the pen. Time was of the essence now.
“Very good! The Belise Company will send a surveyor out in a week to inspect suitable lands or buildings in the area as per the contract. And per our company policy, two copies will be produced of this contract, one sent to the highest governing body or treasury of this land as witness of our contract, and the second will rest here with you as proof of our exchange. With all that said-” Ophelia felt a belch rising in her human stomach and forced it down as she quickly signed her own name on the contract. (Ohhh I need to hurry. The longer I take the bigger it will get. Nghh control yourself Ophelia! Do not let it become your master. I simply need to hurry back to Kayle and Kallani, use a few trotting bags and all will be good.) “-It has been a pleasure serving you Lord Yerren, Miss G. I will send my assistant Kallani later to order some of the marvelous ingredients you used today. Now do forgive my sudden haste. But I am expected to receive a [Message] from my Father when he returns and he desires privacy when I do. I fear I let the time get the best of me and must now depart.” Ophelia stood rather suddenly. Tail whisked straight down as both her bellies grumbled, her corset feeling tighter by the second.
(Is… she bigger than a moment ago?) Miss G. thought as she looked at the rather wide horse stomach the massive centauress sported.
“Ah yes um! We have a private room in here if you would-” Lord Yerren began, not wanting to say goodbye so suddenly.
“My apologies but I must decline. The only ones allowed to be near me are my assistants when taking a [Message] as a precaution for eavesdropping.” Ophelia interrupted. Miss G. could see it though, Ophelia’s tail was beginning to swish at the sides again, but her ears were almost straight down to her head. She didn’t know what exactly this meant for horses or centaurs, but she could take a big of a guess. (Goodness I think she needs the bathroom! Oh Devon you can’t keep a lady waiting!)
“I understand Miss Belise. Thank you so much for coming to us and being so kind to my Devon, I will escort you out the back right away. Please do keep in touch with us?” Miss G. said, giving Lord Yerren a quick look as the young man sat confused. Miss G. began walking through to the opposite end as Ophelia nodded, feeling quite like a little girl trying not to soil herself as the titanic centauress began following. Dreading the hunched walking that put even more pressure on her stomachs than before.
“Yes of course. Now that Dairfall is a partner of ours, while contact with me may not be available. You can be assured we will always- *GRRRGGGLEEE*- always keep an employee at the ready who can use [Message] or travel quickly to alert our people and keep in touch. We do not abandon our allies! Goodbye Lord Yerren!” Ophelia hurriedly followed Miss G, out the chamber room, her second stomach nearly hitting the walls as she walked almost completely bent over to fit in.
(Oh goodness please let her fit through the door. I don’t even want to imagine what may happen if she can’t! It could be a diplomatic crisis!) Miss G. hastily moved through the house toward the back door.
“Ah G-Goodbye. I- Thank you!” Lord Yerren yelled a bit over-enthusiastically as Ophelia exited. She did not return any remarks though, too preoccupied with keeping her beastly stomachs in check as they awakened in full. The lowest button on her corset began to strain against the inevitable.
“Here Miss Belise! Do not worry. I will clear up any confusion for Devon later.” Miss G. opened both the backdoors as Ophelia hastily stomped through, seeming a dozen pounds heavier and another inch wider than before. Even with both doors open, the massive centauress was a tight squeeze with less than a foot of room in all.
“Th-thank you!” Ophelia said quickly. Unable to hide the desperation in her voice.
“Oh Goodness dear forgive me! Something I used must have upset you very much. Do you need directions?” Miss G. said hastily and quietly as Ophelia’s ears twitched and her eyes widened. Her blush paired with her freckles and brilliant green eyes could have stolen any man’s, and many women’s hears on the spot.
“No! I- Yes actually where would Kayle and Kallani be?” Ophelia stood up to her full height. Balling her hands into fists as her rear right leg raised into the air. An old cutesy habit she had never grown out of when she was desperate for the bathroom. Despite her towering aura, the princess seemed more like a little girl to the elderly servant who nodded quickly and pointed.
“They should be at the Keep. It’s owned by Mr. Berring and has plenty of room for guests and their steeds. But not because they are Centaurs!” Miss G. hastily added. Ophelia couldn’t care less though. She could feel another belch rising in her guts again. The damned thing wouldn’t calm down! But of course, it couldn’t, her affliction was kicking in. It would just keep getting bigger until she emptied herself fully or… Ophelia shook her head hastily.
“Where please would they be!?” (I need a trotting bag right now! Or three! Or five! Damnit all why did this woman feed me so much!? I have to burp so badly!)
“Go around the house and exit the gate, take a right at the first house you see, then a left and head past the market, it will be a two-story building with a sign saying ‘Berring’s Berries. Stables and Stalls.’ I can escort you there if you-“
“Thank you but I must go now!” Ophelia quickly turned and left. Her hooves slammed into the dirt as she trotted as fast as possible without agitating her stomach any more than necessary.
“Remember! Gate, Right, Left, Market, Berring’s Berries!” Miss G. yelled as Ophelia was already turning around the house. “Ohh dear why do I have quite the bad feeling… I should hurry over there after making sure Devon is okay. I hope he doesn’t think she was mad at him.” Miss G. re-entered the house and closed the doors as Ophelia was already nearing the gate. Despite her bloatedness, Ophelia was a monster in both strength and speed and had outraced every Centaur in Belise except Navarre the Pegasus, and even then Ophelia had far more stamina.
“Gate, Right, Left, Market, Berries. Berries. Nnngh why now!? Damn it all!” Ophelia focused her willpower, of which she had quite a lot, and cleared her head. Focusing purely on her feet, and keeping her guts in control.
[Message]
“Now!? F-Father!?” Ophelia’s eyes widened as she felt a clicking ping in her head, the sign of a [Message] Spell connecting. Ophelia accepted the spell as she exited the gate, seeing a few people milling about she looked for the first house as she ignored the citizens.
[Hello my dear. Forgive me, I wanted to give you more time. But your mother and the others demanded I check in, they still object to you going on solo-]
[Father I am busy! The affliction has kicked in! I gave the boy the standard contract! I need to go now!]
[What!? A boy!? Ophelia what- But- that slimy- no. Of course! Where are Kayle and Kallani? Do I need to send Rohan or-]
[Father I need to go!] Ophelia quickly passed the first house and turned right, but she was losing concentration focusing on her Father! Using [Message] allowed you to speak telepathically to your recipient, but it required focus to not just blurt things out loud and she was quickly losing all of her ability to focus!
[Be safe Ophelia and have Kayle Message me when you are free.] Antelus was stern but very worried for his beloved daughter.
[Of course! Goodbye Father!] Ophelia cut the [Message] and turned left. Seeing a long path in front of her with barely anyone alive, in the distance she could make out a farm and a house. She had turned right but couldn’t see the market yet- no she needed to turn left still before the farm! Ophelia hurried before her lapse of concentration would be a minor undoing, for her blouse and dignity. With a loud pop, her corset’s lowest button lost it’s life and went hurtling off into the distance, her human stomach suddenly jutted out three inches and Ophelia lost control of her throat.
“Hye- UUUURROOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOORRRRPPPPP! Oh no!” Ophelia covered her mouth, after the good twenty-second belch had thundered from her lips and probably been heard by half the town! As soon as it left her lips the relief had been so good! Ophelia hadn’t been able to stop once her belch had begun until it was completely finished by it’s own volition. Ophelia gulped in shame as she could see her dreaded curse right in front of her, white gas hanging in the air like a monument to her gluttony and her curse! Ophelia ran through the white fog made by her lips, ignoring the delicious smell of Alyssum, a flower said to herald victory and greatness. But what was great about an heiress belching louder than a Bard could sing!?
Many of the people in Dairfall heard the strange loud noise, those nearby in their houses and those in the Market heard a deep throaty roar from what must have been a beast near the young Lord’s house! Ophelia quickly panicked as she turned left at the farm and before her, she could see more and more people exiting their homes or coming from the markets. Five, ten, thirteen, seventeen, was everyone from this shitty village going to come see her shame!?
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Back at the Keep, Kallani and her brother had been welcomed and had the carts placed inside. Though it took up quite a bit of room, there was more than enough space for them, even though they were currently in the stables surrounded by horses, a half-moon elf named Y’niss, a few of the Orc men who had led them there, and Mr. Berring himself.
“Please forgive me for not having an adequate space to house you both. I mean no offense by having you in the stables, it is just the most-” Mr. Berring began, but Kallani cut him off.
“No offense taken sir! We understand completely. Centaurs are larger demihumans, and while we may not take up as much room as an Arachne or Lamia, we are heavy and normal beds can’t suffice. Trust me, speaking unprofessionally. We have received much worse treatment.” Kallani said with a natural smile. Mr. Berring nodded.
“I see. I take it to have been fools who knew not the might of the Belise family, nor the common graces to treat someone with respect. You are Centaurs not Oni or Wylens or others with less control.” Mr. Berring said politely. Kallani failed to enlighten him that there actually was an Oni in the employ of the Belise Company, but she understood the sentiment. While there were some who thought Centaurs were as foolish and easily tamed as a horse, some of the stereotypes of their race held true, and the same could be said for the Oni under the Belise. While he did not go berserk and attack his fellows as it was feared Oni did, Kallani had seen for herself he had a fair bit of ferocity when out in the field and it could be a bit scary if you did not know him beforehand. Though Wylens, Kallani could not agree more. She couldn’t imagine how Wylens and Doblins were subtypes of Goblins with how different they were.
“Of course. We of the Belise pride ourselves on not being as tempestuous as the average Centaur Tribe. And you and your people have already shown us more kindness than the last village we visited. I fear they will be stuck without our services for a fair bit, and it serves them right haha.” Kallani laughed as the largest Orc assisted her, his name being Sogor as she had just learned. Kallani and the group were all smiles, except for Kayle who looked as white as a wraith. Kallani cocked her head as her brother’s reaction was far more than his usual cowardliness. Something was wrong.
“Kayle?” Kallani trotted to her brother and spoke his name. Kayle didn’t respond, instead his tail was swishing anxiously left and right, and his right ear was backwards while the left twisted this way and that. (Oh shit. Oh shit he’s panicking. That only means one thing. The Boss had [Message]’d him. Oh fuck us is Lady Ophelia all right!?]
“Excuse me, everyone, forgive my rudeness but can we have a moment of privacy? Something has come up.” Kallani said with a bit of sternness to her voice. Everyone was surprised though at Mr. Berring’s nod they all left, Mr. Berring noticing Kayle’s ears just like Kallani had, his expertise with horses and experience with Centaurs let him know something was afoot. After a few moments, it was just them and the horses in the large stables of the Keep. After another few seconds, Kayle bowed to the air as if his life depended on it before frantically turning to his sister. Nearly hitting her in the side with his rear as his hooves stomped the ground anxiously.
“Sister! Lord Belise is furious. He found out we aren’t with Ophelia and her affliction has kicked in! Oh by the Strider what do we do!? I knew we should have brought trotting bags for the princess! We’re dead we’re dead I-“
“Fuck! Okay shut up and double-check there’s any in the carts. Surely we brought one at least! Fuck me why did her Grasp have to kick in now!? It’s as obstinate as she is!” Kallani hurried over and reared up, planting her front hooves on the edge of the cart. It would have pissed off the smiths to see this, but she could care less right now! Scanning Lady Ophelia’s cart she saw reserve food, a few weapons, a few bags of silver, medicine, a map of the nearby region, and a few magic scrolls. Shit, they really did forget the Trotting Bags!
“Oh gods they aren’t in my cart. Sister what do we do!? If the Lady’s secret gets out Lord Belise might actually kill us!” Kayle almost neighed in fear as he stomped in place. Looking to his sister to fix the situation.
“Relax you idiot he wouldn’t kill us! Look after the Carts, I’ll speak to Mr. Berring and go find the princess as fast as I can. Shiiit!” Kallani wanted to smack herself as she quickly backed up and turned around, her hooves stomping down the dirt and straw as exited the holding area and found Mr. Berring and his secretary patiently waiting by the entrance to the rest of the Keep.
“Is everything all right Miss Kallani?” Mr. Berring said hastily. Worrying that his business and the future of the town may be in jeopardy.
“An urgent matter has come up. I need to know where the Lord’s house is and meet up with Lady Ophelia.” Kallani said, her tail flickering with nerves as she huffed. (Why did her Grasp kick in now!? Fuck I knew I should have been with her for the meeting. How long has it been since it began? Did she eat lunch at the Lord’s? Oh please Great Strider don’t let the princess bury the Lord’s house in shit! Even if Lord Belise doesn’t kill us everyone else will. I can already see Rahan’s bow drawing at me!)
“Ah we are a fair bit from the Lord’s house. You need to go straight from here through the market, then a right when you see Henry’s farm, then a left past Miss. Fairfeel’s house, a large white house with a bell at the top. Then it’s just straight down the stony path to the Lord’s Gates. Is there anything I can do to help? Surely if the situation is dire I can be of assistance?” Mr. Berring explained quickly.
“Okay, thanks! And it’s private- wait. Do you have any empty thick sacks and some rope?”
“I- yes we have several. Y’niss, tell Sogor to grab them, do hurry.” The beautiful, pink-skinned half-elf dashed away with a refined pep in her step as Kallani mentally tried to remember how to make a trotting bag… shit at this point she may as well just hold it to the Princess’ ass and let her blow if she finds her before it’s too late! “My employees will bring it to you in a second. May I ask why you need them?” Mr. Berring was deeply curious but didn’t want to risk straining their relationship in any way. The remark that the previous town was forbidden from their services hung in his head like a burning sign.
“Sorry. Private again. And thank you very much. Tell Kayle how much the rope costs and we will pay for it immediately. And one more time, please. The directions?” Kallani needed to memorize it as her anxiety rose. Her ears and tail flickering left and right. A minute later, Kallani was sprinting at full speed with five empty straw sacks and several lengths of rope held tight to her chest. She could tie it later, she needed to find the-
UUUURROOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOORRRRPPPPP!
Kallani nearly skidded as her ears picked up a faint roar, only she’d heard this roar a few times before. The princess had just let out one of her mighty belches. Meaning the Herringal’s Grasp was well underway and her condition was only getting more hyper by the minute! (Okay it wasn’t as long as I feared. There’s still time for these bags to work if I find her. I’m coming princess!) Kallani kicked back into full speed, feeling dreadfully slow even as she sprinted past a few citizens, too worried to care about appearances. Though many of them just saw a beautiful centauress with pretty clothes dashing in the wind and wondered if there was a festival occurring.
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END WIP
Comments
J
And they’re trying to use inadequate replacement bags too, for shame.
Chimera134
They always do. They always do. That's why Kayle and Kallani aren't her usual attendants!
Chimera134
Still Ooooone part away from the main goodness I'd say. But glad you have been loving it so far! Hope the worldbuilding enjoyed
J
Hate it when the servants forget critical things at home. Sadge.
Jcaxlive
This one's getting to the real good part. The desperate attempt to hold everything in while it keeps slipping out is great! The next part should be potential main event (or the one after that depending) and I can't wait!
