Sidestory Riverstone. Part 6 (Building Breaker Tier) (Patreon)

Sidestory Riverstone. Part 6.

Siln stretched her arms and sighed, a morning stretch of epic proportions in the summer sun, like a cat recovering from a long nap, yawning as her joints popped and her fingers and toes splayed. Wonderful.

Her limbs flopped back down, coming to a rest on the great mass that was her belly, a huge taut green sphere seven feet across, a mass that dwarfed her body and fully supported her. Big.

She was the largest and most preggers of her tribe and first to sample of the goddess, the great she-stallion, the one true breeder, and that meant with all the males of their tribe dead that she was obviously the chieftain, the boss, the big gobbo in charge of everyone else.

Her toes curled and she moaned softly, her thighs clenching up as the goblin between her legs circled her tongue around her stiff clit and up her labia, dipping between her soft pink folds to lap at her inner walls.

"Hnnfff, yass! go harder!"

The goblin tending her nethers took hold of her thighs and pushed deeper, burying her face in swollen pussy and enthusiastically digging around with her tongue knowing from long experience where the best inner points to strike were and stimulating them into a rising climax.

Siln gasped as her vision lit up with firecrackers, her body going stiff as she was driven up and over an orgasmic peak.

With a bellowed moan she came and her juices exploded around the oral giving goblin's mouth, washing over her skin and rolling down her neck to bead on her chest.

Siln went limp as the goblin pulled back from between her legs.

The oral giving goblin had an unusually long tongue hanging from her open panting mouth, one that reached well past her chin, perhaps not surprising considering her talent. Being boss meant that she got perks. Grizzabelle, the goblin girl giving her the most expert of oral being one of them.

Siln peeked over her milky breasts to find the rest of her tribe looking at her and panting, their fingers reaching over their backs as best they could to masturbate as they watched.

They were reaching over their backs because every last one of them apart from Grizzabelle was massively gravid with pregnant belly, each of them resting on their throne-like bodies, a circle of goblin girls surrounding her and staring much like a pack of wolves at a piece of meat.

That was the problem with being immobilised by belly while at the same time being extremely hormonally horny, if there was no one around to help satisfy that itch there wasn't much you could do about it.

Out of the entire tribe there was only one single goblin girl left who was completely mobile, Grizzabelle, the one who had given oral to the wizard gnome when the horsey goddess had ravaged them, the only one of the fifty or so goblin girls who the centaur had not massively impregnated.

Grizzabelle had definitely minded not getting ravaged by the goddess and had been in a glum state for days afterwards. But then as the others swelled and became unable to take care of their own needs she found herself being begged to eat pussy.

She had taken to her new craft like a fish to water, becoming astonishingly good at tongue fucking, a master of the art as she spent all day going from girl after girl in the tribe, orally servicing them and fulfilling their horny needs.

Of course one single girl to service fifty was never going to be enough and despite her best efforts she was always in demand. Things might have descended into all out war over who had access to her tongue if Siln hadn't stepped in, taking Grizzabelle for herself as boss gob and keeping the others in line with oral reward.

"Grizzabelle, go scratch some itches," she mumbled and the audience of goblin girls began crying out, begging for Grizzabelle to attend them.

Siln watched them trapped atop their bellies, flailing around in desperation. Some had the wherewithal to be harnessed up and they whipped at their boar steeds, the boars groaning and hauling at the leather straps attached to their carrying sleds, dragging them forward to accost Grizzabelle.

Siln sipped from her drink as she did so, the milk wetting her lips.

Finding that only dregs remained she lowered it to her breast and began massaging and rolling her fingers across the green surface, starting from the halfway then pushing down toward the nipple, squeezing and tugging.

Soon she got the results she desired and a gush of milk rushed into the cup.

She followed it up with her other breasts for the sake of balance and lifted her now full cup to her lips, happily gulping the fluid down.

All the goblins had of course taken to drinking of their own supply, it would be stupid not to really. Whatever they had become they were still monsters and monsters did not let anything go to waste as a matter of survival and principal.

She tossed the empty cup aside with a sigh, a little white on her chin. There was stuff to be done as always and she couldn't laze around all day.

"Being boss gob is way too much like hard work," she grumbled.

She snapped her own reins and her own white haired boar snorted and began hauling, hooves slipping against the dirt as it dragged her through the crowd of goblin girls. The girls ignored her of course, now completely focused on Grizabelle already sending one of them into screaming ecstasy with her masterful tongue play.

Their camp had grown a lot since the goddess had impregnated them all. That was partly because each goblin now required her own individual private tent as they were unable to fit many gobs in one single tent, but also because they had acquired so much loot from their conquests that they needed extra storage tents just for that.

They had crushed all other tribes of monsters in the local area, quite literally crushed.

A weak little goblin wasn't much of a threat to any monster, but a massive very heavy preggers goblin on a huge sled hurtling towards a foe at great speed?

Well, any monster that tried to stop one of her tribe mates quickly found themselves run over, not even bands of adventurers had been able to hold up under her tribe's full charge! She had fond memories of racing through the dark and into a band's camp, seeing the horrified faces of the sleepy adventurers in their sleeping bags as so many green masses exploded out of the forest and charged them down in a night ambush.

In fact she was sure very little could stop them at this point, they had discovered in effect the superiority of heavy cavalry over infantry. Speed, mobility, and incredible destructiveness.

They were now a wealthy goblin tribe, one that had conquered or scared away most everything in the forest. Monsters and animals and adventurers and caravans all feared to tread on their vast territory now and never even came close to trespassing anymore.

…Which was kind of a problem as that meant there wasn't very much left to eat, and a group of continually growing pregnant goblins ate rather a lot, not to mention the sheer number of goblins to be birthed, they would be like a plague of locusts!

Something clearly needed to be done.

As she watched a pair of hugely rounded goblin girls broke from the tree line, their sleds carrying them back to camp, hauled by the heaving sweating boars harnessed up front.

"Birdbane," she said, acknowledging the faster of the two, the one with a bow and quiver resting on her belly ready to be used.

"Siln, it's her, we saw-" said the slower one excitedly.

"We saw one like us but even bigger, an otterkin who was extremely preggers and fat with milk. surely one further along than us," said Birdbane coming to a stop in front of Siln. "The goddess must have bred her just like us."

"How large? How large was she so we know how large we shall become."

Birdbane hesitated then pointed to a nearby tree about half way up.

"Very big, I think if we are to become that big we will need many more boars and bigger sleds to move our great big bodies boss."

Siln nibbled on a fingernail. While the idea of becoming bigger and more pregnant was appealing the fact remained that there were certain difficulties with mobility. The only reason they had managed to prepare the sleds was because they hadn't been so massively pregnant when they had put them together. But now, now it would be difficult if not impossible to build bigger sleds, only Gizzabelle could actually do the work but Gizzabelle had important tongue fucking duties she couldn't be distrcted from.

"That is… a challenge we will need to overcome, but maybe it doesn't matter. If we can conquer the town of Riverstone then we can enslave the populace that we don't eat or feed to our young. Town dwellers are clever with their hands, they can surely build us carts and bigger sleds."

Birdbane nodded, their boss was very smart.

"But now knowing this will soon become a problem as we won't stop growing I am no longer willing to wait until we are too heavy to move. We're invading. Now."

The two smiled fiercely in answer to that. Soon their food pots would be full and they would be the warlords behind the town walls, a capitol for their great gobbo territory.

Birdbane lifted a curled ivory horn that was hanging off her great belly and pressed it to her hips, blowing a series of long calls.

Behind them a cry of excitement went up, and one cry of utter frustration as Grizzabelle pulled her head from between a girl's legs prematurely.

In minutes the tribe were off, charging across the field toward the forest and then through it, a battalion of cavalry, completely and utterly unstoppable. A fallen log was in Siln's path and her boar simply jumped it as her belly obliterated it behind, the wood shattering under her pregnancy. The goblins had quickly discovered the invincibility of the eggs they held inside themselves and their bellies' great potential as incredibly powerful bludgeoning instruments.

Tree trunks flashed by until they came to a skidding stop just before the forest edge. Here was the hard part. The space between the town walls and the forest was flat and empty with zero cover, a great danger for large targets such as themselves as any arrow would likely hit home. A lethal prospect.

Fortunately Siln had planned well ahead, her time before she became too pregnant to move under her own power spent driving the other goblins to work and work and work.

She reached out and grabbed hold of a piece of foliage, pulling it back to reveal a wooden structure.

The other golbin girls helped, pulling and tugging aside the camouflage that they could reach, gradually freeing the thing that they had built alongside the sleds.

Towering wooden walls, arrow slits, wheels, a great siege machine came into view from the forest coverage, a structure that pierced the canopy over head.

Siln smiled. yes this would do, the towns folk would have no idea what was about to hit them, no idea what was coming from them.

As she watched boars were herded from their pens in the forest, dozens of them, and harnessed to the front of the great machine.

Siln let the preparation continue as she rode forward and peeked from the treeline at the town's walls. She had picked this position after careful observation; few guards came along this spot as it was so far from the city gates, neglected and ripe for invasion.

Only one guard stood upon the walls, a great long bow held in arm. He yawned into his hand and blearily looked over the grassy expanse before the wall, barely paying attention.

Perfect.

"Birdbane, signal the charge."

Birdbane once more lifted the horn to her lips, releasing several quieter horn blasts commanding the goblin girls to form ranks before the forest edge. Then as Siln's hand fell a much much louder true horn blast.

Siln watched as the guard on the wall startled at the sound, and then they were riding forth, fifty goblin girls exploding from the treeline with a roar and charging toward the town walls.

In the middle of the line of girls the trees collapsed revealing a great wooden thing the size of a building, dozens and dozens of boars squealing as they pulled against their harnesses, making it jerk forward, its wooden wheels being made to roll faster then faster.

The guard's mouth flopped open and his eyes bugged out of his head as he watched this strange charge, a line of boars and some green spheres and a moving tower.

He scrabbled for his own horn, grabbing for it in a panic, the thing slipping between his fingers and nearly falling before he raised it to his lips and tried to blow a call.

Birdbane raised her bow and fired, a perfectly aimed arrow hitting home, going straight through his horn and halfway out the other side. The guard stared at his skewered horn in horror, then nearly fell on his ass at the sound of out of control boars crashed up against the wall, a chorus of pained squeals going up.

He rushed forward, drawing his sword, one guard against fifty pregnant goblins. Not sure what he was expecting he peered over the edge of the wall seeing the tower stopped just before the wall below, seeing down inside for the first time, the internal fortifications of a siege tower.

Except it wasn't a siege tower, not really, it was a giant ramp with its front enclosed within walls and as he neared a white boar ran up the ramp, jumped from its lip, and leapt squealing high over his head.

A wooden sled crashed into his face a half second later.

The guard dropped like a sack of potatoes, instantly rendered unconscious as his head brutally collided with wood and Siln gained huge air, her jump arcing up over the town wall and down into the town, her sled coming down on the cobbled street with a boom before bouncing feet into the air, near rolling over as she hauled on the reins, the boar squealing, turning, drifting the sled as she arrested her huge inertia.

She hadn't even stopped before boom after boom rained down behind her, a continual stream of goblin girl sleds crashing down to the stone below. Many failed to control their descent properly and crashed hard up against the building opposite, many were sent rolling and tumbling, their strapped on sleds flipping over top of them. The squeals of panicking boars and the swearing and shouting of upended goblins filled the air.

To Siln's dismay it was complete chaos. While she had accounteed for most things her tribes complete incompetence at landing a jump was not one of them.

At last the rain of out of control gobbos came to a stop and she found herself looking over a sea of rounded groaning green flesh.

"Well shit, you all suck at this."

Grizzabelle waved at her from where she was perched atop an overturned goblin girl.

"Think we might be in a bit of trouble boss. We're proper fucked if the guards come along while we're like this!"

"She's right, that didn't go quite as well as our practice suggested," said Birdbane, one of the few to make a perfect landing.

Siln sighed. Being boss gob was truly such a pain.

"Fine, it's fine, the reason this part of town is deserted," she waved vaguely at the building the goblin girls had crashed into. "Is because it's all warehouses. If we can get out of sight we should have time to recover and fix some of the damage."

The girls slowly sorted themselves out. A number of the sleds were trashed and there was a struggle as Grizzabelle had to reattach ropes from stray boars directly to the goblins themselves and have them dragged, belly against the ground, into the warehouse that Siln had opened up.

But at last it was done. A chaotic crash landing had turned into a warehouse full of goblin girls licking their wounds and fixing their sleds, or alternatively devouring the warehouse's stored food.

"You think we'll be found like this boss," murmured Birdbane looking over the goblin girl cavalry slowly regrouping and forming up.

"Maybe, Maybe not. If anyone comes in shoot an arrow through their eye socket yeah?"

"What about that guard guy we left on the wall?"

"Do you think anyone will believe him when he says fifty gobbos flew over his head?"

Birdbane shrugged. "Still a risk. There's the ramp we left too."

"You can go back and kill him if you wish, but we won't be here long. We are inside the town, we have pierced the walls meant to keep out monsters." She grinned fiercely and held up her fist, fingers gripped white knuckle. "This town is already mine."