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Sidestory Riverstone. Part 9.

Siln narrowed her eyes at Birdbane, unsure if she had just heard her correctly.

"There's a… what? In our new territory?"

Birdbane scratched her pointed green ear. "A tentacle monster of some kind. It's not like anything I've seen in the forest before. Looks dangerous. I stopped the others from going near, but it's blocking the way up ahead so we won't be able to take any more buildings."

Siln considered this. Birdbane was a good gobbo, much more serious and professional than most gobs… and more competent, she wasn't just an excellent shot with her bow. If she thought this was a problem then it was something that Siln needed to see to herself as chief of the tribe.

After a little more consideration she reached out for the reins of her sled. Gently flicking them the great white furred boar that was harnessed to it stirred from its nap curled up on the stone floor of the warehouse.

The sled began to move as the boar strained at the harness.

Her hugely pregnant seven foot wide belly wobbled with the motion, but was irresistibly taken along with the sled, the wooden skis grinding against the flagstone floor as she was moved.

She didn't have to look to know Birdbane was following behind, her black furred boar not even needing a signal to know to follow.

Like that Siln slowly moved, the boar trotting along and pulling its passenger through the great warehouse that they had made their forward operating base in their campaign to conquer the town of Riverstone.

Things had gone surprisingly well. Shockingly even. The people within this town were weak, used to being protected by adventurers or great enchanted walls and guards. Once confronted by a monster they practically shit themselves in fear, blanching in terror as her tribe descended upon them.

Then again, even most monsters or adventurers weren't particularly happy to find a great big boar hurtling toward them with a huge mass of pregnancy dragged behind them.

Any who thought to resist were swiftly crushed. Literally. The resisting town dweller literally driven over the top of, first by a boar crashing into them and knocking them to the ground, and then by the great weight of the sled behind.

Safe to say that the town dwellers they came across gave up any and all resistance after that, that is if they were still conscious.

She eyed her tribe as she slowly passed. A general taking stock of her army.

The fifty or so goblin girls were set out in neat rows either side of her path, a wide space between each, their enormous bellies resting on their sleds. They had looted jewellery, necklaces and earrings from the town, and clothing, of a sort, fine silks that fluttered over them, finding any real clothing that could fit in their current gravid state was nearly impossible. (With the exception of Grizzabelle who had acquired a quite fetching pair of brown short shorts and a well fitted blouse.)

Each of them had also acquired halberds when they had discovered a warehouse full of weapons, a stock apparently belonging to a merchant who armed legionnaires. The halberds were well made with polished steel, the spike above the axe head a needle point, and the axe blade itself a wicked curve.

In effect, her cavalry had become an even more formidable force.

Each of them were tended to by lots of quite miserable looking townsfolk that they had captured and collared. The sleds had all been repaired since their disastrous entry to the town, or even upgraded in some cases, better supporting the weight of the pregnant girl on top, or reinforced to be that much stronger. The townsfolk were quite skilled.

Her cavalry had acquired squires.

Taking and enslaving the townsfolk had been an easy decision to make in retrospect. While a gobbo tribe might normally slaughter the travellers they waylaid in the forest, her gobbo tribe was not like other gobbo tribes. More specifically, they had a small problem. That is, they had slowly been becoming more and more pregnant, trapped by their own gravid bodies. None of them could reach anywhere close to the ground anymore, which meant they needed help with everything, cleaning, clothing, food, water.

For the longest time that had been the sole responsibility of Grizzabelle, the only goblin to not have been massively impregnated by the she-stallion goddess.

She could be seen running around between the pregnant goblins giving instructions to the enslaved townsfolk on how to tend to and care for their assigned pregnant goblin. She seemed to enjoy lording it over them a bit too much in Siln's opinion, but nevertheless, the extra hands were an immense help, and Siln was pleased to see her army looking spick and span, the smooth green skin of their taut bellies shining with clean, the wood of their sled's polished to a gleam, and the boars fed and washed.

Her Riders were a formidable force to look upon, perfect for conquering a town like this.

She gestured to the last dozen in the row as she passed, snapping out a hand and beckoning.

"You lot with me. We've got trouble."

The gobbo girls nodded smartly and reached for their reins, the napping boars stirring to life, rising from the warehouse floor to pull the sleds.

Their tenders followed behind, a trail of female squire's trotting after their mounted knights… except the knights were extremely pregnant goblins riding sleds pulled by boars. Still, Siln felt it was close enough, her gobbos were as good as any knight anyway. As they left Grizzabelle scrambled up onto Birdbane's sled, coming along for the ride.

They passed out the back of the warehouse, through a doorway that had been widened specially for them, and into an alley, crowding the small place with their width. Birdbane took the lead here, with Siln just behind, a string of green spheres behind her like beads on a necklace followed behind, and behind that, the increasingly concerned squires.

They passed by another open warehouse and Siln glanced inside to see a huddle of townsfolk being collared by other already collared townsfolk, a pair of her goblins watching them carefully as they worked.

Siln nodded in satisfaction. Yes, things were going very well. She wasn't sure how many people this town contained but they had already captured large portions of this warehousey area and-

A scream echoed over the rooftops, followed by what sounded like a moan.

Siln frowned.

"What was that?"

Birdbane glanced behind. "Dunno. But We keep hearing stuff like that echoing from a distance. Sometimes screaming, sometimes moaning. Something strange is happening in this town boss… it's… kind of spooky."

Siln's frown deepened. "The townsfolk can't know we are here, and the walls still exist. It's not like any other monsters can get into the town."

Birdbane seemed to consider this. "But that doesn't explain the tentacle monster." She nodded to her right. "Speaking of. Here we are."

They turned from the alley and through a double doors of a warehouse that gave plenty of room to follow inside. Siln followed, a strange sense of foreboding coming over her.

Things were going so well, almost too well, which was concerning. She kept getting the feeling that a squadron of high level adventurers, or a gathering of town guards, or something like that, would come across them and everything would go wrong. Yet nothing had. It was almost like something else was distracting all those who might truly fight them in this town.

Behind her the string of goblin girls filtered in as Siln's sled slowly came to a stop.

It was quite obvious what it was that has alarmed Birdbane, and what had caused her to come fetch Siln

The warehouse was empty apart from a few scattered empty boxes, that is, apart from the back, where the floor seemed to have collapsed into some kind of large sinkhole.

Rising from the sink hole were hundreds of green vines.

Siln stared. A plant?

But then, tentacle monster was still an apt description, these lime green vines were perfectly smooth and glossy, the ends rounded, only the occasional leaf near the base of each indicating their leafy nature.

What was more unsettling however was the way they were flexing. Hundreds of the vines had spread from the sinkhole, flowing out through the windows, pushing up through the roof, and every single one of them was in motion, rippling with movement, as though the out of view ends were driving against or into something.

Many also seemed to be acting as transportation for some kind of fluid. As Siln watched subtle bulges flowed through these tentacles and down into the sinkhole. It was like they were drawing in some kind of fluid from somewhere and pumping it down into the earth.

Very strange.

"What the hell is that?" mumbled Grizzabelle, hopping down from Birdbane's sled.

"A monster, obviously," said Siln.

This was bad news. There was another monster attacking the town, but it hadn't come over or through the walls like them, no, it had burrowed up from underground!

She hadn't even known that was a possibility!

Clearly something needed to be done, this was her town to conquer,..

She gripped her halberd tight as anger rose in her chest, searing outrage that bloomed and filled her core.

This could not be allowed.

"I will not have my new town attacked by some shitty tentacle monster! All of you on me! Charge!"

The group charged forward as one, boars snorting and roaring, the sleds clattering across the flagstone. The dozen made a hard turn and then came in, side on to the sinkhole, halberds extended, with a cry they struck out, slashing and cutting at the mass of tentacles.

The halberd blades sliced apart the tentacles, hundreds cut as the ends flopping down limp as they made a passing charge, the mass half collapsing even as Birdbane shot arrow after arrow into the mass.

"Back!" cried Siln, calling her gobbo knights back. The squad drew away, watching warily as the tentacles thrashed into the air like mad things, some of them squirting what appeared to be… milk?

Then Siln's eyes widened as those that had been cut touched and then merged with their severed parts, the damage undone in a moment. Tentacle vines became one as new growth pulsed through the mass, each vine thickening even more as more and more new tentacles boiled up from the sinkhole, snaking across the ground as they sought out their attackers.

"Wh-what the hell is this thing?!" cried Siln as she looked upon the rapidly increasing number of tentacles. "How are we supposed to destroy it!?"

"Fire. Fire may be the answer if the blade is not," said Birdbane, her bow gripped tight, visibly unsettled that their efforts had done so little.

Siln turned on her, "Do you have fire? I don't exactly have a campfire in my fucking pocket Bane, that is if I even had pockets!"

Birdbane, looking a little annoyed, blew air out her nose.

"So we just need to retreat for now, come back with a weapon that can actually harm the thing."

"Uhm, slight problem with that," spoke up Grizzabelle from where she stood behind them.

Siln turned and her brow rose in alarm to see that tentacles weren't just emerging from the sinkhole. A number could be seen in the street, and then more as the door of the warehouse across broke open, a tidal wave of tentacles pouring out, slipping and sliding over each other in a tumble as they rolled across the cobble.

The goblins drew back warily, looking with wide eyes as more and more tentacles snaked up toward the doorway, filling the bottom part and fighting to fit, almost eager to get at them.

Strangely the squires weren't quite as wary as the goblins, in fact they seemed almost happy to see the tentacles.

One of them, a stout looking woman, turned to Grizzabelle standing nearby.

"We are all going to die in here because those tentacles are terrible super dangerous monsters that can rip a person in half. But there is still one way out of this for you goblins, our… knights," she said, the last word almost spat out, "Allow us to sacrifice ourselves, distracting the tentacles while you escape."

Siln considered this. Well if they were willing to do it, perhaps they considered it a better fate than becoming squires for life, which was kind of understandable.

In any case there was no time to think, the tentacles were coming at them from every side!

"Fine! Go! GO!"

The squires, who were all suspiciously very pleased about this, all turned and ran at the tentacles, practically flinging themselves into their clutches, all while throwing off their clothes, one girl hopping along on one foot as she jumped out of her panties and tossed them aside, making a gleeful sound as she literally threw herself half naked upon them.

But Siln had little time to think of the strange behaviour of the squires as the goblin girls were charging toward the door at full pelt, the boars racing, leaping into the air and landing on top of the bundled tentacles clustered at the bottom of the doorway, then bursting free into daylight, the sleds coming after, riding overtop the tentacles.

Siln's sled bounced off the alley wall as they executed a skidding turn into the alley, goblins streaming from the doorway in a line one after the other and racing down the alleyway, fleeing the tentacles that thrashed angrily at being ridden on.

A corner, another, a dead end, and then Siln was smashing down the decrepit door of another warehouse, slowing in the open space inside as her riders followed behind, each of them readying halberds as they turned to face the door, expecting the swarm of tentacles to follow.

Silence.

And then the sound of running feet, bare soles slap-slapping on cobble.

Grizzabelle rushed inside, stumbling to a halt and putting her hands on her knees as she panted for breath.

And then, following after her, came…

Nothing.

Siln and bane stared at the open doorway, panting heavily, a beam of sunlight pouring through the gap, birds tweeting outside, and not a tentacle in sight.

It seemed they had simply been ignored.

"Y-You could have freaking waited for me you know!" said Grizzabelle, as she stumbled over and leant against one of the girls, trying to catch her breath.

"What was that monster…" mumbled Siln.

"A problem no doubt," said Birdbane, voice serious.

"Our squires are gone, sacrificed, and we did not even damage the thing. This is a disaster!" snapped Siln. "It's a little more than a problem!"

She slapped her belly for emphasis and shook her halberd in the air.

The other girls grumbled and murmured at this, eyes glancing between the door and their agitated chief who was pacing back and forth angrily, or at least that was what she was making her boar do since she couldn't do it herself.

"I need a solution to this irritating problem," she said, chewing on a fingernail as she 'paced'.

"I- I don't know hnff, if it's that much of a problem boss, hnn, I mean those squires seemed quite, h-happy to leap into the tentacles, and then much much happier," said Grizzabelle. She had moved to be near the back of the group, almost out of view, the furthest spot from the doorway and near the darker parts of the warehouse. "I know, I saw everything."

"No, this is a huge issue. I can't take this town with another monster competing for it. No... We— we shall gather materials to make a fire, and then we shall burn down that warehouse and all the others nearby warehouses. I want that thing to be ash and cinders!"

"I-I'm not sure th-that's such a good idea," replied Grizzabelle, her breath coming in gasps, "I mean, those tentacles were pretty passive, they didn't seem to want to attack, but if we s-start doing that, oh god, then we- we might h-have a real fight!"

Siln scratched her chin in thought. This was certainly a large thorn in the side of her plans, a competition to take the town between monsters would be very destructive, and there was a very real chance she could lose some of her gobbos to the seemingly invincible tentacles. Maybe there was an alternative approach?

"...Our tribe has made peace with other monster tribes in the past, could we not make some sort of agreement with this tentacle monster, partition the town maybe?" said Birdbane.

Siln considered this. "How though, it's literally just tentacles, we don't even know if this monster has a brain."

"Hnf, I g-get the feeling that th-the tentacles, ooohhh!, Have some kind of thoughtfulness b-behind them!" squeaked Grizzabelle.

Siln wrinkled her nose. She wasn't sure which idea she disliked more, that the tentacle might be mindless, or that there was some sharp intellect behind them.

"I still think we should burn them down," she muttered.

"I- I am increasingly against that idea— oh my she-stallion goddess this—!" gasped Grizzabelle.

Siln finally lost her patience with the noisy goblin.

"Why in boar bollocks are you making all that noise Griz-"

She froze mid turn, her eyes coming across Grizzabelle. The goblin girl had one hand rested against a pregnant belly as she struggled to remain upright. Her knees were pointed inward and shaking wildly as rivulets of her juice rolled down her legs.

No less than three of the vine tentacles were pumping in and out of her shorts, thrusting up under the hem in enthusiastic pumping motions.

There was a moment of silence as their eyes locked, unable to look away, all while the tentacles continued to pump.

Siln's eye twitched, and then, when Grizzabelle openly moaned, she snapped.

"WHAT THE FUCK GRIZZ!?!"

"H-Hey it's not my fault you lot left me behind! I saw everything! And, well, the squires seemed to be enjoying themselves a lot! And, uhm, it looked kinda nice, okay!?"

The tentacles increased their pace of thrusting and Grizzabelle's eyelids fluttered as a lusty moan escaped her mouth.

Siln stared bloody daggers. "What? So yo unjust noticed some tentacles in the shadows here and decided to try it for yourself?"

"W-Well, yes? Hnff! Do you know how little satisfaction I get when everyone else is just demanding I tongue fuck them all the time! I have needs too! Ooh deeper!"

"I did not order this!" cried Siln, practically spitting with anger. "This is fraternisation with the enemy!"

"Fraternisation th-that feels really furking gewdddd!" keened Grizzabelle as the tentacles accelerated to an even greater speed, slam fucking into her hips so hard that she was being rammed up against the massive pregnancy.

The girl she was leaning on was trying to lean down to see, her brow rising with great interest.

She wasn't the only one, all the other girls were looking at Grizzabelle with an almost jealous hunger, and to Siln's growing dismay she realised she might have a serious problem here.

That was the thing about being trapped upon enormous pregnancies while being hormonal and horny with no one able to pleasure one another. It made for a lot of very unsatisfied girls… and Grizzabelle was looking like she was in the middle of being very very satisfied.

"Don't you lot even begin to think about doing the same!" she bellowed as their eyes were drawn magnetically to Grizzabelle's hips.

"But what if it's a nice tentacle monster?" said one.

"And, I mean, the tentacles do seem to know what they are doing… just look at her!"

"I need my pussy filled okay!? Do you realise how rarely I get a turn with Grizz's tongue! It's not fair!"

Siln looked around, her lips slightly parted.

"Are you betraying me for this- this—!"

"AhN! F-Fuck it's sooo deeep!!" cried Grizzabelle, turning and placing both palms against the belly as she tried to keep her composure, and failed, her legs wobbling wildly as a gush of her juices streamed from her soaked shorts to splatter on the flagstones below.

"Stop that! I demand you stop being tentacled this instant!" squawked an increasingly angry Siln.

"Its n-not b-betrayal boss- ahn! Wh-when it feels this GOOD!! AAIIIIIIIEEEE!!!" screamed Grizzabelle as the tentacles slammed to the base, lifting her hips up into the air, legs dangling, feet shaking uncontrollably as she squirted, fluid spraying through the soaked cloth and splashing up the pregnancy before her.

Grizzabelle's eyes rolled up in her head as she came her brains out, her copious juices trickling between her splayed toes dangling below,

She screamed again as the tentacles shuddered and stiffened, clearly unloading something deep within her.

and then, as the tentacles continued to unload, to Siln's astonishment, Grizzabelle started to change.

The first clue was the sound coming from her shorts, the sound of cloth under extreme strain, and Siln realised what had been tight fitting short shorts just a little before, were now so tightly fitting that her flesh was muffin topping around the top and bottom, the tentacles squeezed in tight.

And then, with a ripping sound the cloth began to tear. Slashes appearing across the brown cloth, green flesh poking through as her hips massively expanded, and then all in a rush, her shorts shredded from around her hips, falling around her dangling legs, leaving only her panties, only appearing as lines across her as her soft flesh spilled around them.

It was impressive her panties were holding on really, that is until they snapped, falling around her still growing hips.

But all eyes were distracted from this as a button burst from her blouse, pinging off the taut dome of the pregnant belly before her, her breasts swelling from her chest, spilling from her blouse over top, cleavage expanding as another button pinged free, sending her chest wobbling like jelly.

"OH GAWWD!!" cried Grizzabelle as her breasts swelled and swelled, her blouse slowly losing the battle to contain her now massive breasts until just like her shorts they failed all at once, buttons spraying into the air as her teats spilled free, slapping up against the pregnant belly as they sprayed milk wildly, white shooting up over green, still growing, pressing up against the pregnant belly, filling the space between Grizzabelle's arms, pushing them apart as milk gushed from her stiff nipples.

As the tentacles slowed in their pumping she eased back down to the ground.

The goblin was changed. She had become what could arguably be called a short stack, a very very thick short stack with hugely thick thighs and broad hips, her breasts simply enormous, hanging far over her stomach and as taut with milk as the pregnant belly in front of her was with eggs, the surface smooth and hard, a few veins seen as her nipples desperate tried and failed to expel the sheer amount of milk she was producing.

The group of goblin girls all stared as one, every single one of their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

Siln licked her lip.

"Okay, I changed my mind. I'm open to making some kind of alliance with the tentacle monster.