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Sidestory Riverstone. Part 1.

This story is set somewhere around the time Fey is in Bine.

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The diminutive otterkin pulled the knife from his belt and hesitantly placed it against the grime-covered surface. Then he began to scrape.

At first he had trouble clearing the caked on dirt off, years worth of muck and mud and moss having been repeatedly dried and compressed made it difficult to remove. But then he got the technique down and it rapidly flaked away, the half rotted wood gradually being revealed beneath.

He scraped faster and the revealed portion grew from inches to feet across, soon he had a large swathe cleared, letters carved into the wood becoming visible.

He stopped once it was just about readable and climbed to his feet to get a better view.

“... The Town Of Riverstone…”

“Huh. Guess you were right. Why do you think they left their town sign fallen down and overgrown like this?”

“Well they aren't otterkins like us for starters, non-otterkins have trouble being sensible and tend to be really lazy too.”

“Oh? Lazy like the kind of lazy that got us into trouble with the tribe? Lazy enough we made our arranged brides do everything while we played cards all day?” murmured Barry.

“That- that's different! Don't say such absurd things!”

“Are you actually going to deny it Doderic? After everything? You shouldn't let her hear you if you are,” said Percy, the otterkin on his other side.

“Hear what? What are you talking about?” came a voice behind the three otterkins standing around the fallen sign. As one they turned away from each other, awkwardly pretending to have not been talking.

“Well?” came the voice.

“Uh, n-nothing Hope, we were simply cleaning the sign, it’s as I said, this appears to be the town you wanted to be taken to, the town that centaur most likely travelled to after uhm…”

“After she ravished me and opened my eyes,” said Hope cheerfully.

Doderic scowled. “Yes, that.”

He managed to bring himself to look at his now ex-wife, not without a little difficulty, she was… different.

In the past he had been a few inches taller than her, but now, now she was far above the ground, not on her feet of course, but balanced on her vast pregnancy, her taut smooth belly swooping down in clean curves, a massive dome that placed her high in the air, more considering that she was in a cart, or rather balanced on top of it, her belly did not fit even in the slightest and leaned far out to either side, a sphere easily twelve foot across and filling most of the road.

Only the fact that she was incredibly tightly filled, her belly taut and unyielding with growing spawn, prevented her flesh from spilling down ether side of the cart.

The cart itself had been specially built by otterkin craft-otters to carry her, reinforced with steel all over and supported by six heavy wheels also reinforced with steel. It was clearly capable of supporting an incredible amount of weight.

Doderic had noticed signs it was starting to struggle under her however, she just kept growing! Larger and larger, every day he would wake up to find her belly had surged out another few inches in the night, the uncountable offspring inside of her massing larger, her belly becoming firmer to the touch as she was stretched around her own womb.

It wasn’t just the vastness of her belly that was different, her breasts too had been growing, swelling and becoming more milky day by day, turgid with the sheer pressure of so much milk held inside.

They had of course considered this too when designing the cart.

As he watched the transparent silks lying over her enormous breasts trembled and fluttered, the flesh beneath rippling as the huge glass nozzles attached to each nipple suddenly bucked and suckled, her angry pink nipples visible through the glass squirting white in long powerful sprays. The milk the nozzles pumped out was then quickly drawn down into the clear rubber tubes attached at the base of each nozzle.

Doderic followed the white fluid rushing down the clear tubes, down and around her body, down to the large barrels that had been attached to either side of the cart, six on each side. The sound of milk spraying against the inside of the front two barrels and splashing noisily against the milk already there filled the air.

These were the last two barrels. The other ten had already been entirely filled to the brim with her milk. Even with himself and the other two male otterkins guzzling the milk for breakfast lunch and dinner they hadn't been able to stem the tide. At first he had hoped they could keep up with her production, but as she grew larger and larger her productivity simply became too much, vastly outstripping them, even when she had ordered them to chug gallons of herself and their stomachs had rounded with milk it hadn't been enough.

They were either going to have to sell her excessive production in this so called town of Riverstone or pour it away. There was simply no room left for it anymore.

Hope let out a little sigh and a shiver of relief as the immense pressure in her milky breasts was momentarily relieved, the magically powered nozzles slowing in their suckling.

The otterkin was clearly extremely comfortable in her present situation despite her size, her body was surrounded with luxurious pillows, one of which she had propped her elbow up on, hand resting on cheek, a tiara of small pink flowers atop her now long brown hair that sprawled casually over her back, otter tail lazily lolling across a thigh. To her side and resting on her belly were various boxes of chocolates and candies which she occasionally picked from.

The only clothing she wore was slips of incredibly fine and expensive silks, coloured fabric that lightly lay over her rear and torso, hiding little as her body could quite clearly be seen through the semi transparent cloth. Everything was on display, thick thighs, fat leaky pussy, globular rear, and of course her immense breasts which the silks barely covered, just reaching to her nipples and the nozzles attached to them.

The three males had been forced to sew the silk things larger as she grew, and soon she would outgrow them once more leaving those mug sized nipples free to the air.

The silky material was light and airy, but that was okay, the summer sun beat down warming her vast body and lending her a healthy tan.

Hope revelled in it.

In fact, she loved all of it, being massive, exposed, her every need tended to, all eyes on her.

Truly events had caused the otterkin girl some serious self discovery.

Barry passed him by and wandered over to the six massive and muscular carthorses harnesses ahead of her cart, the powerful beasts were needed just to pull the sheer weight that was Hope, and these days that was barely enough, the poor things exhausted by the time the sun was setting at the end of each day.

The male otterkin took hold of a reign on the lead horse and flapped it, commanding them to walk. The carthorses whinnied and then began to move, their hooves sliding on the road, her vast inertia resisting their efforts, their powerful legs straining, muscles bulging. It seemed like she would remain where she was, simply too heavy, but then the cart reluctantly rolled into motion.

Doderic sighed in resignation and followed after them.

Perhaps they would find the centaur in town and this madcap quest would come to an end.

Why he and the two other husbands of the Slippery Otter Inn had become what amounted to stewards of Hope’s massive body was the fault of the otterkin tribe, or more specifically, otterkin tribe law.

After the Fey Event, and many following arguments, they had been called back to the tribe, their divorce and judgement to be ruled on in a court of law.

He, Barry, and Percy had been confident that they would crush the female otterkins in the courtroom, then supremely confident when Lily and Kayla had decided to separate from Hope with her agreement, leaving the sole responsibility and burden entirely on Hope’s shoulders.

It was basically a certainty that the law would destroy her, she and Kayla and Lily had been the ones who were unfaithful, the male’s mismanagement of the Slippery Otter Inn would only be a footnote.

So confident were they that on the journey back to the tribe they had discussed without stop how they would be using the girls once they had been forced by a judge back under their power, of all the things they would make them do and do to them as punishment for their unfaithfulness, property did not disrespect its owner, that made no sense! The girls would be firmly put back under their thumbs, Kayla and Lily could run but they wouldn’t be able to hide once they had the law on their side.

Hope had listened to them talk in silence the entire long journey back to the tribe, not even a word when they regularly spat in her food or tripped her when she walked by.

Then, once they arrived at the secluded tribe’s settlement she had set to work.

Doderic hadn’t noticed at first, simply drinking and celebrating his return to the tribe with friends and family, but then as the days passed by and he hadn't seen Hope once he started to wonder.

Asking around he soon found out what the cause of her disappearance was. The otterkin had walked into the tribe library the moment she had arrived and hadn't left even once.

Curious. The stupid girl was clearly resorting to desperate measures.

Pleased that he had managed to rattle her he returned to drinking and partying.

Then the date of their court appointment had arrived and they had all assembled in the vast tribe hall, galleries and benches filled with over a thousand otterkins. Otterkins took the law very seriously.

Things had gone extremely badly for Hope at first, the three males wailed and bawled of the girls infidelity, being cheated on by salacious evil, the betrayal, the depravity. The gallery had grumbled with displeasure, glaring down at the lone Hope who hadn't even taken on legal council.

She was clearly doomed.

But then she had produced a stack of books taller than she was, dumping it down on her table with an audience silencing thud.

She had then turned to the judge and begun to read from a sheet of paper.

It was easy to tell things were starting to go wrong from the very first sentence, a statement of ancient otterkin law which had caused the judge long pause, examination of documents, and then reluctant agreement that what she stated was cold hard truth.

There was a subclause kept in their particular contracted marriage agreement, not one they had added themselves because it was a standard arranged marriage contract, a standard arranged marriage contract centuries old, otterkins were traditionalists after all.

A standard arranged marriage contract that had not been examined closely in a very very very long time.

It was a simple concept really, each abuse of the spouse acted as a multiplier on the original dowry when divorce was triggered.

She opened the first book, her handwriting clear on the pages within, and then she stated the first abuse, a casual body blow given for failing to give Doderic satisfactory oral sex.

The audience sat stunned.

Then the crystal she held high in one hand had flashed blue.

Where she had gotten it none of them knew, there were none of such an object in their settlement. But that didn't stop the judge from accepting her word as truth as he knew what it was from his adventuring days. The crystal confirmed what she said as fact. When he had said as much the gallery had practically exploded, shouting and yelling and screams of outrage filling the hall with a deafening wall of sound.

The thing about otterkins was that they had one golden rule embedded in their culture: Otterkins looked out for each other, being smol and weak in a terrifyingly big world made it an imperative, they held this belief above all else.

It was so deeply ingrained into otterkin culture that there hadn't been a single act of bodily harm between two otterkins in two hundred and thirty seven years.

Not just physical abuse, emotional and marital abuse were unheard of too, not seen in living memory. It just went beyond what they grew up knowing, why would you harm your own? Your team? Otterkins had a hard enough time surviving in this world, harming the team was a betrayal of every otterkin everywhere!

The rest of the day was spent walking through every single last incident, every verbal and psychological abuse, every intimidation and threat, every nonchalant shove or slap, every hour of forced labour until their hands were cracked or bleeding as the husbands laughed at them and drank, then making them sexually pleasure them while not reciprocating even in the slightest, treating the girls as objects incapable of being sexual themselves, just mindless tools for masturbation.

Hope recited all of it, everything throughout all three of their marriages, all perfectly recalled due to her near perfect memory.

There was a reason Kayla and Lily had left things in Hope’s hands.

By the end of it the audience were looking at the three males in horror, somehow moved from disgust for the girl’s infidelity to complete and total understanding in the face of these monsters in otterkin skin.

But even worse for them than that was the total sum they then owed to her under the law. They had expected to take her for all she had, but somehow the reverse had happened, they owed her hundreds of times more than what she owed them in the divorce proceedings due to the shocking number of individual abusive incidents recalled multiplied by the original large dowry. And since it was an arranged marriage that meant it came down on their respective family estates.

Hope was now the owner of every last inch of their extended family's lands, and every last thing on that land, every object and every building, everything they had squirrelled away in any city bank, it all belonged to her now, and they were still in debt to her for more. She had essentially become their Lord, a Lord able to make them homeless and destitute at a whim.

Her victory was complete and absolutely devastating.

Doderic had returned to his family to find them utterly livid with him, none of them had had any idea of their mistreatment of the otterkin girls, he hadn't told them anything and they had fully backed the divorce.

And for it they had lost everything.

In the dark of night he had crept out, cloaked and hooded he had snuck through the settlement.

There was only one thing to do really, he curled his fist tight and approached Hope’s family estate, sneaking toward her bedroom.

Of course the other two were already there. Already planning to do what he had intended, that is, begging Hope not to make their families homeless.

She had looked down at them, belly already looking nine months pregnant and ready to pop.

Then she had rolled her eyes and said she would think about it. They were her subjects now in effect to do with as she liked, but really she just wanted to go after Fey, a difficult journey that she would require help with.

Then she had smiled like a predator cornering its prey. A shiver had run up Doderic’s spine seeing that and he realised then and there that she had changed.

She had made them into her servants, stewards of her growing pregnancy, existing solely to service her body, like ants tending their queen, a last payment for what they had put her through.

Doderic would never admit it out loud... but he was secretly relieved. They had essentially become hated pariahs to their tribe and families, avoiding that had a certain appeal, and her willing it was their only escape otherwise they would be forced to remain in the settlement for fear of angering her.

He eyed the front gates of the town they were approaching, the so called Riverstone. This was a place full of non-otterkins, a bad place, a place where crime happened on every corner and most people lived on the streets dying every other minute from disease and hunger. Basically hell. He’d heard enough dire stories from his aunts.

“Oh don't look like you're about to shit your pants Doderic, you're my servant remember? You’re supposed to make me look good!”

“It’s not my fault you want us to go into that filthy hell hole riddled with crime, poverty, and disease. We're liable to die in there at the drop of a hat!”

Hope paused, a candied chocolate lifted half way to her lips.

“You think what now?”

“You don't know? You foo-”

Hope narrowed her eyes and he flinched back, cowering low to the ground.

“I m-m-mispoke, p-please don't do anything r-rash. Wh-what I meant to say was that it's well known that non-otterkin towns are terrible places, places that otterkins go into and never come out of, never come out of because they are dead! We are casually walking into a place of depravity and murder and-

Hope couldn't hold it in any longer and she snorted with laughter.

Doderic looked up at her mouth hanging open, completely caught off guard.

At last Hope managed to speak. “Oh, oh no, I understand what happened.”

“What are you talking about?! Stop looking down on me!”

“I’m not, this is entirely of your own making Doderic. You part owned an inn, but the thing is, you never actually spoke or chatted with any of the guests, you gave that job to myself Lily and Kayla along with everything else to do so you never found out, you never heard that it's all bullshit, fear mongering by the elders to make the young cautious, to stop them running off and getting themselves killed not knowing how weak otterkins are compared to other species.”

Doderic stared at her. “Why would I talk with the scruffy traders and dirty woodspeople we had stay?”

She shook her head in wonder.

“Maybe because you part owned the inn Doders? Cultivating customers was part of the job… look never mind that, just understand that it’s not really true, sometimes rough yes, but not what your chattering aunts told you.”

Doderic eyed her, trying to judge if this was some kind of sneaky revenge. But unable to see a lie he turned away.

The answer was simple really. He would see for himself, well, it wasn't like he could go against Hope’s orders to go in anyway... He ran ahead of the six carthorses free from the woodline and was soon approaching the gates of Riverstone.

A rotund human merchant wearing puffy black and gold embroidered clothing was talking to the gate guard, his back turned to them, a cart piled tall with merchandise at his side.

His body language indicated his confusion when the guard he was talking to dropped his spear, the wood clattering to the cobble, the guard’s face going pale as a sheet.

“Excuse me! Excuse me! You, guard person, tell me how many murders have occurred within this town since sunrise.”

The merchant blinked and turned to see a tiny otterkin standing in the middle of the road, his hands on his hips, glaring defiantly. His eyes were quickly drawn beyond the otterkin however as a shadow loomed over him. The merchant’s eyes widened as he saw the six massive carthorses, then wider still as his gaze came across the vast dome of smooth skin that took up most of the road behind them.

“Burn my beard, what in the name of Excalivania’s sweet tits is that thing?”

“I'm not a thing, I’m Hope, and this is all little old me.”

“L-Little?!” choked out the merchant.

The guard drew his sword.

“Smuggling slime monsters into town is strictly forbidden!”

The otterkins and the merchant all blinked at this statement.

“...Slime monsters?” said Doderic tilting his head.

“YES! Slime monsters smuggled in her, p-pussy!”

“I… have no idea what you are talking about.”

“IT HAPPENS OKAY!” shrieked the guard his sword swaying wildly, face flushed in distress

“Are you quite okay? You seem a little distressed sir.”

“Okay!? You w-w-eren’t there, you d-don't know, the battle of the floating gnome, naked women flying everywhere, crazed innkeepers biting and clawing, endless puddles of white stuff, tripping over a naked women… falling face first into…” the guard started retching, valiantly trying not to throw up.

The rotund merchant plucked a bottle of amber from his cart and swiftly flicked off the cap. He forced it into the guard's hand and then lifted it to his mouth. The guard drank, then chugged, desperately gulping down the liquor.

At last he pulled away, half the bottle gone.

“My my, such trauma, truly it must have been a terrifying battle to the death.”

“It got in my mouth and I swallowed it!” wailed the guard.

“There there,” said the merchant patting the guard on the shoulder. “It's all in the past now.”

Doderic stared at the guard who appeared to be on the verge of tears.

“...See! See! I bloody told you! This town is a living nightmare hell hole of death and horror! We are all going to die if we go in there!”

The rotund merchant turned hearing that.

“Ah, you're one of those, such sheltered lives you otterkins live.”

“Shut up! This is all, this is all insanely dangerous, we- we can't be here! Hope, we have to go back, say the word and we’ll turn around and leave! It doesn't have to be this way!”

“A bad case it appears. Little otterkin do you really think that a small town such as this could economically function with people dropping like flies? The town would be depopulated in a matter of weeks.”

“Th-there’s new people coming in all the time to replace them, from the countryside, or something!”

Barry scratched his cheek. “I don't know Dods, some of those stories of your aunts are kinda hard to believe.”

Doderic threw his hands up in the air in disgust. “Didn't you hear the guard? This shit hole is a death pit!”

The guard wiped his eyes and seemed to recover somewhat. “We ah, pride ourselves on our job sir, this town isn't known for being uh, violent.”

Doderic threw his arms up in the air again, this time more emphatically, clearly outraged at the lie but failing to find words strong enough he stalked away to tend to the horses.

The merchant watched him go and his eyes caught sight of the barrels attached to the side of the sturdy cart. His brow rose as he traced the clear tubes emerging from the front barrels up around the otterkin’s vast domed belly and to the silks draped over a pair of enormous breasts, barely covering them. As he watched the nozzles attached to her teats bucked and a gush of milk went roaring down the clear tubes and noisily sprayed into the barrels.

“I have not seen the like since I toured a cowkin dairy, how remarkable, how unbelievably... productive.”

“Productive?” said Hope gazing down at him from atop her belly.

Yes, quite, if you have produced those barrels in the last few months then that is on par with an artisanal dairy, I have to wonder of the quality.”

“Uh, months? This is the last five days… and most of it is from the last three, at the rate I'm growing I’ll probably be producing this much in less than a day soon.”

The merchant stumbled and nearly fell hearing that.

“I s-see, that is, ah, q-quite unexpected,” he took a moment to compose himself, producing a handkerchief and dabbing at his forehead. “If I may, I would like to extend an invite to you for, ah, dinner? Yes, a nice meal to chit chat about some potential business?”

Hope perked up. “Well, I needed to sell this stuff because I’ve got no room left to store it. I'm open to talking.”

“Excellent! Come come, come inside, we must find you something more comfortable than a cart, no business partner of mine shall lack for comfort!”

“Uh, sir, I don't think  it would be a good idea to let her-”

The merchant rounded on the guard.

“Do you have any idea who I am? How many people I employ in this two bit town?”

“I uh-”

“Do you want the mayor knocking on your door, demanding to know why I have left and taken my businesses with me?!”

“H-hold on, that's- y-you can't do that!”

“I can and I will. Do not test me.”

The merchant glanced down at the bottle of amber still clutched in the guard’s hand.”

“Or I will charge you for what you just drank. I primarily market that particular item to nobility to give you an idea of its value.”

The guard paled and quickly shoved the bottle back into his hands.

“Godsdammit, fine, but you will take responsibility for her.”

“Of course!” smiled the merchant who was already waving Hope forward.

The carthorses neighed and hauled at the reinforced cart as Barry and Percy encouraged them into motion, their massive hooves slid against the cobbles sending up sparks as their metal shodding scraped stone until finally the enormous weight they pulled started to roll.

Hope entered through the town gates. Although not without a little difficulty, her silks were dragged off her back as her body pressed against the ceiling of the huge gatehouse, barely managing to fit through.

Her muffled cries of distress became suddenly audible as she popped free on the other side, belly rippling wildly.

A small crowd had formed, faces staring up at her agog.

Hope hurriedly rearranged her silks, covering her nakedness, sort of.

“Uh, h-hi?”

The crowd threw their hands in the air and cheered.

Entertainment had returned.

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Back on the other side of the gatehouse a pair of yellow eyes watched as the otterkin rolled inside, eyes camouflaged in the treeline away from the walls.

“She’s like us,” murmured the owner of the eyes.

Beside her a goblin girl like herself murmured her agreement.

“Does this change things Birdbane?”

“No, of course not. We need food for our growing spawn, and that means attacking and taking the town and then cooking and eating everyone in it, duh.”

The goblin girl smiled showing her sharp little teeth.

Then she lifted her reins and snapped them. The sled she was strapped to began to shift, the huge monster boar harnessed to it squealing and pulling.

The foliage parted, leaves and branches snapping and breaking as her vast belly was moved, disappearing back into the dark forest.