Sidestory Riverstone. Part 2 (Building Breaker Tier) (Patreon)

Sidestory Riverstone. Part 2.

Solomon gave the small red lizard a polite smile as she held out his prescription of various pills. Most were good for simple soul wellbeing but others were simply vitamins. A healthy body helped make for a healthy soul after all.

The lizard scratched at his neck frills then snatched the paper bag from her, opening it and looking at the contents suspiciously.

“This is the stuff? All of it?”

“Er, yes,” said Solomon, feeling slightly bemused. The pills weren't anything out of the ordinary, even the soul pills, but the lizard seemed to think he’d acquired gold.

“And the addition? the extra special pill I asked for?”

“I assure you it is there, it will enhance your reptilian scales and make them a little more fire resistant and numb to heat.”

“Hmmmmmmm. Good.”

He quickly stuffed the bag in his short’s pocket then gave Solomon her own suspicious look.

“I know you know, don't think I don't know!”

Solomon tilted her head. Did he recognise that she was a different green than normal? Or that there were smooth vines dangling from the hem of her leafy short shorts leading away from her body down into a trapdoor behind the counter?

“Don't pretend you don't know! I heard it from the Innkeepers guild my self, you went and- and did something with that fire obsessed oppressor elf at the Slime’s Bane Inn! And then when you came out you- you were enormous! And- and- your ch-chest! Was m-much bigger! Gi-Gigantic!” The lizard struggled to get the last of his words out, his eyes drifting down to the dryad's leafery cupped breasts, large but not as he described.

The dryad blinked at him. “My chest was-? are you perving on me? Is this some kind of reptilian manner of flirting that I do not understand?”

“F-Flirting?!” shrieked the lizard, “No! I’m just repeating what I h-heard what-”

“But do I Iook any different than normal? If what they said was true then surely I would look like how they said yes?”

The lizard opened his mouth to reply but found he didn't have an answer for that, the dryad did look as she normally did, her normal five foot six attractive beauty, albeit with more spring green skin and what looked like young unbloomed white flowers in her green hair.

“W-well it could still be true that you visited that elf, just not that other stuff!”

“You would be incorrect. I held no such out of office meeting with a client, that's not something I do unless in exceptional circumstance.”

The diminutive lizard clamped his lips in a thin line and eyed her carefully. But finding that the plant woman was giving nothing away he about-faced and quickly stalked out the shop, shop bell ringing as he passed before the door slammed shut behind him.

Solomon let out a weary sigh. What an annoying customer, she couldn't say she blamed Ellaria for having been rubbed the wrong way by him.

Humming to herself she cleared the counter, putting pills and potions and implements in various draws and running a dust cloth over surfaces.

The frilled lizard had been the last of her appointments for the day, now she had other things to attend to, much much more important things.

Finishing up by locking the front door with a large iron key, and giving one last check over her stock of the many soul effective substances, she turned to the back of the shop.

The half dozen wrist-thick, glossy smooth, and spring green vine-tentacles that dangled from her leafy short shorts to the ground below moved with her motions, coiling across the floor like living snakes, moving in a thoughtful way to avoid impeding her.

The wooden trapdoor that the vines emerged from had been specially grown and moulded to have vine shaped slots around the edge allowing the vines to smoothly pass through up into the shop unimpeded.

Bending down Solomon took hold of the trapdoor and with a grunt lifted it, setting it against the wall with a bang and freeing the vines.

A waft of steam and heat rose into the shop as the trapdoor opened and the dryad waved it away, muttering about condensation problems.

Glancing back at the front door as though to assure herself it was properly shut and locked she began to descend the ladder down into the ground, closing the trapdoor behind herself and flicking her fingers at it. The wood the trapdoor was made from grew into the floorboards disguising it and sealing it off.

There was very little chance she would be followed.

The walls around her were at first stone, but that swiftly changed within the first few feet, the masonry giving way to leaves and vines, fungi and bark just visible amongst the greenery.

As she went lower the temperature only increased, the air becoming thick with mist like a sauna, like a jungle.

Once she’d gone down some distance, further than just a basement, she reached the bottom and she lightly stepped down on soft spring grass.

The space she found herself in was small, dark and cramped.

“Ah, I really should give this place a trim...”

She waved a hand vaguely in front of her and the plants retracted over the exit they had obscured.

A long hallway over a dozen feet high was revealed, its walls covered with leaves, the ground with spring grass, the air heated and steaming, glowing fungus set along the walls lighting the way.

She stepped into it and paced down the long greenery-filled hallway, a jungle tunnel in effect, the warm steamy air billowing around her.

The peculiar place was peaceable, but as she turned a corner the air was suddenly rent with a scream.

The Dryad hummed as she passed by an enormous wooden door twelve feet high. Dozens of twelve-inch thick tentacle vines emerged from the leafy walls in the hallway, coiling through the grass and up where they plugged into a series of circular holes in the door.

All of them were thrashing excitedly as the screaming grew higher.

“MOAR MOARRR TENTTACLLESSSS!” squealed a feminine voice from behind the door, audible above the ScHLoCK sHLOk SChLOcK of many many tentacles pistoning over and over into sloppy orifices.

Solomon hummed happily and lightly skipped by the huge door.

She passed by another door, this one likewise had tentacles inserted through a series of circular holes in its surface, a wet schlucking coming from within as she moaning and wailing occupant was serviced, her howling reaching a crescendo as Solomon casually flicked her fingers at the vines and hundreds of bumps rolled up their surface and into the door.

“Produce for me my little customer,” she hummed, pleased, already moving on.

Door after door passed by on either side as hallway after hallway was traversed.

Some doors were very small with small tentacles inserted in them, some large, and some huge. The sheer number of doors was the most shocking part. The hallways split as the dryad walked, again and again hallways could be seen going into the distance, then splitting further, their walls lined with door after door. Hundreds, possibly thousands of doors were riddled throughout the vast underground complex, the air wherever she went a chorus of feminine moaning and wailing, the reason as to why the air was so heated made apparent.

A crowd of flushed and sweat soaked girls passed her by as she skipped through the grass, their motions unsteady, legs like jelly, clutching at each other for support as they stepped, clothes askew and sweaty hair stuck to reddened faces.

A large breasted black-eared wolfkin who was taking up the rear stumbled and nearly fell as she passed and Solomon paused.

“Is everything okay? It can be hard for me to judge quite how much mammals can handle at times.”

The wolf giving gave her a weak look, her knees pointing inward so that they were nearly touching, her legs barely keeping her upright.

“T-too much?” she panted, “No! Gods, no! Why do you think I- everyone! can't stop coming back to this damned place! There isn't a single woman who is not coming down through the hidden entrances as soon as they have a free moment to get their minds fucking blown! I- that slime monster was something, but this place, it’s just something else! It’s like a secret freaking paradise!”

The wolfkin shivered as the last gushing word left her.

“Ah, you were one of the first I approached then, one of those that sampled the slime monster and were made curious of the delights that tentacles can bring.”

The wolfkin clumsily wiped at the sweat on her face.

“Yes, that was me, it didn't take long once word started to spread for this place to blow up though, shit as much as a quarter of the women in town-

“Actually I believe it is closer to eighty-three percent of the women in Riverstone who are currently taking advantage of my services. As more people pass into town each day that number only increases, especially as women who come to his town are then reluctant to leave. The population of Riverstone is currently twelve percent larger than normal due to this effect.”

The wolfkin stared at her, her mouth hanging slack.

“Th-that’s basically the whole town! And a secret like that hasn't gotten out to the men?”

“It appears not. Mammals apparently feel a little shame for deriving such pleasure from my services and have so far managed to keep silent about where it is they are sneaking off to for a session. It also helps that the entrances to my tunnels only grow and appear when a female in need is nearby. If there is no door to come down here then there is simply nothing for the males of this town to discover, a plank floor will appear simply as a plank floor and not a trapdoor, a tree as a tree without an entrance and so on.

“I... see. I did wonder why our group was in talks with another group to time it so we wouldn't be missed, but I guess if everyone is coming down here there would need to be…uh, scheduling, gods how big of an operation is this?!”

Solomon tapped her chin in thought. “Hmm, quite large at this point, there are over fifteen thousand women in Riverstone after all. I am aware that there are various tentacle enthusiast clubs working quite hard to ensure this all remains a secret.”

“Fift-” the wolfkin looked liked she just swallowed an egg and struggled to form words. “Th-That's a lot, and they’re- gods, the males walking about town have no idea that there are thousands of women getting absolutely reamed with tentacles right below their feet?”

The wolfkin looked a little unsteady at the thought and had to grasp at a convenient vine tentacle that had appeared from the wall looking to support her.

“Quite. Would you want anything special for next time?”

The wolfkin looked at her blankly, taking a moment to process that she meant her own recent session.

She licked her lips and swallowed. More of that? Well, what harm could it be since everyone else seemed to be doing it?

“Uhm, w-well there was these huge nubbed swirling tentacles, and then there was this one that latched onto my cli- my private parts and then it did this thing where it sucked and shook really fast!”

“Vibration, yes. Okay, I will see to it that is tripled and combined internally and externally.”

The wolfkin looked like the dryad’s words were speaking to something close to her heart and she nodded, eyes shimmering as her imagination took hold, just what would next time be like if this time had left her like this? She blushed just to think of it!

Solomon left the dazed looking woman in her wake as she continued on into the endless hallways and by the staggering number of doors. It was all new of course, none of these tunnels had existed prior to her meeting Fey, she had made them all herself for her various uses... and it had been easy. It wasn’t just her abilities as a Soulomancer that had grown after taking in Fey’s semen but her abilities as a dryad too, grown rather a lot.

She was getting closer to the centre of the maze of hallways now and she passed by a group of girls splitting up and entering into a row of doors down a hall’s walls. As the doors closed shut behind them massive rounded vine tentacles slipped from where they were hidden in the walls and slid like snakes through the grass and up into circular holes in each door.

Soon the air was filled with fresh feminine shrieks and giggles as the tentacles went to work.

Solomon couldn't help but shiver a little as their fluids were absorbed into her network, although that was as nothing to the last door of the complex.

She passed by it on her way, the hallway opening up on one side into a huge cavern, the thick double door at the far end of it all of forty-foot tall, looking like the entrance to a city and capable of repelling a siege. Although it could barely be seen beneath the mass of huge writhing tentacles that were plugged into it, eagerly pumping in and out.

The sounds coming from within beggared belief.

“YESH! Ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods,” Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! “-Fucking fuck mee hArDeR!!! moAR MOARRRR! STRETCHMEEEEIIIIIEE!!!!!! AIGGHGH!!!” SCHLUUURK! "OooooOOOHHHH!!" *shlorp* "OOHhh fuuUCK!" SCHLORK! SKLAK! SLRTCH! “OH g-godS! There’s shoo manyyyyIIIEEEEEEEE!!”

The sounds rose from a feminine scream into a feline shriek as the tentacles continued to pump and piston at the vast door.

Solomon shivered and felt herself grow wet at what she was doing to the room’s one occupant. She was… a very productive client.

At last, she managed to pull herself away from the vast door and continued onward until, finally, she came to a much more reasonable door, a door that was hole-less and normal sized, if still very thick.

She gestured at it and the door grew down into the ground allowing her to step over. She took the vines that descended from her leaf made short shorts and removed them from a groove in the wall that allowed them passage through when the door was closed, a piece of wood growing to fill the spot back in.

The door rose up quickly once she did so and the endless wailing screams that echoed down the steamy heated corridors were abruptly cut off and silenced. She checked it was sealed then turned to the next and final door.

Collecting herself she flicked her fingers and the door descended and summery light poured through, an expansive cave revealed. This cave was lit by glowing white flowers which dotted the ceiling and the grassy flowery floor, azure butterflies fluttering through the air, the air light and fragrant. It was an idyllic glade, but underground.

The long grass was scattered here and there with different fruits, everything from melons to peaches to oranges, all hanging from various vines and small trees. The unusual thing about this was that many of them were… extremely large, the largest, a strawberry, was the size of a hay cart.

This was clearly the dryad’s true laboratory.

She stepped around the giant strawberry and neared the very centre of the cave where the grass stopped and a circular pit started, a pit that seemed to have no bottom, its depths cast in darkness, an endless void.

The tentacles that dangled from beneath her leafy shorts seemed to have their root source in the pit, disappearing from sight into the blackness, the other end of them unseen.

“Gods, could you have taken any longer?”

The dryad paused as she was looking over the bottomless pit and turned to see an area set out a distance away from everything else, separated from view of the pit by a number of fruit trees.

She rounded a giant melon and entered the clearing of shorter grass which was strewn with pillows and silks. There a pregnant fairy lay in a nest of pillows, around her a dozen glossy tentacle vines tended her, some holding out a book from a stack of many for her to read, others holding trays of drinks or boxes of chocolates or freshly plucked strawberries.

The nest was quite large, because the fairy was quite large. Her belly over five foot across which with her eight inches of height was an absolutely staggering size difference.

“Hello Petal, how are you feeling today.”

The fairy made a strained face. “As best as I can feel considering I’m stuck down here unable to move with how ridiculously pregnant I am.”

“Yes, considering how the church tried to deal with the gnome it is probably in your best interest, do you want the church to find and execute you? They are extremely active in Riverstone as of late. How are you going to explain the several hundred or so eggs and their individual souls growing within you? There is no such thing as cross-species breeding after all, fairies do not lay eggs, let alone hundreds.”

Petal huffed then with a sigh slumped over her vast belly, tiny legs and arms stretching over the dome of drum tight skin, face buried in her massive breasts.

“I just want my life back! And not- not this scary church stuff!” came the muffled voice of the fairy.

“Are you sure about that? You did seem quite keen on your young, something I understand is normal for mammals.”

The fairy turned her head and glared at her. “Well they are my brood so I still want them, of course, but I want my life back because how else am I going to feed so many mouths! That absolute asshole Mage Alger fired me when I was just half this size just because I couldn't move! And hey, guess what? That meant I couldn't pay rent!”

“Yes, that is how I found you, in the middle of being rolled out of your apartment. I do not think you would have done well on the streets as a fairy Petal.”

The fairy grumbled. “Yeah, well, it’s hard out there for fairies, always has been. Are you ready to try what you said?”

“Hmm, maybe, there are… things I do not understand.”

“Well hurry up and understand them then!” said Petal grabbing a large chocolate from one of the vine tentacles. The chocolate was the size of her head but that didn't stop her from burying her face in it and taking huge bites. Solomon waited patiently for the fairy to finish, eyeing with amusement her chocolate covered mouth.

A vine with a napkin moved in and wiped at her chin before the fairy batted it away.

“No more waiting! I’m sick of being stuck down here terrified that the church is going to come and get me!”

Solomon made a comforting smile then nodded.

“Very well, I can… accelerate my tests.”

The Dryad turned and raised her hands, a large wooden desk abruptly boiled out of the grass, oak trimmed with ornate carvings of various flowers and leaves. Several vine tentacles rose up behind it and placed a few metal devices on the newly created surface.

Solomon stepped up to the desk and plucked a stubby syringe full of softly glowing green liquid from it as one of the tentacles lowered a purple grapefruit down.

“The trouble has been extracting my, well, true sap.” She lifted the syringe and examined it. “My study before the Fey incident was focused around that, no Dryad is able to extract and use their true sap, at least not without extreme difficulty.”

“What? I don't want some silly soulomancer dryad nonsense, just fix this!”

“Ah, but this will, watch.”

The dryad lifted the syringe and placed the tip against her arm, and then with a quick motion the green glowing liquid was ejected into her, gone in an instant.

The dryad gasped and shivered, shuddering violently as her body spasmed. The vines that led up into her leafy short shorts spasmed too, ripples sent rolling down their lengths, ripples that disappeared into the pit.

“What- what did you just do?”

“It might be a little complex to explain to a non-soulomancer, but essentially I am now able to access my true sap whereas I was not able to before.”

“..Okay and why do I care about this? Some weird sap isn't going to help me!”

Solomon looked at her then back at the desk where the eggplant was. She lifted her hand and after a moment her index finger wiggled then changed form, becoming a glossy vine tentacle. The tentacle snaked down toward the eggplant where it stopped. Then the dryad made a strained face, eyes closing tight as her forehead wrinkled, a choked grunt escaping her lips.

After a few awkward seconds of this she finally opened her eyes and let out a gasp, a shiver running up her body.

A single white drop slipped from the tip of the tentacle and landed on the eggplant.

The drop was immediately absorbed into the eggplant which let out a creak and then began to swell, growing larger, its surface building as it expanded. The eggplant doubled then tripled in size before it stopped.

The pair looked at the eggplant in silence.

“I'm sure It’s very nice Solomon but I don't really want an eggplant, and-” she gestured around at the huge number of large fruits around them, “You can make fruit big anyway! Who cares!”

Solomon tapped at the eggplant with a finger as she examined it under a magnifying glass.

“I’m sure it appears the same, but it’s not really. A dryad is naturally able to control and grow plant matter, plant fibre, wood, roots, fruits, vegetables, leaves, anything that is like that, but, the thing is, no Dryad is able to affect flesh even slightly despite them having organic similarities, we are strictly limited to flora and not fauna.”

“...Are you saying you’ve made yourself into some kind of flesh dryad?!”

Solomon paused. “No, not quite, I have nothing like the control I do over plants, I can only push my true sap into a being and that as you can see only with difficulty, it does not come out easily. It is Crude but...” she turned to Petal, looking over her for a moment, “This would horrify my kind. I wouldn't have done this but for being exiled by the Dryad elders… They are a jealous kind and they did not like what Fey’s semen did to me, my bountiful exuberant growth, my abundance of life, they saw me as having stolen my wealth. But that isn't important now, what the elders think no longer matters to me. This I suspect will… accelerate your pregnancy, and make your body more… motherly, because it is in effect pure distilled motherhood.”

“How much more accelerate?”

“I suspect You will give birth either later today or tomorrow if we go through with it.”

“That’s - that's very fast and sudden, wow,” said the suddenly uncertain fairy.

“Is that a yes?”

“Uhm...Yes? I think so? I know what the church is like, the sooner I can not be filled with souls and in their sights for an execution the better, so- so do it!”

“Very well.”

The dryad stepped closer to Petal, her hand moving to her front then sliding downward, descending to her loins. The leafery hiding her hips from view pulled back into her skin exposing her nakedness, the tentacles she had walked from the shop with revealed as entering the base of her back, like a tail.

“Er,” said Petal wondering what was the dryad was planning.

Solomons’s fingers caressed her mons, then down until she found her clitoral hood. She fingered it, rubbing in circles, then, after a moment, gently squeezed it between index and thumb, slowly freeing her nub of a clit, stiff and erect.

It didn't remain as it was however, its stiffness increasing as it pushed further free from her hood, swelling, then continuing to grow outward, becoming massively thicker and lengthening, huge veins forming along it as it throbbed, her hand encircling the growing shaft as it expanded. At first, her thumb and fingers touched around it, but then, as the penis grew in girth, it parted her hand, spreading her hold until she needed both hands to grasp it.

Petal’s eyes grew very round as the heavy human like cock pulsed larger and larger, passing ten inches then twelve then fourteen, extending outward until it was starting to dip down under its own weight, it passed eighteen inches and didn't show signs of stopping, the massive head creating a growing shadow over the fairy’s belly, veins at the base becoming pinky thick as it passed twenty two inches then began at last to slow.

The very tip of the dick lightly brushed against Petal’s belly as it reached its full massive length of a little over twenty four inches, gently throbbing and twitching.

“What the hell is that!” squeaked Petal.