Sidestory Riverstone. Part 8 (Building Breaker Tier) (Patreon)

Sidestory Riverstone. Part 8.

Madame Quirrel lay back against the pool edge with a long and bone deep sigh. It was the kind of sigh only a lamia could make for the sigh went from the tip of her tail, all the way up her long pink scaled snake body, past her enormously broad hips and her curvy human half, up over her enormous breasts resting just above the waterline (and they were truly enormous as lamia were much larger than a normal human) and then finally up to her head where her wavy pink hair draped luxuriously over her shoulders.

She wiggled a bit, making herself comfortable in the hot water, a puddle of snakey relaxation in a deeply content state. Beneath the waters her long tail meandered around, dipping between the dozens of bare female legs standing or swimming in the waters. Oftentimes her tail would slip between their thighs, the girl in question straddling her and using her huge tail as a seat. Of course the center of the pool was subject to a game of ball so not all could do so. A net stretched across the water as bikini clad girls jumped and threw the beachball in play over. Those who weren't playing were either chatting and giggling as they floated or relaxing against the pool edge like Quirrel herself.

Madame Quirrel's tail flowed through this all, but the the tip of her tail was of course buried in the snatch of one of her more recent recruits where she sat on the opposite side of the pool from her. The human girl wiggled and squirmed as her tail penetrated deep, rubbing against her insides.

She smiled as she felt the girl clench down and do her best to pleasure the tip, bouncing up and down rapidly as though she were riding a cock and giving her absolute best efforts to induce ejaculation.

The lamia considered her motions, her grip, her flexibility, her poise and skill. Basically all that went into pleasuring a cock. She studied how it felt in totality.

Madame Quirrel ran a whore house, or as she preferred to say, a whore home. And in running a whore home, in the ultra competitive town of Riverstone, she needed the best employees. It was just a fact that interspecies sex was the best contraception in the world as reproduction between species was nigh impossible. Other contraceptive options were few and far between or were unreliable or even plain terrible. That meant that any interspecies whore home, such as her own, was incredibly popular. Everyone needed sexual relief of some kind and her company could offer the best of the best.

What better way to test the skill of her employees and to make sure that they were in fact the best than to feel how they felt herself? Her tail tip was simply the stand in for a prospective male client, and her employee would do her best to demonstrate to her employer that she had mastery over the art of penis. It was an incredibly effective method of sorting the skilled from the amateurs as she had perspective from both the penetrator and the penetrated's point of view. Such a method had provided her with a competitive edge over her peers in sorting the wheat from the chaff.

In this case however the girl was quite inexperienced, coming from some backwoods mountain town she barely knew how to pleasure a straight forward human's cock let alone the unique ins and outs that came from differences between species.

The girl gasped from the other side of the pool, accidentally experiencing an orgasm as Madame Quirrel moved the tip of her tail. A hand darted over her mouth and she blushed, clearly unprepared.

Yes, she was inexperienced… but still very enthusiastic, which in Madame Quirrel's experience was the most essential ingredient for training a girl to be a master of dicks. Another girl to add to her whore home it seemed. An apprentice to learn the craft of penis.

It wouldn't make up for the loss of Abby the catkin, but perhaps someday…

She made a sour expression as she recalled the catkin, one of her most ferociously sexual girls, one who not only loved her work, but demanded more of it, truly an insatiable terror in the bedroom. No other girl amongst her staff got tipped as well as Abby did, it was quite ridiculous really, a true master of her art, a once in a generation genius.

Which made it all the more frustrating that she was no longer with her.

That centaur, that damned pleasant smelling centaur with the enormous erection and overly full balls had left her Abby a giant bloated cum filled lake, her womb so large that it had filled a room and brought down the walls, an expensive problem to fix.

Abby might have been able to work that cost off even then, but then she had insisted on keeping herself full to the brim with centaur cum! Refusing to be emptied for days! True she had never seen the little catkin more satisfied and happy, but still, there was a limit to her patience.

She had finally convinced her to be emptied after days of pleading, and with many of her girls working together they had managed to pump the seed from her body.

However once she was emptied they were in for a shock, a big one. That hadn't all been centaur semen, in the days she had been stuffed full the catkin had become heavily, and increasingly preggers, her body brimming with new life. Which was supposed to be IMPOSSIBLE! Never in all her years running her whore home had Madame Quirrel ever had any interspecies coupling result in pregnancy! It was beyond her imagination… well so had been one of her girls being so filled with cum that she filled a room, but this was even more so, it just wasn't conceivable! Literally!

That damnable centaur. Apparently in the time since she had left Riverstone she had gotten even larger, at least according to her twin sister.

Rina had always been the more financially inclined of the pair. While Quirrel indulged in pleasures of the flesh Rina had sought to build business, trade links, companies, an empire of commerce, a fleet of inter-city caravans. And by chance, after she had popped into her home to see Quirrel and then left on her way back to Bine, she had somehow come across and taken a liking to the centaur, and in doing so discovering what Quirrel so loved in deeper deviance.

Apparently the centaur was staying at her absurd manse in Bine and getting up to all kinds of trouble including breeding Rina's adoptive daughter into the size of a barn!

The last letter she had received from her sister had included some kind of newsletter sample as well as a story that Rina had written and planned to submit to it. Of course Rina's own writing was like being smacked in the eyeballs with a lemon hammer, painful reading was an understatement. As much as she was a brilliant merchant she had a bit of a blind spot for her own writings. But the newsletter itself… The stories by one writer called Octavia in particular had been particularly titillating.

Madame Quirrel had found herself completely understanding how Abby felt after hearing the experience of being Feyed described in such graphic detail in the newsletter. Being fucked and impregnated by the centaur sounded more like a life goal rather than an inconvenience after that.

Abby had of course revelled in her pregnancy, walking around naked and flaunting her body, becoming so much more slutty and needy.

That hadn't lasted forever. As her body grew larger, her belly swelling with life, her breasts becoming massive and milky, she had become too heavy to move on her own. She had been stuck in place, lying over her ever growing belly, hips perked up in the air, presenting herself, waiting for the next person to come along and attempt to satiate her insatiable appetite without success.

But none could satisfy her, and she had left nearly all of her clientele like drained waifs scattered across the floors of the whore home, Abby was everywhere, dominating everything with her body, a sexual monster..

Nothing had been enough. No male or female could satisfy the hormonal catkin and she had become increasingly irritable as she grew larger and larger.

And then the dungeon had started to become known. Of course Abby couldn't exactly visit it in her state, but she had managed to get a message down to Solomon. To Madame Quirrel's dismay one day she had turned to see the floor opening up and a very pleased Abby had descended into the depths of the dungeon never to return, a storm of tentacles already plunging in and out of her orifices.

…At least Solomon had repaired the previously destroyed walls on the way down…

That tentacle dungeon… it was no wonder to the lamia that Abby hadn't returned. If there was ever a place built for such a horny and lewd cat girl that was it, a dungeon heaven built for her slutty needs, a den of debauchery that she could sink into never to be seen again, lost to her own pussy's ravenous desire.

She hummed thoughtfully, finger tips idly swishing through the waters. It was fortunate that her workers were for the most part female. There had been some… disruptions as of late due to said dungeon. Several of her competitor houses who specialised in male workers had been run clean out of business, the number of female clientele dropping off to nothing. No female customers were coming to purchase their services, zero, they just couldn't do what those tentacles did to a girl.

Even prior troubles with the church had been nothing compared to this disaster. Nuns or priests snooping around to shout about sins and decrying the indecency of interspecies brothels were far less of a problem to her business. If only the bishop knew how many of the priests and nuns he sent her way were also her customers. Not that it mattered now, he had left for draconica some time ago. She almost missed the problems he caused, he was much easier to deal with than this current disruption. But then had he noticed Abby that could have come with its own set of headaches.

It was simple really. No male had been able to compete with the pleasures of Solomon's tentacle dungeon. Madame Quirrel herself knew that well as she had become a daily user, slipping out of bed with a yawn, grabbing a hot choccy and then slithering down the hidden trapdoor in her bedroom to get a tentacle session in.

There was simply nothing better in the world than getting your hips blown out by fat pumping tentacle in the morning, leaving her a satisfied sweaty squirt covered mess ready to go take a refreshing shower and start the day.

The convenience and the pleasure was just on another level to any of the male workers. She knew well, every tentacles was an absolute master at the art of pussy stimulation. Who knew Solomon was this kind of a genius?

She side eyed one of her few male workers, the only one who had come with the annual work outing, unsurprising as many of the guys had taken time off from work due to lack of anything to do. They had rented out a bathhouse and brought lots of booze, a collection of dozens of happy girls… and one mopey red and cream scaled drake.

He sat glumly on the side of the pool, legs dangling in the water. Both of his nine inch cocks were out, the large ridged things protruding from his crotch and being played with by a pair of dogkin girls between his thighs sharing the tips, casually sucking his cocks in a work friend kind of way. He didn't seem all that happy about it.

"Cheer up Zell, it's not all bad," said Madame Quirrel, raising an eyebrow at him.

He lifted his head and glared. "How!? All of my customers have stopped coming to see me! It's like some kind of super alpha mega drake has come along and is stealing them all away from me!"

Madame Quirrel blinked. He didn't know? Well, there had been an unspoken agreement amongst girls not to speak about it. What were they supposed to say? Oh, there's a massive town-spanning underground dungeon full of hundreds of rooms each with specialised tentacles designed to pleasure us in a new and novel way, an orgasmic paradise of orgasming your freaking brains out?

She noted a few of the girls giving each other guilty looks and blushing, clearly very aware just what the 'who' was that was stealing away the attentions of all of the town's female occupants.

"I'm sure they will be back, perhaps they all went out of heat at the exact same time and aren't interested in sexual gratification currently?"

"Yeah, right." muttered the drake. The two dogkin girls slurping on the tip of his cocks looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, clearly hoping to cheer him up with their suckling.

Quirrel hmm'd. It was fortunate that Solomon only seemed interested in servicing females, if she suddenly decided to switch to pleasuring males too she felt sure she would be run out of business within days.

Still it would be good if the drake at least knew just what it was that was stealing his customer's attention, it was only fair, and hey, perhaps he could discover something that he could offer that massive quantities of specialised and aggressively vigorous tentacles could not. Maybe.

She opened her mouth, about to let him know when she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. The bathhouse they had rented was open air with tall surrounding walls as well as privacy bushes. From one of those bushes a snake was slowly slithering.

No, not a snake, a penis tipped vine tentacle.

Madame Quirrel stared as the wrist thick smooth lime green tentacle stealthily slipped over the flagstones surrounding the pool and headed toward the water in a discrete corner.

What was this? The tentacles were supposed to be a secret! had Solomon gone mad?! all the males of the town would know if she started throwing them about willy nilly!

She watched the tentacle slip into the water to go snaking amongst the bare female legs in the pool just as her tail did.

From her view at the pool edge she didn't have to guess when the tentacle found a target. A girl yelped as she was penetrated, causing those around her to turn and stare.

"It- It- It's nothing! stubbed my toe on the pool bottom!" she gushed, trying her best to pretend as if nothing was wrong.

As the other girls went back to playing and chattering and relaxing, the one Madame Quirrel watched squirmed. She felt sure that just beneath the waterline the tentacle was doing things to her, just as she had been doing things to her new employee with the tip of her tail.

She narrowed her eyes as she felt a second tentacle touch against her tail beneath the water, the thing having emerged from the bushes to stealthily slip into the water next to the first tentacle. It explored along her tail, except it wasn't heading toward her upper body, it was headed toward her tail tip, and more importantly, her new employee. What in the gods name was this?

A moment later and the tentacle tip was pushing between the girl's thighs alongside her tail, shoving up against her muff stretched around the tail tip.

The tentacle almost seemed annoyed that its target was already taken, not that her tail was going to stop it. The tentacle surged upward, thrusting up against the girl's snatch over and over until with a squirming of its tip it managed to make its own space, squuueezing in just behind.

The new recruit let out a shriek as the tentacle penetrated her alongside Madame Quirrel, both in her pussy at the same time.

"S-Stubbed my toe too!" she managed to get out as she drew looks. Apparently the new employee was quite familiar with the tentacle dungeon and seemed determined to keep up the secrecy of the sisterhood of tentacles.

Her desperate gaze darted over to Madame Quirrel, almost pleading, and then after a moment she seemed to steel herself. Wait, did she think that this was part of the trial too? It seemed so as efforts redoubled, trying her best to pleasure the now two things penetrating her, insides fluttering as she was stretched around them.

Really, that was some dedication, Quirrel was almost impressed.

She wouldn't be alone in her gasps for long however as another in the pool cried out.

"S-Stubbed toe!"

That received some suspicious looks. One stubbed toe was an accident. Two was a coincidence. Three? Something was happening here, and the others in the pool slowed in their ball game as more girls gasped and claimed toe injuries.

It was starting to dawn on the others what was happening, puzzling out the reactions then finally noticing the dozen or so tentacles clustered at the pool corner.

Which was a problem. All of the sisterhood of tentacles knew the tentacles weren't supposed to be publicly known!

Unsure what to do, they hesitantly went back to their ball game, trying to pretend nothing was wrong even as more of the girls flinched and squeaked as their panties or one piece swimsuits were pushed aside by curious tentacles slipping past their folds.

A girl squirming beside Madame Quirrel looked up at her.

"B-boss did you freaking hire Solomon to do this?!" she whisper-hissed, desperately trying to pretend like nothing was happening even as her insides were explored by dick tipped tentacle.

Madame Quirrel felt two tentacles already touching at her rather larger puss. If this had been her idea she certainly wouldn't have brought Zell along.

"Nope, this has nothing to do with me. I hope one of you hired her to do so… otherwise it seems Solomon may have gone quite mad."

Beside her Zell suddenly let out a yelp of pain and for half a second she thought the tentacles had expanded into new areas of male exploration. She hoped not, she had a business to run!

But to her relief she realised it was the two girls suckling on the tips of his dicks, simultaneously penetrated they had accidentality bitten down in sheer shock.

Poor Zell, he looked almost offended as he looked down at the two dogkin girls between his thighs. To their credit they did their best to pretend nothing was wrong, desperately suckling on cock to make up for accidentally nibbling on him.

It seemed Madame Quirrel was the only one left in the pool who didn't have a tentacle in her as she looked around, the playing of the others had become jerky, a desperate attempt to play act normality as their limbs shook and trembled, legs buckling under the tentacles relentless pumping. As she watched the one lifting the ball threw and completely whiffed it as the tentacle in her puss rammed home lifting her slightly from the water and causing her to groan and clench.

The ball splashed down in the water on the other side of the net. A girl moved trembling hands trying to pick it up, slipped off, then managed to grab hold of it and shakily lift it as her eyes rolled up into her skull, clearly cumming incredibly hard.

Of course, Madame Quirrel was last not because she wanted to be, but because the tentacles appeared to be fighting beneath the water to get at her slit. She eyed the things, lines of lime green beneath the water line thrashing around before her hips as they fought to be inside of her.

"All at once or none at all boys," murmured Madame Quirrel running out of patience. Really, if Solomon was going to do this she could at least do it properly.

Whether or not the tentacles understood they reacted, surging forward all at the same time. Her 'panties' or rather the pink strip of cloth around her hips made for a lamia didn't stand a chance, ripped to shreds by eager tentacles who dived at her pussy.

She let out a low purr as they pressed against her folds, all trying to get inside at once and blocking each other, the delicious feeling of pressure was quite arousing, one of her favourite tentacle options in the dungeon.

Of course she wouldn't be the head of a respected whore home if she wasn't a grand master of her own art. She kegeled hard, monstrously powerful muscles trained from years of work leaving her partners drained dry shifting and spreading herself for the tentacles.

All four slipped inside at once, squeezing inside tightly and squirming against her walls in the most agreeable way.

If this was Solomon's new sales pitch then she would be the richest woman in Riverstone Madame Quirrel was sure. To be able to go about daily life while receiving the tender loving care of as many tentacles as a girl could want? To be tentacle fucked while at work or shopping? Tentacles slithering around beneath tables and chairs at all times, each chair sat upon an impromptu tentacle fucking station? Relaxing in bed as a dozen tentacles slipped below the covers to violently pump pussy while lying next to husband or boyfriend?

Riverstone would become a true paradise of tentacles. Her imagination ran wild as the four wrist thick tentacles in her began to move, each one sliding out partially before thrusting deep once more, ravaging her insides, each moving one after the other so that it felt like being rapid fire fucked, another of her favourite kinds of tentacle sex in the dungeon now available on the surface.

She leaned back with a groan, bucking her hips into the tentacles as they got into the serious business of destroying her puss, tearing from her the most gratifying feeling of bliss as they accelerated, pumping her fat puss faster and faster. Her eyelids fluttered under their ministrations and she came hard, her slightly creamy fluids released into the water in a powerful stream that broke the water's surface.

Judging by the rising voices of the others she wasn't the only one. Desperate attempts to pretend nothing was wrong had become hopeless, girls staggering through the water as they were pumped beneath the waterline, grabbing desperately for the ball and throwing it wildly before sinking down and moaning their hearts about as yet more tentacles found them, squirting over and over into the pool's water, making it slightly cloudy with girl.

The corner of the pool had grown into a fat bundle of tentacles by this point, more and more tentacles eagerly swarming toward the pool as they found a cornucopia of easily accessible orifices to pump.

"H-Hey, what's going on, what's wrong with you all?" said Zell, finally sitting up and breaking free from his sulking as the entire pool full of girls became increasingly more agitated and noisy.

"What are those green lines beneath the water? AHHNF!"

He cried out as the two girls on his cocks orgasmed together and jerked forward, throats bulging out as they took his cocks into their mouths, moaning so hard around his lengths that the vibration stimulated him.

He fumbled at their heads, clutching at their dog ears, but they were lost in the motions of the tentacles, finding themselves in the depths of pleasure with large things in their mouths, and as any good whore of Madame Quirrel's home would do they suckled on them on instinct, hard.

Soon the entire pool was a chorus of voices crying out in pleasure, the violent motions of the tentacles and the sheer number of them causing the pool water to froth and splash, waves appearing as the motion of broad tentacles broke the surface, flashes of green as they thrust and thrust and thrust into ass and pussy.

Zell stared in disbelief.

"T-tentacles?!"

Well, thought Madame Quirrel, this was certainly one way for him to find out who had been stealing his clientele.

Not that she had time to make comment because the tentacles were reaching a peak of aggression, slamfucking girls ever harder, drilling so hard into Quirrel's own folds that her breasts were wobbling with each impact. Often now they broke the surface, sometimes lifting girls hips above the waterline. One girl directly in front of the lamia was rising and making visible her pussy stretched around the wrist thick girth of a tentacle, her panties pushed aside as the tentacle slammed home into her reddened muff, causing her wet asscheeks to ripple before pulling back out with a wet queef, her labia dragging out behind her puss before being stuffed back as the tentacle slammed back home. She squealed and squirted in response, a powerful spay of feminine juices spraying across the girls behind her, her hips writhing and sending her output over Quirrel's breasts and then over a stunned Zell, her steaming fluids sprinkling over his snout.

"What-hngf-! is h-happeningggggg!?" cried the drake as the two girls on his cocks reached the bases, taking all nine inches into them as their eyes rolled up and the clenched around the tentacles pounding at their rears. "B-Boss what did you doooo!"

"Not me!" cried out Madame Quirrel as she came again, the dick tentacles becoming even rougher, abusing her puss as they sawed in and out of her folds, causing her to tighten around the bundle of dick tentacles in jerky waves. "SoloMOOONNNN!!"

And then the tentacles were ejaculating, every girl in the pool wailing in distress as hot spurts of dryad sap were sprayed into their deepest places, wonderful strings of dryad cum flooding dozens of cunts.

Of course, if this slowed the tentacles at all it didn't show, and the girls to their shock found the tentacles only becoming more enthusiastic, and then to their much greater shock their bodies started to change, the sap inducing extreme motherliness.

"This is neeewww!" howled Madame Quirrel, grabbing at her breasts as they suddenly surged larger, feeling an immense pressure from the abrupt growth as her pink bikini found itself coming under great strain. She grabbed handfuls of her softness, her already huge boobs growing larger still as the sap took effect, spilling over the top and under the bottom of the cloth even as she tried to hold the growth back.

But it just wouldn't stop and it felt so freaking GOOD!

She moaned like a whore in heat as her breasts billowed outward, her breast flesh practically swallowing her bikini as the muffin topping over it became engulfing the thing in her softness, in fact the pressure was increasing so much that the string was digging into her back almost painfully, indenting her flesh in a line as it strained around her growing body.

It seemed like she would be trapped like that, stuck spilling around her clothing forever, but with a sudden SNAP! The bikini broke, whipping from her body as huge amounts of boobage surged outward, free to grow as it wished. Her nipples instantly stiffened as they touched the air, becoming hugely engorged and reddened and to her shock spraying milk across the water of the pool, over her girls, dousing their hair and faces in herself, open mouths catching her incredible production held back and now freed.

It wasn't just her breasts, the internal pressure in her hips had been growing too and with the freeing of her breasts her hips surged in size, her pussy becoming plumper and larger with them, piling on cushioning fat as if expecting to be roughly bred every hour of every day by a monstrous bull. Capping this new plump puss her clit tripled in size, engorging until her clitoral hood was forced back by the swollen thing.

Of course with the extra size came more room and the tentacles took full advantage, surging more tentacles past her folds and joining the crescendo of pumping with the others, stimulating her still more.

Moments after she had felt the effects of growth it seemed to hit half the rest of the pool and then the entire rest, girls thrashing in the water as their breasts tore through their bikinis. Those wearing one piece swimsuits had it the worst, their chests expanding beneath the stretchy fabric, pressure building and building until they were clawing at their chests and crying out, a few oval tears appearing across the surface and then more, until breast flesh was pouring from the gaps, and then with a chorus of ripping sounds the fabric was torn apart, shrieks rising into the air as breasts splashed down into the water and began spreading as they increased in size all while turning the pool water a milky white as they lactated enthusiastically.

It was quite the sight, the entire pool filled with writhing girls, their chests getting larger and larger, surpassing the beach ball in size and more, the space between each girl filling up quickly, slippery breasts pressing against each other, hard nipples spraying milk over each others new swells of roundness. It just didn't stop! For a moment Madame Quirrel feared the pool would become nothing but breast!

But then the bushes beside the pool rustled and a swarm of new slimmer tentacles emerged, these ones didn't seem to care in the slightest about being stealthy and they threw themselves into the water, slipping across the surface and then latching onto nipples, forming milking cups and bulbs that then slurped at each nipple, pumping them for milk even as the huge breasts grew larger still as the dick tentacles came again, fresh ejaculations pumping into the girls, voices rising in pleasure as their breasts and hips surged larger and more dick tentacles slipped into their larger pussies.

Soon the water was barely visible, the pool a carpet of cumming moaning squirting girls squished between vast breasts, holding hands or hanging onto each other for dear life as tentacles ejaculated between their thighs beneath the waterline.

Madame Quirrel herself was the stand out, her breasts by far the largest, the attention given to her puss by tentacles the greatest, more dick tentacles drilling her massive pussy than any other, receiving by far the most sap and causing her to grow by far the largest, her breasts casting a shadow over the others as they were pumped yet still grew.

Zell, for all his distress as he looked down upon the sea of motherliness was having a hard time not becoming increasingly aroused, until with a cry he lost control and ejaculated down the throats of the two moaning girls on his dicks, his legs lifted into the air by their enormous breasts, the girl's rears lifted from the water as half a dozen tentacles thrust at their broad motherly hips.

That barely slowed the girls and they continued to suck even after he nutted, causing the drake to go cross eyed.

"Is this what work outings are usually like!?" he squawked.