I almost crush the annoyance automatically but manage to restrain my ire. Deep breaths. Innocent until proven guilty. Innocent until proven guilty.
“You got a death wish, short stuff? Or just stupid?” I jostle Blood Star as I speak.
“How rude! Obviously, Spindle can see you're not an ordinary human. She was hoping that meant you weren't boring.” Her voice is slightly high-pitched and nasally, which I'd find adorable in a better mood.
“Little busy,” I reply without slowing.
“Spindle sees what the problem is... You don't know what you're working with! Once you see what a sex pot of an arachnid she is, you won't be able to keep your hands to yourself~”
The spider girl crawls onto my helmet and obnoxiously drapes herself forward into my field of view upside down, forcing me to continue running based on scent and tactile cues.
Two large dark eyes full of confident swagger meet mine as six small ones glitter on her forehead like jewels. She has porcelain pale skin and doll-like features, except the cute little fangs protruding from her glossy purple lips. Two girlish arms resting behind her head help lift her petite A-cup breasts while a second pair of arms massage her slender stomach and hourglass figure, accentuating the hip sway dance she does for my appreciative gaze.
That humanoid waist ends in an arachnid lower body with six spider legs and an abdomen covered with soft, velvet fur. Unlike Miss Web, Spindle has a human pussy nestled in the base of her crotch. Spider pedipalps there to guard the area have spread wide for my viewing pleasure. Their function appears to be holding her partner in place during intercourse.
The quim in question has a tiny pearl of a clit poking from the top, exotically shaped labia minora like orchid petals, and a patch of short dark hair on her mons pubis. The carpet matches the drapes, as she's sporting a black-haired pixie cut. Spindle follows my gaze by the tilt of my helmet and parts her nether lips with her fingers to proudly present her drooling honey tunnel. I glance down the length of her reversed body to find Spindle lewdly lolling her tongue at me with a mad grin as if inviting me to test her mouth-pussy with my cock.
A Webling Jumper.
“Like what you see, human?”
Dammit. Despite her being flat as an ironing board, despite her not having an ass, despite her being another one of these fucking spiders, I can't lie to myself. I'm not a 'Bigger is better' basic bitch. If I were, I'd have an all-Ogress harem. No, I believe variety is the spice of life. Do I want to titfuck massive cowgirl udders? Yes. Yes, I do. Does that mean I can't appreciate small girls with big attitudes? Hell. Fucking. No.
But I've been burned twice today and I'm in a hurry.
“Not interested.”
“~You hesitated~”
I did, and I hate myself a bit.
The spider girl straightens and returns to perching on my shoulders. “So, you haven't tried to kill Spindle, and you're clearly tempted, but act like you're in a rush. Why don't you tell her what has the cutie under the mask all agitated and let Spindle decide what she can do for you?”
“Fine,” I grumble. “I'm retrieving a Kobold from the Lizardmen.”
“Fufufu, a mere Kobold? Spindle can make you forget all about a silly lizard.”
“No, you can't! She's bearing my son, and I'm not leaving her behind! I'll kill any reptiles or spiders that get in my fucking way!”
“...”
“Got anything to say to that?!?”
“Ah~! Mmm, ahh, aaahhhn!”
“...” This time it's my turn for awkward silence. “Are you... Masturbating right now?”
She’s gasping and panting as she replies, “You think a girl with four hands doesn't know how to get herself off in a hurry? Spindle can finish in thirty seconds on a bad day. Ngh, ah, ah, oh! Ahn, yes! Yes!!” After that exclamation, she sighs and relaxes. “Now, could you repeat yourself for her, please? Your voice was so rough and commanding; that really does it for Spindle. Way to make a girl jealous~!”
“You're jealous of my kidnapped wife?”
“Who wouldn't be with such a brave, determined lover coming to rescue her? It's romantic as fuck.”
“Whatever. I'm not giving you more shlicking fuel, and you clearly can't help me fight the Lizardmen, so go screw yourself.”
“Spindle finished doing that and is ready to help her new human. How many Lizardmen can you take on at once?”
Rolling my eyes, I do some mental arithmetic to humor her. Factoring in Wolf Rush's stamina cost, my armor's durability, Blood Star's lethality, my Earth Magic's effectiveness, Olindia's tentacles, the enemy's attack power, and the black collars preventing their retreat, “Two dozen.”
I find that number suitably impressive after having difficulty with two Mole-Men a couple of days ago. That said, the limiting factor in the above list is my armor, which I can’t resummon without a good couple of uninterrupted seconds, or else I’ll get splattered. Also, that number doesn’t factor in the element of surprise.
“You're following your lizard lover into the heart of their camp. At least a hundred scaly brutes will swarm you by the time you reach her and start fighting your way out.”
Shit. Spindle is right. I'm stronger than I was, but I'll die against those odds even with my healing trump card. “And you've got a better way?”
“Can you climb?”
“...Yes, I can climb.” Does she know about my marks, or is she guessing at my abilities?
“Spindle knows where they keep the Kobolds. She knows stealthy paths that aren't guarded.”
It's too good to be true. “And why do you know about these secret paths?”
“Lizardmen and Kobolds are the only toys Spindle has to play with down here. She knows all about where and when to catch them alone.”
“To fill them with Servitor eggs?”
“Ah, you've already killed some of Spindle's sisters. That explains your reaction to her. Who or whom?”
I expected to trigger rage when I revealed this fact, but the little spider betrays no emotion but curiosity after deducing the truth. “Miss Web.”
“The mega bitch is gone? Finally! You have no idea how many cute fallen birds and mice that cunt snapped up before Spindle could even taste them. Oh, what Spindle wouldn’t do for one of those precious prey monsters! She'd tie them up and tease them until they made such sweet sounds… Who else?”
“A Burrower covered in Servitors. That's where I got my Kobold.”
“Sounds like Sandy Claws. Good riddance to that cannibalistic psycho. I swear I saw her eat one of our sisters.”
I wouldn't ordinarily be pleased to hear such disregard for family members' deaths but, in this case, it's justified. “What makes you any better than them?”
“Spindle is 'catch and release' only. She lacks an ovipositor for making Servitors.”
“Why should I believe you or, better question, how did that happen?”
My potential spider guide finally hesitates as if I triggered a painful memory or secret thought. That, or her skill as an actress exceeds mine (Impossible!).
“The 'Would-Be-Queen Under the Mountain' is raising an army to conquer the region. She's been experimenting with ways to make her daughters evolve into more exotic, deadly variants. The Servitors were an accidental byproduct. Some sisters escaped prior to their evolution, like Spindle. She had other ideas than following mother's plan.”
“Is that why you've been hunting draconic monsters? To grow?”
“Spindle hunts rats and Servitors or fishes in the underground lake to nourish her body. Eating Servitors isn't cannibalism, by the way. One advantage of the mindless critters, besides their defending Darklings, is long-term meat storage. But Spindle hunts Kobolds to practice her craft; she's learned pleasure arts that have them crawling back for more. Lizardmen are tougher catches since the collars came, but their dicks are excellent toys, and Spindle is aiming for Matron. There are no male Weblings free anymore, they all serve mother, so Spindle has to settle for laying lizard eggs.”
It's kind of a fascinating story that answers a lot of my questions about the underground while raising others. “What do you mean, 'since the collars came?’”
“Lizardmen used to be easy prey for Spindle. Weblings were rulers of the underground. First, she heard rumors of the collars from her sisters. Then, she started seeing collars among the lizards. The shaped metal came after, and the armored lizards fought naked ones. Finally, all reptiles have collars and wear armor as they come hunting us instead.
“Happy to have your questions answered? Ready to tell Spindle your name, cutie?”
I sigh. Her story checks out according to what little I know. The only reason I have not to believe her is that she's a fucking spider. “How can I trust you?”
“Hmm, at some point you have to make a decision. Are you going to be boring, or are you going to make things interesting~?”
That sure is a non-answer, but no less than I deserve. There's no logic-ing myself into placing my life in a potential enemy's hands. Everything she told me about the Lizard camp could be total minotaur shit. It's a matter of putting myself out there. Of bravery.
I've got plenty of that with Opal captured. Hold on a little longer for me! I clench my gauntleted fists and stop running.
“My name is Alex.”
Spindle leaps off my back and circles around to my front. She's short; her torso is that of a four-foot-tall woman, but her spider body lowers her actual height to three and a half feet. With her abdomen included, she probably weighs a bit more than Opal.
“You made the right decision, but I want your whole name, middle included.”
“Is that all? Then you'll help me?”
“No, you're going to put your weapon down, take off that armor, and play a game with Spindle. Then she'll fight by your side.”
“Even if it’ll be dangerous?”
“‘Danger’ is Spindle’s middle name.”
“…”
“Alright, it’s ‘Daniela.’”
“A monster girl has a middle name?”
“She obviously named herself. Jumper Daniela Spindle.”
A Webling named Jumper; her mother must not have put much thought into it. “And you went with ‘Daniela?’”
“It gives her a refined, yet gentle side only shown to Spindle’s close friends and lovers. That’s why it’s a middle name. First names are for action. Last names are sexy.”
Is that why she goes by ‘Spindle?’
“Seriously, why would you help me?”
“You don't know it yet, but you're Spindle's human. A special, interesting human she won't ever let go. Sometimes you have to fight for what belongs to you; that, and Spindle has a thing for love stories.”
That's probably the best answer I'm going to get from the little deviant. But...
“I don't have time. Opal—”
“—Is fine,” Spindle interrupts. “They have hundreds of Kobolds for breeding and evolution training. If she's smart, she'll tell her captors she's pregnant. There are plenty of eager females to service the Lizardmen, so she won't be bothered until after her egg is laid. No rush. Now... Say. Your. Name.”
My concerns and misgivings have all been handily dismissed. Got to hand it to the Webling shorty. I drop Blood Star with resignation. “Alexandria Tanaka Vermillion.”
“Oh, Spindle likes that. She likes it very, very much~” The spider girl licks her lips, tongue lingering on the fangs as she flashes a predatory smile, her main two eyes half-lidded, smoldering as her lashes flutter. “Remove your armor, Vermillion.”
The way she says my name sends shivers through me.
I obey, and my naked body can't hide the fact I've wanted this all along.
I almost crush the annoyance automatically but manage to restrain my ire. Deep breaths. Innocent until proven guilty. Innocent until proven guilty.
“You got a death wish, short stuff? Or just stupid?” I jostle Blood Star as I speak.
“How rude! Obviously, Spindle can see you're not an ordinary human. She was hoping that meant you weren't boring.” Her voice is slightly high-pitched and nasally, which I'd find adorable in a better mood.
“Little busy,” I reply without slowing.
“Spindle sees what the problem is... You don't know what you're working with! Once you see what a sex pot of an arachnid she is, you won't be able to keep your hands to yourself~”
The spider girl crawls onto my helmet and obnoxiously drapes herself forward into my field of view upside down, forcing me to continue running based on scent and tactile cues.
Two large dark eyes full of confident swagger meet mine as six small ones glitter on her forehead like jewels. She has porcelain pale skin and doll-like features, except the cute little fangs protruding from her glossy purple lips. Two girlish arms resting behind her head help lift her petite A-cup breasts while a second pair of arms massage her slender stomach and hourglass figure, accentuating the hip sway dance she does for my appreciative gaze.
That humanoid waist ends in an arachnid lower body with six spider legs and an abdomen covered with soft, velvet fur. Unlike Miss Web, Spindle has a human pussy nestled in the base of her crotch. Spider pedipalps there to guard the area have spread wide for my viewing pleasure. Their function appears to be holding her partner in place during intercourse.
The quim in question has a tiny pearl of a clit poking from the top, exotically shaped labia minora like orchid petals, and a patch of short dark hair on her mons pubis. The carpet matches the drapes, as she's sporting a black-haired pixie cut. Spindle follows my gaze by the tilt of my helmet and parts her nether lips with her fingers to proudly present her drooling honey tunnel. I glance down the length of her reversed body to find Spindle lewdly lolling her tongue at me with a mad grin as if inviting me to test her mouth-pussy with my cock.
A Webling Jumper.
“Like what you see, human?”
Dammit. Despite her being flat as an ironing board, despite her not having an ass, despite her being another one of these fucking spiders, I can't lie to myself. I'm not a 'Bigger is better' basic bitch. If I were, I'd have an all-Ogress harem. No, I believe variety is the spice of life. Do I want to titfuck massive cowgirl udders? Yes. Yes, I do. Does that mean I can't appreciate small girls with big attitudes? Hell. Fucking. No.
But I've been burned twice today and I'm in a hurry.
“Not interested.”
“~You hesitated~”
I did, and I hate myself a bit.
The spider girl straightens and returns to perching on my shoulders. “So, you haven't tried to kill Spindle, and you're clearly tempted, but act like you're in a rush. Why don't you tell her what has the cutie under the mask all agitated and let Spindle decide what she can do for you?”
“Fine,” I grumble. “I'm retrieving a Kobold from the Lizardmen.”
“Fufufu, a mere Kobold? Spindle can make you forget all about a silly lizard.”
“No, you can't! She's bearing my son, and I'm not leaving her behind! I'll kill any reptiles or spiders that get in my fucking way!”
“...”
“Got anything to say to that?!?”
“Ah~! Mmm, ahh, aaahhhn!”
“...” This time it's my turn for awkward silence. “Are you... Masturbating right now?”
She’s gasping and panting as she replies, “You think a girl with four hands doesn't know how to get herself off in a hurry? Spindle can finish in thirty seconds on a bad day. Ngh, ah, ah, oh! Ahn, yes! Yes!!” After that exclamation, she sighs and relaxes. “Now, could you repeat yourself for her, please? Your voice was so rough and commanding; that really does it for Spindle. Way to make a girl jealous~!”
“You're jealous of my kidnapped wife?”
“Who wouldn't be with such a brave, determined lover coming to rescue her? It's romantic as fuck.”
“Whatever. I'm not giving you more shlicking fuel, and you clearly can't help me fight the Lizardmen, so go screw yourself.”
“Spindle finished doing that and is ready to help her new human. How many Lizardmen can you take on at once?”
Rolling my eyes, I do some mental arithmetic to humor her. Factoring in Wolf Rush's stamina cost, my armor's durability, Blood Star's lethality, my Earth Magic's effectiveness, Olindia's tentacles, the enemy's attack power, and the black collars preventing their retreat, “Two dozen.”
I find that number suitably impressive after having difficulty with two Mole-Men a couple of days ago. That said, the limiting factor in the above list is my armor, which I can’t resummon without a good couple of uninterrupted seconds, or else I’ll get splattered. Also, that number doesn’t factor in the element of surprise.
“You're following your lizard lover into the heart of their camp. At least a hundred scaly brutes will swarm you by the time you reach her and start fighting your way out.”
Shit. Spindle is right. I'm stronger than I was, but I'll die against those odds even with my healing trump card. “And you've got a better way?”
“Can you climb?”
“...Yes, I can climb.” Does she know about my marks, or is she guessing at my abilities?
“Spindle knows where they keep the Kobolds. She knows stealthy paths that aren't guarded.”
It's too good to be true. “And why do you know about these secret paths?”
“Lizardmen and Kobolds are the only toys Spindle has to play with down here. She knows all about where and when to catch them alone.”
“To fill them with Servitor eggs?”
“Ah, you've already killed some of Spindle's sisters. That explains your reaction to her. Who or whom?”
I expected to trigger rage when I revealed this fact, but the little spider betrays no emotion but curiosity after deducing the truth. “Miss Web.”
“The mega bitch is gone? Finally! You have no idea how many cute fallen birds and mice that cunt snapped up before Spindle could even taste them. Oh, what Spindle wouldn’t do for one of those precious prey monsters! She'd tie them up and tease them until they made such sweet sounds… Who else?”
“A Burrower covered in Servitors. That's where I got my Kobold.”
“Sounds like Sandy Claws. Good riddance to that cannibalistic psycho. I swear I saw her eat one of our sisters.”
I wouldn't ordinarily be pleased to hear such disregard for family members' deaths but, in this case, it's justified. “What makes you any better than them?”
“Spindle is 'catch and release' only. She lacks an ovipositor for making Servitors.”
“Why should I believe you or, better question, how did that happen?”
My potential spider guide finally hesitates as if I triggered a painful memory or secret thought. That, or her skill as an actress exceeds mine (Impossible!).
“The 'Would-Be-Queen Under the Mountain' is raising an army to conquer the region. She's been experimenting with ways to make her daughters evolve into more exotic, deadly variants. The Servitors were an accidental byproduct. Some sisters escaped prior to their evolution, like Spindle. She had other ideas than following mother's plan.”
“Is that why you've been hunting draconic monsters? To grow?”
“Spindle hunts rats and Servitors or fishes in the underground lake to nourish her body. Eating Servitors isn't cannibalism, by the way. One advantage of the mindless critters, besides their defending Darklings, is long-term meat storage. But Spindle hunts Kobolds to practice her craft; she's learned pleasure arts that have them crawling back for more. Lizardmen are tougher catches since the collars came, but their dicks are excellent toys, and Spindle is aiming for Matron. There are no male Weblings free anymore, they all serve mother, so Spindle has to settle for laying lizard eggs.”
It's kind of a fascinating story that answers a lot of my questions about the underground while raising others. “What do you mean, 'since the collars came?’”
“Lizardmen used to be easy prey for Spindle. Weblings were rulers of the underground. First, she heard rumors of the collars from her sisters. Then, she started seeing collars among the lizards. The shaped metal came after, and the armored lizards fought naked ones. Finally, all reptiles have collars and wear armor as they come hunting us instead.
“Happy to have your questions answered? Ready to tell Spindle your name, cutie?”
I sigh. Her story checks out according to what little I know. The only reason I have not to believe her is that she's a fucking spider. “How can I trust you?”
“Hmm, at some point you have to make a decision. Are you going to be boring, or are you going to make things interesting~?”
That sure is a non-answer, but no less than I deserve. There's no logic-ing myself into placing my life in a potential enemy's hands. Everything she told me about the Lizard camp could be total minotaur shit. It's a matter of putting myself out there. Of bravery.
I've got plenty of that with Opal captured. Hold on a little longer for me! I clench my gauntleted fists and stop running.
“My name is Alex.”
Spindle leaps off my back and circles around to my front. She's short; her torso is that of a four-foot-tall woman, but her spider body lowers her actual height to three and a half feet. With her abdomen included, she probably weighs a bit more than Opal.
“You made the right decision, but I want your whole name, middle included.”
“Is that all? Then you'll help me?”
“No, you're going to put your weapon down, take off that armor, and play a game with Spindle. Then she'll fight by your side.”
“Even if it’ll be dangerous?”
“‘Danger’ is Spindle’s middle name.”
“…”
“Alright, it’s ‘Daniela.’”
“A monster girl has a middle name?”
“She obviously named herself. Jumper Daniela Spindle.”
A Webling named Jumper; her mother must not have put much thought into it. “And you went with ‘Daniela?’”
“It gives her a refined, yet gentle side only shown to Spindle’s close friends and lovers. That’s why it’s a middle name. First names are for action. Last names are sexy.”
Is that why she goes by ‘Spindle?’
“Seriously, why would you help me?”
“You don't know it yet, but you're Spindle's human. A special, interesting human she won't ever let go. Sometimes you have to fight for what belongs to you; that, and Spindle has a thing for love stories.”
That's probably the best answer I'm going to get from the little deviant. But...
“I don't have time. Opal—”
“—Is fine,” Spindle interrupts. “They have hundreds of Kobolds for breeding and evolution training. If she's smart, she'll tell her captors she's pregnant. There are plenty of eager females to service the Lizardmen, so she won't be bothered until after her egg is laid. No rush. Now... Say. Your. Name.”
My concerns and misgivings have all been handily dismissed. Got to hand it to the Webling shorty. I drop Blood Star with resignation. “Alexandria Tanaka Vermillion.”
“Oh, Spindle likes that. She likes it very, very much~” The spider girl licks her lips, tongue lingering on the fangs as she flashes a predatory smile, her main two eyes half-lidded, smoldering as her lashes flutter. “Remove your armor, Vermillion.”
The way she says my name sends shivers through me.
I obey, and my naked body can't hide the fact I've wanted this all along.
