Monster Breeder

55. Under the Mountain, Part 1: Why Did It Have to be Spiders? (R-18)

The consistency of the air surrounding me changes from gelatin to normal the moment the Grand Harpy loses line-of-sight with me. Some kind of air-based telekinesis?

I throw every iota of concentration at my disposal through Swarm Slime Multitasking into using Blood Magic to grab my severed pieces and hold myself together. As long as I'm close to Olindia and her core survived the attack...

A powerful pink glow illuminates the cave walls as I fall. Good thing I selected Fetus Protection; I think that ability shielded my uterus and the Slime cores from harm, redistributing the damage through the rest of my body. My flesh regrows and sews itself back together in the nick of time for me to land smack on a boulder. I haven't had a chance to resummon my armor since it was shredded. Without my marks, the impact would’ve broken every bone in my body.

With Jellyfish Slime Constitution and Harpy Lightweight, the worst that happens is the wind gets knocked out of me. It’s not pleasant, though. Also, I bounce off the boulder and careen deeper into the dark.

I proceed to hit my head, knees, and butt against every rude rock on the way down.

Ow!

Dammit!

Shit!

Fuck!

After losing track of the blows as I’m roughly battered, I finally hit something yielding.

A hammock? I try to move my arms and legs but find they're glued to flexible ropelike strings. Nope, spiderweb.

Hmm, there are a bunch of Webling monster varieties, so that doesn't narrow it down much. The Book of Monsters doesn't have enough information on them for me to judge how much danger I'm in, but...

I am a horny bitch. If Gale isn't in danger, and that seems to be the case, I have an opportunity here to indulge in a particular fantasy.

“Help!” I scream, doing my best acting since my bit-role in the school play, 'Minotaur and Juliet.' It's a great show, and working with teenage monsters was fun, but the adult theater version is better (PG adaptations of the sex scenes for underage actors don’t work as well for the plot). Maybe I should audition with my harem when I get home? “I'm stuck here in the dark, naked, cold, unarmed, and alone with no hope of rescue!”

Yes! Great delivery, Alex!

I hear scuttling in the distance getting closer.

Please be a hottie! Please be a hottie! Please be a hottie!

The clicking of arachnid chitin on stone gets louder by the second.

Fingers crossed for a sexy spider dommy mommy!

“Oh, you poor little thing! Let Miss Web take care of you~”

Score!!!

It sure would've been embarrassing if I'd been swarmed by hundreds of spider-faced arachnid monsters after all the effort I put into my performance.

I feel the webs bend with her weight as she approaches me, though I can't see her in the pitch-black underground. I sense the heat radiating from her body as she looms over me.

“Ara ara, such a cutie fell into Miss Web's lap~! And you've got such a wonderfully big thing, don't you? What a strange human you are,” she says with a rich, throaty chuckle.

“Can you help me, Miss Web? It's so scary down here. I'm so cold and lonely...”

“Don't be afraid, my pet. Miss Web is here to take all your cares away~” I hear her shift in place. “Are you hungry, sweety?”

Not sure where this is going, but... “Starving! I mean, er, ahem, if you have something to spare for me, I'd surely be appreciative.”

“Oh, what a good little girl! Good girls get treats~ Now, open your mouth and say, 'Ah!'“

“Ahn!” I part my lips with blind optimism.

I'm rewarded with a mouthful of marshmallow heaven! A massive melon of a mammary is shoved in my face with the thumb-sized nipple landing on my tongue. My mouth closes on my benefactress' teat and tenderly suckles her supple breast.

Warm, delicious, creamy soup fills my cheeks to bursting, and I have to swallow quickly to avoid the sacrilege of spilling a drop. It’s sweet, faintly reminiscent of mushrooms, and it burns pleasantly on the way down as I'm told alcohol does (I'm eighteen, not twenty-one). Heat blooms in my stomach and spreads throughout my body and limbs, relaxing muscles while my cock rises in a steely erection.

“Mmm, oh my, how embarrassing~ Sweety, are you getting turned on by this old biddy?”

Yes! Yes! Yes!!!

I break my lip lock on her tit to speak, “Miss Web, it's so hard it hurts! Please, isn't there something you can do to make it feel better?”

“Ara, ara, my little sweet is begging for relief! How can I refuse~?” I hear more shuffling and adjusting as I resume suckling more incredible libation from her outstanding breasts.

A drooly, steaming cunt falls on my rod like a hammer onahole. Now, delicious warmth engulfs me both inside and out. If I cum inside her like this, she might get pregnant... It's fine, I'll just pull out when I'm close. Damn, this tight snatch is trying to milk me dry, though.

“You're even bigger than I thought, sweet thing~!

“Mm-mmm!” I can't speak since Miss Web is holding my face to her bosom, embracing my head with her arms, and forcing gulp after gulp of creamy goodness down my gullet.

“Shh, my sweet. Let Miss Web do all the work while you fill your tummy. My milk has all the nutrients a growing body needs~!

I'm inclined to do just that. I'm feeling deliriously good with a tit in my mouth, my stomach stuffed with savory cream, and a soft sheath on my rod. Her velvet tunnel undulates around me, massaging my member as if pumping it with increasing pressure for an impending explosion. My whole body feels tingly. I shiver a little.

“Ara, ara, how rude of me! You said you were cold; here, let me spin you something nice~”

More sticky threads begin to cover my arms, pinning them to my sides, and my legs get tied together as well. She leaves a few key areas exposed, but at least I'm a bit warmer.

Actually, being tied up and fucked in a monster's den is making me super horny. The danger is a special aphrodisiac. I rock my hips, attempting to get a little more stimulation. She clamps onto my body with chitinous limbs.

“Now, now, you naughty, sweet thing, if you don't behave, Miss Web will have to punish you~” She punctuates her words with muscle contractions around my rod that leave me spasming. I gulp and lean away from her tantalizing mammary long enough to say, “But what if I've been bad?”

“Ara, ara, naughty girls need to take their medicine~”

Something large, blunt, wet, and soft rubs against my ass cheek. At the same time, a weird sensation builds in my lower abdomen. My asshole is on fire, but in an erotic way that has me clenching my buttocks as if craving for an insertion. It must be something I drank...

“Yes, you're burning up, sweet thing! You need this medicine right away! Unfortunately, the only stuff I have has to be administered anally~”

A slimy, blunt phallus the size of my fist presses against my swollen, flushed rosebud. My pucker offers absolutely no resistance, having been thoroughly relaxed by whatever secret ingredient is in Miss Web's breast milk. A huge, monstrous insertion several feet long plunges through my backdoor in a single slick thrust that has me screaming myself hoarse with pleasure.

“Aaahhhnn!!! Yes! Fill this bad girl up with your medicine! Fuuuck!!!”

The sensation is so intense I cum then and there, shooting a massive load into Miss Web. Jet after jet of thick semen spurts through my big rod into her depths. Fuck, if I get her pregnant, I'll just have to take responsibility.

“Mmm, you're so delicious, sweet thing! And it's so rare for my prey to be this enthusiastic. Thank you for making this such a pleasant experience!”

I'm only half listening as my buttocks clench, and my whole body grasps at the enormous bulge in my abdomen. Miss Web proceeds to withdraw her long tool before ramming home into me repeatedly, faster and faster. It's pushing my organs around as I'm brought to another orgasm, this one prostate-stimulated. My rod continues to spray cum into my partner as she fucks my ass relentlessly.

“Yes! You're amazing, sweet thing! Now, get ready, here comes your medicine~!”

Miss Web hilts herself in my rectum a final time as her shaft distends with the size and volume of her load. I feel the impacts as baseball-sized soft orbs shoot violently through her (clearly) ovipositor to slam against my inner walls, shoving each other aside and inflating my belly with their sheer numbers. The mounting pressure on several internal erogenous zones sets off another explosive orgasm, this time resulting in a fine spray of liquid squirting from my pussy.

“Ahhh!!!” I scream again, then sigh as I appreciate the stuffed-full feeling. Miss Web is also panting in satisfaction with her shaft still buried in my gut. My cock slowly deflates and slips from her entrance.

Gradually, post-nut clarity demands I address a few things.

“Um, Miss Web?”

“Mmm, yes, sweet thing?”

“Those are your eggs you're filling me with, right?”

This time, she sighs in annoyance. I feel her jiggling marshmallows pushing into my face. “Yeah, sure. Here, just keep sucking and don't worry about it. That'll make things easier on both of us.”

“It's just that... Well, let's pretend I have a way of alerting myself when I'm impregnated. I should be getting, like, dozens of Breeder marks right now, yeah? Uh, that's what I'm calling them. So, what gives?”

Miss Web's phallus withdraws from my rectum while shooting some weird post-cum jizz that foams up into a semisolid. “If you really want to do this, then fine. They're not Webling eggs; they're Servitor eggs. That's why your pregnancy counter or whatever isn't working. Happy?”

In the Book of Monsters, Servitors are described as first-tier half-spider-half-crab critters. They're evolutionary dead-ends that can appear in large enough numbers to be dangerous. The drawing I recall of one seemed very spiky.

“That sounds very unpleasant coming out, Miss Web.”

“You're still on that shit? Look, it was a good cum; you're way better than the Harpies that fall down here or the Kobolds I catch, a real kinky bitch, but that's it. Yeah, it's going to be unpleasant when they hatch and eat you from the inside out. Your best option right now is to keep drinking my milk to numb yourself. That's also in my favor since it floods your system with everything a growing body needs~”

I heave a tremendous sigh containing nigh-infinite disappointment.

“Really, no screaming? No pleas or denials? It's almost refreshing.”

“...After all the effort I put into my role-play... All the obvious signs I ignored to give you the 'benefit of the doubt'... You're still going to pull this crap on me? Seriously?”

“Girl, you're getting one last lesson in life, one that's clearly come too late. 'if you look up at the sky and open your mouth, someone is going to shit in it.' There, you'd owe me for that one if you weren't about to die.”

I'm so fucking pissed.

“Know what? Fine. You want to do the whole life-or-death struggle thing? Let's see how that goes for you.”

I summon two ember spears in the palms of my restrained hands. Their heat instantly burns through the cocoon confining me (it’s too brief to burn me, like passing a hand through the flame of a candle), further shredding the webs when I twirl them in my hands. The short-lived flames illuminate 'Miss Web' as we both descend in free fall.

Her humanoid torso grows from the top of a spider head on a spider body with a pair of deadly sharp scythes in addition to her arms. The ovipositor hangs limp from her spider abdomen, not yet fully retracted. The supposed cunt I thought I was fucking is obviously the spider's mouth (0% chance of pregnancy). Her admittedly beautiful woman's face splits into a horrifying maw of terrible teeth as she hisses at me.

A Black Widow Webling.

“Olindia, Flou too if you're awake, fuck her up!”

Half a dozen Slime pseudopods explode from my sheath. Pink tentacles grab the scythe arms and hold them in place. Furry tendrils throw crystal blood daggers that stab into the Black Widow's human eyes and spider eyes.

“I'm not a shallow girl,” I throw out the non sequitur while stabbing the ovipositor with one of my ember spears.

'Miss Web' roars in agony. The flames have severed all her foothold strings, so her spider legs flail uselessly as we plummet. My weapon’s dim glow gives me enough light to fight.

“I grew up with monsters. I'm not grossed out by spider parts. I don't kink shame.” She tries to anchor herself to the wall with web shots, but I sever the threads with a freshly summoned burning rod. “I'd even accept your non-consensual butt babies. What I can't stand,” I say as I stab her in the spider-mouth with an ember spear, “Is a bitch who uses me to hatch her murder-spawn!”

All of us hit the ground simultaneously. While I have Lightweight and Slime Constitution, Miss Web does not. Splat goes the spider.

*Turned the Tables on a Black Widow Webling – Two Darkling Marks!*

Both my Slime familiars come all the way out to manifest in their humanoid and furball forms respectively.

“I was wondering when you were gonna flatten that bitch,” Olindia chuckles. “Pretty lucky we survived that feathery asshole earlier, though.” Judging by her tone, she wasn't worried for a second. I’m guessing worries are too much work for the lazy jelly.

“What feathery asshole? Why the heck are we underground? Wait, Alex, you seem really down. Are you hurt anywhere?” Flou bounces from confused to concerned.

Grumble, grumble.

“What's that, Alex? Olindia, are you out of healing charges?” 

“Still got one left thanks to this nifty large body with the extra-long tentacles for groping! Nice blood daggers, furball... By the way, you going to eat that?” She shakes a tendril at the Webling corpse.

Grumble, grumble.

“Alex, we can’t understand when you mumble.”

“I said I'm fine. Flou, I'm going to need you to eat out my ass to get all the Servitor eggs. Better make it a Slime-job too, so I get your latest mark. Let's keep it quick so we can grab Gale and go home. This place is a fucking bust.”

“…Sure thing, Alex. Whatever you need, no problem.” It's definitely convenient having a Slime familiar to clean all those hard-to-reach places.

While Flou treats me like I'm fragile, Olindia continues to be oblivious.

“Sweet! More spider guts for me!”

“Ugh, can you not use that word for a while, it's triggering me.”

“What's a trigger?” Flou says. Olindia is already munching on spider legs that quickly dissolve inside her.

Sigh. “Nevermind.”

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*Sucked and Fucked by a Red Slime – One Slime Mark!*

*Marks Consolidated!*

*Converted the Small Fuzzy Red Slime Swarm – Three Slime Marks!*

*Slime Marks – Three*

Slime Constitution

Slime Core

Slime Constitution (Jell, Fuz, Pnk, Lrg, Swm, Red)

Slime Malleability

Slime Malleability (Jell, Fuz, Pnk, Lrg, Swm, Red)

Slime Mutability

Slime Amalgamation

Slime Mutability (Jell, Fuz, Pnk, Lrg, Swm, Red)

Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature

(Red, Pink) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature

Jellyfish Slime Tentacles

Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping

Large Slime Stature

Fuzzy Slime Fur

Pink Slime Restoration

Small Swarm Slime Multitasking

Red Slime Blood Magic

 

Nice to see I can stack Blood Magic if I ever run out of uses for Slime Marks, I guess.

Alright, fine. No more screwing around.

*Selected Slime Mutability!*

*Temporarily Transfer a Slime Mark to another Type?*

Mer

Goblinoid

Canine

Avian

Fuzzy

Forest

Darkling

 

*Selected Mer!*

*Selected Slime Amalgamation!*

*Mermaid Sight is available through Slime Amalgamation!*

Good. Slime Amalgamation performs as expected as a branch off of Mutability. It'll allow me to equip otherwise contradictory abilities, such as having vision specialized in both distance and low-light environments.

*Selected Mermaid Sight!*

TLDR, as ancient humans used to say, I can see in the dark again.