Silkura 2

>”...p, wa...up! Wake up”
>You stir from your sleep slowly
>”She is awake! The chosen one is awake!”
>You sit up with great confusion
“W-what? Who”
>You look around and you find a small group of spiders on your lap, all of them looking at you as one of them steps forward
>”Oh chosen one of the spider kind, your arachnids need you!”
>Your mouth forms into a scrunch as you stare at the spider
>This is new, this spider, it speaks, usually they just make spider noises at you, which you have grown to understand through the years, but this, it’s actual words and pronunciation
>”You must defeat the daddy longlegs, their warlord takes our young and our old!”
“What...longlegs...no better yet who’re you and how can y-”
>But the spider keeps talking
>”In the cave, the cave! We must venture into the cave, oh chosen hero of the spider kind!”
>Wait, chosen? Hero? You?
>Suddenly your eyes light up, could this be an adventure? Like you have read in books and comics!
“Wait I am a chosen one?”
>The spider, who you now notice has a bead, nods, somehow
>”Yes, you have shown great kindness towards out kind and your good deeds have not gone unnoticed, well that and you’re big. Very big. Not saying the chosen one is a fat bat, in fact this arachnid thinks she could do with a bit more soft on her bones...but you’re the size of a hundred spiders, even two!”
>You get out of bed, carefully so you won’t hurt the spiders, but still with great excitement
>A guest! An adventure! Something else than running the shop for a change!
>Not that you mind, but you’ve always dreamed of a grand adventure, in the back of your head
>But then your excitement starts to die down as you give it a bit more thought
> You need to make preparations, maybe even bring supplies, and you don’t even know much of camping!
“Uhh...how big of an adventure is it?”
>The old spider stops talking with the other ones and turns to face you again
>”It is a dangerous journey, we must trek all the way to the cave of the glow worms, that has now been taken over by the evil daddy longleg, known as The Daddy!”
 >A cave with glow worms? Waaait...
“Do you mean that cave that is right near here? About 10 minutes by flight, has a rock in the shape of a snail on the outside, a lot of hanging moss?”
>The bearded, old spider nods while looking amazed
>”We do not have the gift of flight like our fly-der arachnid brothers of the Luna Bay, I had no idea our chosen one was so great she could travel such a distance in 10 minutes, all hail the chosen one!”
>The other spiders worship you and chant “All hail the chose one!” while you frown
>Right, there’s a small stream and stuff, you can see why it would look like a log way to a spider...
>Fly-ders, you’ve never seen one, and you’ve always wanted to...Imagine, a spider with wings
“And what was this about this Daddy, a daddy longleg?”
>The spider nods
>”He is the war chief of the daddy longleg tribe, he is a wicked monster that must be defeated, he takes our old and our young, and then he rapes the old and kills the young”
>You blink
“Wait...shouldn’t that be the other way around?”
>The elderly spider shakes his head, his beard swaying from side to side
>”He’s got a peculiar taste when it comes to these things, our females he just calls ugly and ignores”
“Oh.”
>Wait...daddy longlegs? As in Opiliones? How...how can those things even do anything? They’re just legs, that come off from absolutely everything. How could they overthrow anything?
>Maybe this is actually a start of a great adventure! W-well, you should at least visit the cave since it’s so close by and all, just to see if it is a prank or something
“Alright, lead the way! Or better yet just climb on my back and hold on”
>The small group of spiders climbs onto your back and you’re off, just barely keeping yourself from letting out an excited high pitch eee
>And sadly after ten minutes you reach the cave
>well...maybe a cave if you’re a spider, you had forgotten that this place was more like a hole in the side of a cliff than an actual cave, you could fit what, half of your body in before coming face to face the rock
>Oh, the hanging moss has grown a bit longer since you last were here as a little filly, playing around, and the snail shaped stone is covered in a lot of moss
>The spider on your back starts hollering
>”Daddy! We’re here to defeat you, for we have the chosen one!”
>A bunch of these harvestmen spiders start to gather at the entrance to the hol-you mean cave, and out walks a way bigger one than the other
>Well, just has longer legs, still the same sized body as all of them
>And then it too starts to speak, much to your surprise
>”We meet again old fool, back for more? I’ve missed you in my bedroom-Hey!”
>You pick it up
“How are you doing that?”
>You study the spider in your hooves as it struggles
>”Put me down you fool, that’s it, tremble before the might of Daddy the daddy longlegs!”
>It tries to bite you...you think, it’s not like you can feel anything because it’s a rinky dinky little harvestman spider...but it’s ok, maybe they’re much more horrifying for something the same size as it is? How do they even eat?
>”Stop trying to touch my mouth you vile temptress I wing the other way sister!”
>You let it go after it refused to let you study its mouth
>”Ha Daddy, our chosen one can best you this easy! Give up!”
>You’re starting to question your decision to come here
>”I will never give up, get her and them my arachnids!”
>a bunch of longlegs are climbing on you, tapping their legs on you
>or are they punching? Anyways you give yourself a doggy shake, making them fall off of you
>But suddenly you’re alarmed to the spider sounds of distress, and remember that you had the spiders on your back as well
>As you look in the direction you find that the elderly spider fell on a sharp rock and has cracked open like a grocery bag spilling its content
>You gas in shock and take a step back, only to hear more distressed sounds
>You lift up your hoof and find about 4 squished longlegs under your hoof
“O-oh no...”
>”You monster!”
>You turn around, wiping your hoof on the grass, and look at the one known as Daddy or something
>”I know I rape elderly spiders but at least I am not a mass murdering monster!”
>You take a step back
“I’m not a-“
>And accidentally trip on a branch, falling flat on your ass, and right on top of all the rest of the spiders who were morning the less of their elderly leader...or some spider shaman...thing...voodo hoodoo spider doodoo
>You look at your butt in horror, a single spider leg sticking out from under it, twitching a few times and then going stiff
>Suddenly alarmed sounds make you look in the direction of the cave, where a bunch of elderly spiders cry and then proceed to drown themselves in a small little puddle that’s in the cave
“N-no don’t, I know your loved ones are dead but there’s still...”
>They float up, dead
“N-noo...”
>”My harem of fine wine fuck meat!”
>Daddy turns to look at you, stunned
>”You’re a real monster...a genuine, true monster, we submit, please spare us o war queen!”
>The other longlegs all start kneeling down and worshipping you while you just stare at the floating dead spiders, feeling horrible
>”TOGETHER WE WILL RULE THE LAND, LET US MAKE BABIES, A NEW MASTER RACE TO-“
>You bring your hoof down on the longleg, squishing it instantly, and then proceed to stomp all the long legs dead while shedding tears
>After some time of sobbing and stomping you look at the scene before you, dead spiders everywhere, and just slowly start walking home, in the dire need of a shower
>as you return you’re greeted by one of your regular spiders chittering at you
“Yeah...I don’t think rough even describes it...”
>You start heading towards the bathroom while the spider makes more noises behind you
“I know there’s dead spiders on my butt...”
>You grab a bottle of juice off of the table on your way and chug it down, not really even tasting anything and then shower, scrubbing yourself good before just retreating into your bed and going straight to sleep like someone flipped your on/off switch


>You wake up to an ungodly racket, also known as your alarm clock and try to shut it off
>But instead of hitting the clock, you hit...bed?
>Did you turn around in your sleep?
>You roll over and try to slam it shut, but you hit bed as well
>Now your eyes fly open, what’s going o-
>You just stare with wide eyes at your alarm clock, except it is the size of a house
>And your room looks gigantic, and your bed, and-
>You quickly take flight to confirm what you fear, and to shut the clock down, it hurts your fluffy ears now
>After a bit of hopping on top of the button to turn it off you manage to push it down and make it stop, giving you time to evaluate your situation
>You have shrunk
>You try to...you don’t know, you’re in shock, and let out a scree and start flying to somewhere, and end up flying right into a spiders web, getting stuck as you struggle until you can’t move at all
“W-why is this happening?”
>You gasp
>Could this be punishment for the massacre of spiders you caused yesterday? Some kind of karmic price you must pay? You’ve been cursed into the size of a spider for all eternity...
>You start to calm down a bit, looking here and there
>No spiders in sight, that’s rare
“Heh”
>But maybe it’s for the best, what if they would think you are food now that you’re this tiny!
>And just as you think so, you feel the web vibrate and see a spider climbing on it and moving towards you
>you gulp as you realize that spiders kinda look scary when they’re your size...no, this one’s slightly bigger than you!
“It’s me!”
>You get no response and start to worry, making you struggle more, only to get wrapped up further
>As it moves its fangs towards you, you let out a shriek and quickly close your eyes
>Only to feel the web moving a bit, but no bite, so you open your eyes up again and find the spider breaking you free
“O-oh you’re helping me...I thought you were going to eat me”
>The spider glares at you and you offer it an awkward smile, which turns into a hug with a brief nuzzle as you’re freed
>Wow, this spider feels velvety!
“Thank you so much”
>The spider pats your back and you break the hug and take a step back on the web, that you find kinda ok to walk on when you’re not full on lying on it
>It’s sticky and grippy
>The spider points at you
“Oh this? I have no idea, I woke up like this...I guess it’s some kind of a curse because of the horrible things I have done”
>The spider tilts its head to the side with mild confusion
“Yesterday...I killed a bunch of spiders”
>The spiders eyes go wide and it retreats into a corner on its web, shivering and looking at you cautiously
“No it was by accident, I won’t hurt you!”
>The spider cautiously comes back to you and you extend your hoof which it studies with its mandibles, and then you scratch its chin, making it smile
“Could you gather everypo...arachne, everyarachne around? I want them to know of my situation”
>The spider nods and zips off to somewhere while you take a seat on the web
>It’s kinda comfy, like a big hammock, that’s got a sticky surface that keeps you from falling off of it
>Soon enough all the spiders in the house gather up, and wow there’s a lot of them when you’re this size!
>they all eye you curiously, some coming over to poke you even
>You shoo them off and clear your throat
“So as you can all see, I have shrunk because of being cursed for my sins and crimes”
>A few of them, or all of them, look at one another like asking each other “What sins and crimes? Like she could do any of those lol”
“I accidentally sat on and stomped a bunch of spiders”
>one of the spiders sweat loudly and wipes some sweat off of its face for some reason
“And I think I need to do good deeds to all spiders to turn big”
>At least that is how you think it will go, otherwise you are screwed
“So uhhh...any of you have anything that you need help with?”
>One of the spiders quickly hurries to you, and then extends a...
>You blush as its spider-penis thing pops out and it breaks it off, handing it to you while the other spiders give it weird looks
>Some species of spiders have grown a detachable penis because the females tend to eat the males after mating
“O-oh, you want help with m-mating?”
>It signs for you to...oh, use it, on yourself
>You keep staring at the spider and then at the spidercock you’re holding
“I...”
>W-would not using it anger the spider gods or something, that cursed you to this tiny form? B-but you’ve never stuck anything in there
>...that’s this size...w-what you were a healthy and curious teenager once!
“W-well if I were to I’d need some priva-“
>The spider points at a corner covered by webs in a way that makes it sort of a room
“Oh.”
>The spider ushers you into there and then closes the “door”
>And you’re left with a throbbing spider part in your hooves
>Maybe if you just kinda...no, you have to do it
>you cross your hind hooves as your nether region feels a bit tingly at the idea of taking something, an actual, sexual organ at that, and inserting it into yours
>You catch yourself blushing while you think about it, but then a single drop running down your hind hoof catches you off guard, making you plant your butt down on the flo-no, web
>You let out an uncomfortable whimper as a tingly sensation starts to fill you body, a sensation you always do best to ignore
>especially since you had a...thing
>years ago there was a medical exam day in your school
>a very pretty and young bat mare nurse took you on the medical bed and asked you to pull your tail up
>You blushed beet red and scrunched as the nurse looked at your filly bits and smiled
>She grabbed a thermometer and moments later the nurse was drawing circles around your puckered little filly butthole with the rectal thermometer, making you squeak and blush
>a few drops of lube and the metal tip slid inside your...you know...that hole...
>You grunted and whinned when the cold instrument slowly sank in deeper and deeper, makign you shudder and clench, and also feel something new, really new
>You remember the nurse smiling warmly when she saw you wink down there, which took you by surprise, it was the first time anything like that happened
>she began to gently move the thermometer back and forth to warm it up to your body’s temperature
>You tried to stiffle the moans, but you failed
>after a few minutes the nurse pulled it out with a pop from your reddened hole, looked at the thermometer and saw the temp is ok
>she then wiped you clean, set the instrument aside and gave you a pat on the back before sending you on your way
>You left the nurses office panting and winking madly and were left shielding your backside for the rest of the night
>later on at home you put your butt under the cold shower, it helped temporarily
>but later every time you thought about the visit or even saw a nurse your tail, which you kept very short already way back then, automaticly moved up like you were showing off everything
>Nope, you can’t do it, sorry spider gods of karma, if it means you’ll go smaller that is what you’ll do
>You exit the room with the spidick
>The spider who gave it to you lays down in front of you, offering its body for consumption
>Instead you place its dick back in its legs
“Sorry...I did not mean it like that, I can’t do it!”
>You quickly take flight and fly away, blushing like mad and then even more as you realize they might see the state of your rather warmth radiating organ of the sexual kind
>You fly right downstairs and into the kitchen, and find another sugar cube castle war going on
>you pause and stay up in the air, looking it over, the previous embarrassment slowly fading from your mind
>One of the spiders wearing some kind of a historical hat spots you and signals you down to it
>You first look behind yourself, but there’s nothing there, so you then point at yourself while avoiding a random sugar cube flying through the air
>The spider nods and signs more vigorously so you quickly hurry to it, only to get a similar hat placed on your head
>You make a confused face
“What do-“
>The spider points at a vacant catapult
“You want me to use it?”
>You’re pushed all the way to it by the spider who then returns to its post with its little binoculars
>You look over at the other side and notice that all the spiders there wear different kind of hats
>You poke the catapult with your hoof and it shoots off a sugar cube, making you jump back in surprise with your wings and ears standing up erect
>A passing by spider loads it with another sugar cube and then does it to the next and then the next and so on...
>Your attention is drawn to the mock war as a sugar cube hits very near you, making you duck and let out a screech
>This is dangerous!
>In panic you kick the catapult and it shoots off another sugar cube, hitting one of the spiders on the other side of the table on the head and making it drop down
>You stare in horror as the other spiders cheer, and then quickly abandon your hat and rush to the spider, hugging it and starting to cry
>The battle comes to a stop and you manage to miss an air of awkwardness hanging around the battlefield
>A pat on the back makes you look up and see that the spider is ok
“Wh...what?”
>It explains to you that they’re all just pretending
“oh...OH!”
>You quickly stop hugging the spider and let it get up while a few snicker at you, making you shut them up with a scrunchy, still a bit teary eyed glare
“Well how was I supposed to know?”
>The spiders shrug and start to get back to their fun while you hop into flight and fly under the table, not wanting to be near the place where you did something embarrassing
>And as you do you spot an empty bottle under the table, and a note
>You start reading it
“Hey Silkura, here is that shrinking potion concentrate you asked me for, for that super smooth weave you were thinking of making...”
>You stop reading and remember, you were talking with a pony you do business with, mostly in chemicals to dye your fabrics and silks, about an idea you wanted to try
>make a weave and shrink it down for an ultra fine weave impossible to make with normal means
>Now that you think of it, you did drink something, you’re not sure what, when you came back home yesterday...it might have tasted a bit odd
>You put the two and two together and gasp
“I drank a shrinking potion! I haven’t angered some kind of a spider deity!”
>You let out a happy eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and do a few hoops in the air, your consciousness feeling much clearer now
>And then you come to a screeching halt
“Oh no...how will I ever get back to my normal size?”


“How’s the progress on those silk napkins?”
>You look past the clipboard you’re holding and at the group of spiders all weaving the napkins for you
“Coming along good, check”
>You flutter past them and over to the spiders tasked with spinning the yard through group effort
>After all it’s hard to operate a full pony sized machine with a group of spiders
“And that is coming along nicely, ok this is going good!”
>Yay for micromanagement
>True micromanagement since you’re spider sized currently
>It was a few nights ago that you got shrunk, and after a bit of panicking you realized all you need to do is visit the pony who send you the potion, and you’d get a cure
>So in the meantime you got to doing work, but instead of doing it by yourself your spider friends offered to help, and your house is now a factory more or less
>And you kinda forgot about curing yourself...you haven’t really had any need t-
>You notice your calendar and that you have to meet with a client in two days
>Whelp, gotta get big again
>You drop the clipboard down
“I’ll be right back, go to go get myself big”
>you leave, missing out on one of the spiders saying “T-THICCCCCCERRRRR...” in spider
>You exit through one of the small doggy doors you have all over the house for spiders, and fly out into the night
>The whole town looks so different when you’re small, and-
>”EWW A MOSQUITO!”
>Something hits you as you’re swat down against the ground, and luckily land right into a mushroom that was growing on the ground, sinking into the spongy cap
>You lie there, shocked at what just happened, and then quickly check yourself over to see if you’re hurt as your body begins to ache as you snap out of your shocked state
“Did...did somepony just slap me!?”
>Thankfully you’re not hurt, the mushroom having cushioned your fall, but that’s just rude!
>For one you don’t look like a mosquito, how could a pony make that mistake?
>After some struggling you take flight again, this time avoiding all ponies who go about their daily...well nightly, business
>And after going past a few houses you start to sweat already, this is hard work, much harder than it is when you’re full pony sized!
>You have to sit down and rest, so you look for a good place to do it and spot a cozy looking bush
>you fly to it and sit on a branch to catch your breath
 >You did not think you were this unfit...you’re not fat or chubby, but you rarely have to fly farther than the nearby areas, and when you’re this small you really need to flap your wings, almost like you were a bee buzzing them!
>Still some ways to go...hey, that’s Love Bites over there
>You take flight and get a bit closer to see what she’s up to
>Enjoying something at the local cafe it seems...no wait she got up!
>You quickly hide away and see her walk in into the establishment, and head for the bathrooms
>Wait, she just went into the bathrooms meant for stallions! She must have made a mistake, you have to go and tell her
>You fly in and dodge a few ponies, and manage to fly in just in time as the door closes
>you can see the tip of her tail disappear into a stall and fly over the walls and inthhhhhh...
>T-that...what? Penis? What? but...what?
>Suddenly there is a poof and a pink puff of smoke and you suddenly find yourself falling a little before your hooves touch floor
>And you’re inside the stall
>With Love Bites
>Who is staring at you with surprise
>And a dick in her hoof, her dick!
>And you’re staring at it!
>She looks at it, and then at you
>You keep staring
>That is a dick, a male organ, a penis
>You quickly realize what you are doing and look back up, and she...or he, positions himself more discreetly
>”I have a bunch of questions, but first why are-“
>You kicks the stall door open and just fly away, screeeing loudly all the way to your house where you lock the door and go right under your bed, blushing crimson
>A single spider joins you there, dragging the note with it and telling you there’s more on the backside of it
>”PS this is just a test version, the effects won’t be permanent and should wear out eventually in a day or two”
>You let out a groan
“I could have used that info much sooner, now I...I...I saw a cock!”
>The spider is absolutely confused
“She...Love bites is a stallion!”
>Suddenly you stop
“She’s a he..that means I’m normal!”
>All that blushing and feeling self conscious, you weren’t going gay, because she’s a he! –Not that you were liking him or anything but you did feel a bit...in he-his company...it’s hard to explain
>O-oh...oh no...
>You just realized that Love Bites must not have the best view of you, all she-no, he, knows is that you dressed lewdly into an event and now barged into his bathroom stall
>you groan and bury your head into your hooves
>And a lone spider dumps a bunch of silk napkins on your head.
>You throw them off in frustration and crawl out, jumping onto your hind hooves and throwing your front ones into the air in frustration
“I didn’t mean to see his cock!”
>”Uhhh...”
>you pause, your eyes going wide, and slowly turn your head towards the doorway, where the white mailmare bat pony stands
>”I was told to come here and fetch a package but nopony was answering...I can come later if that’s what you mean, you seem to be dealing with...a...some stuff?”
>You quickly answer the mare
“It was a rooster”
>”Ok...”
“A rooster”
>”that has gotten you that flustered?”
“A big rooster that amazed me so that I got flustered because I was so amazed because it was a big rooster”
>you quickly gather up the napkins and put them in a package, tape it up and slap an address sticker on it and hand it to the blue mane’d bat pony
“It really was a rooster”
>”I understand”
>She nods and then exits your bedroom and house
>She definitely does not understand, ugh what were you even doing, a rooster?
>suddenly all the spiders in the house rush to you, giving you nuzzles as they all climb and crawl all over you, congratulating you on getting back to your original size
>You put your embarrassment on hold and smile
“Awww...thank you you spidies~”
“...which ever one of you is trying to bite me on the behind please stop”
>One spider is tied up by the others and tossed to the floor
>You carefully go over to it and set it free, and it gives you a bashful thank and then joins the rest in climbing all over you
“Could you all get off now? I need to-“
>You suddenly remember your embarrassing little incident
“On second thought, let’s just enjoy this moment”
>You go over to the couch and carefully lie down on it while all the spiders collect into a round shaped mass on your back so they won’t get squished
>You look at the spiders as they all start to snuggle up with one another, like big babies, and start to fall asleep
>Staring at them makes you yawn as well, and soon you find yourself falling for a nap, having completely forgotten about the earlier incident, for now
>That is until you’re just about to fall asleep and your brain makes you repeat it like you were watching it on film, making you groan and bury your face into one of the couch cushions
>How are you supposed to face him from now on out? That is if he even wants to have anything to do with a mare like you
>...and no you are not a mare in love or anything just because you’re fussing so much about this, gosh!


“Done!”
>You marvel at your work, special kind of purple silk socks and black panties
>You were browsing a few magazines that advertized all kinds of socks and stuff related to them, and noticed a design that would work really well when made out of silk
>With excitement you start slipping them on, a few spiders face-legging as they notice what kind of a thing you’re up to again but stay silent
>You slip the panties on, they’re the ones that don’t cover your butt much, but for a reason
>You giggle a little as you look at your butt on the mirror, the string of silk disappearing between your buttocks
“That looks just lewd, but once I slip these on”
>you grab a sock and sit down, the fabric nestled in your butt crack not feeling as invasive or bothersome as you had imagined, in fact it’s rather pleasant, even less noticeable than regular panties since they don’t squeeze on your butt, and slip it on, putting both hooves through the special part though
>carefully and slowly pulling it up, extending your hoof as you do, the skin tight silk material hugging your coat, yet being made of such fine mesh not a single hair of your coat slips through it
>A little thing you managed to pull off with the help of mild shrinking potion to process the fabric, this time not drinking it yourself and...well, better not think back on that now
>While blushing you fix the part of the sock, the upper seam if you will, that slings over your hip on the other side of the sock, the other one doing the same so that it creates an X on your abdomen and n your butt, near the dock, covering up mot of the buns the panties fail to do
>You fix it a little, the middle part of the X on the front between your teats, and the one on your butt and back just near the dock
>you keep fidgeting with it a little, unable to decide whether your tail should be above or below the middle part of the X at the back
>Nope, it looks better when it’s above it, otherwise it goes too high and pulls on the fabric, making it look kind of silly
>you moon at your mirror, looking at your butt and fixing the parts of the socks that stretch to cover up your buttocks
>They don’t cover as much as you had hoped, you were thinking full protection but instead they just barely cover your cutie marks
>But now that you look at it, this is better, if it was any larger it would look like an ill fitting skintight dress or something
>And instead you are wearing as something that’s a cross between a pantyhose and pure up sexwear, but of course you’re a bit too oblivious to notice it
>You test them around a little, walking, bouncing, pushing your butt out and giving it a wiggle, doing a cat stretch and then spreading your hind hooves as wide as they go, and as you do all of that they don’t slip off anywhere and stay on you as intended
“Hey these work really well! Look”
>You point your butt at a few spiders watching this all happen
“I can even do this!”
>You lift yourself onto your hind hooves, leaning your upper front against a wall as you spread your hind hooves as wide as possible without falling down, which is pretty wide thanks to bracing yourself against the wall
>A few of the spiders wipe their faces and one faints, but you’re too busy to notice as you keep showing off how durable this fabric is
“I can even do this!”
>you start sliding down against the wall until you slip off of it, and keep bending your body until you’re peeking out from between your hind hooves, your chin almost making contact with your teats
>you pull out, the position getting a bit too much and brush your mane with your hoof
“I should test out how well it works when outside”
>he spiders are unable to stop you thanks to a few of them having disappeared somewhere, and most of them having fainted
>you set out, unconsciously fretting running into Love Bites, but your excitement to try this new thing you made keeps those thoughts at bay
>And with a rather prideful skip in your trot you set out, walking around to see if it starts to slip or slide awkwardly in real use
>Soon enough you notice a few ponies paying a lot of attention to you, wow they must really like this design as much as you do
>You blush a little bit and feel rather self conscious as you begin to do a bit of runway walk, even if it makes you feel awkward you have to show them this product properly if you are to sell it, otherwise you could miss out on making more money
>And as you keep doing it you get more and more into it, no longer feeling as embarrassed as before, and not even noticing how some ponies look away while blushing, and some stare much more intensely
>And some stallions views are blocked by the mares in their company, giving you dirty looks that you don’t notice
>you’re having so much fun you even forget to feel ashamed of your very tufty ears, flicking them about happily every now and then
>As you round a corner you spot somepony familiar sitting at the cafe, Jasmine
>She look at you wide eyed as you walk past the establishment
“Hi Jasmine!”
>you go past her, making sure to give her a good view of this new thing you have, she could want one, it’d look good on her
>Jasmine chokes a little on the tea she was sipping and is left coughing as you carry on
>you pause and do a little check if any of your coat has slipped past the fabric, patting your hooves, thighs and butt down
>As you do so a lone stallion approaches you, taking you by surprise as he speaks up
>”Uhm...c-can I touch?”
>You look at the stallion as he fidgets
>It’ a bit embarrassing to let a stallion touch you, but he must feel how smooth this silk is, he’ll be hooked and want to buy one for his marefriend right away!
“Go ahead, help yourself”
>he gulps and places his hoof on your flank, making you let out an involuntary squeak
>”O-oh wow it’s soft...”
>You nod
“Isn’t it such a silky smooth feeling? Soft and pampering, smooth and so pleasant on the touch~”
>he sweats, wow he really must want to buy one of these, this is a great success!
>You spot other stallions in the crowd as well looking like that, maybe they want to touch but are too afraid to ask?
“You can all come and touch them”
>Mentally you prepare yourself and struggle to keep smiling as they gather, the crowd making you feel  a tad bit awkward and like wanting to go home, but you have to keep up a good front for your business, this is not time to run away
>Stallion after stallion comes and tests how the silk feels on your body, all of them more or less impressed, some even so much that they don’t touch the fabric at all, they must be so deep in thought after feeling how nice the fabric feels like!
>...but it is making you feel a bit fidgety and embarrassed, so many ponies...maybe if you think of them as spiders?
>Another pony walks to the scene and you turn to face him
“Step right up, come and touch my...”
>You pause as you stare into the eyes of Love Bites
>he looks at you, at the scene, and then at you again with a raised eyebrow
>You on the other hand shake, let out high pitched squeaks and suddenly take off, flying all the way to home and slamming your door shut
>...oh no, you just ran away quite rudely...but it was so sudden, you did not know what to do or say
>You do need to apologize soon though, in fact you should do it right away...tomorrow night
>A lone spider zips down and greets you
“No, why would I come home to take it off? I love this outfit”
>The spider tilts its head to the side
“Realize? What would I have realized? I just came back because, well...”
>You fidget and the spider just turns around and goes back to doing what it was doing
>You decide to brew some tea, and ended up wearing your accessories all the rest of the night while coming up with working color combinations for them so you can mass produce some and see how well they sell


>Hmmm...
>You keep staring at your door
>You should go out and buy some more fruits but...lately every time you’ve set out, things go wrong
>And you have enough canned fruits to go by...maybe you should just stay at home instead, yeah, get some work done
>You turn around and start to head towards your drawing board, and right then the bell rings, signaling that somepony just opened the door, making you jump and let out a meep
>”Oh, this is open isn’t it?”
>You quickly turn around, blushing
“Yes it is, I just got surprised that’s all”
>You offer the mare an awkward smile as she takes a few steps in and looks around, all of the spiders quickly running away and hiding
>”You are that mare who had those rather...raunchy accessories on last night?”
>Raunchy? She must mean the color, it was quite bold
“You mean these?”
>you pick up the socks and show them, and the mare nods
>”Yes, I was wondering, can I buy some?”
>You’re surprised
“Oh, yes, sure, I have some right here”
>You made a few extra in case
>you hand the mare a set of silky string panties and raunchy socks, and the lets out a big or a mirth filled giggle as she looks at them
>”Oh yes, these are just the thing, oh this fabric is amazing, much better than the stuff you get from those other shops, it feels so cheap and flimsy when it comes to accessories like these, but no other place sells them”
>Are underwear manufactured poorly these days? Last time you visited a lingerie boutique the products were pretty high in quality...
“If you want, I could make them in any color you want, or even customized, maybe add some lacy details, or almost anything you might imagine”
>The mare starts to blush heavily
>”Really? Oh my, my husband is going to be so surprised~”
>As you discuss details further, you have to wonder why she talks like she’s buying them for her husband even though she’s the one who’s going to wear them...are they going to both wear them while taking turns? How indecent...
>After coming up with a price on the fly, that was a bit high taken into consideration how easy it is for you to make them, the mare pays and exits the store
>And you’re left there, mouth hanging open
>You knew that they could sell, but to sell this good?
>As the mare exits, another much more meek looking one walks in
>”Oh, uhh, hi, do you happen to have any of the tuff you were presenting yesterday, but in...you know...easy to access form? Like...c-crotchless?”
>you take one of the prototypes you have and with a quick adjustments you show her a pair of panties with an opening in them, running along the front
“You mean like this?”
>She blushes and nods and then touches the fabric
>”Ooh that fabric is so amazing...how much?”
>You ask for a more reasonable price and she seems surprised, and as she pays you tell her about to option of choosing her own color or adding a bit of things to the design
>”I can? In that case I need pink ones with a big heart shaped hole on the front, and could I get the back end of it loose so it’s a string you can tie on your tail dock rather than attached to the waist band?”
>You nod
“Sure, I can have them ready tomorrow”
>She squirms and lets out a nervous giggle
>”Ooohh~ today and tomorrow, oh yes please~”
>she blows you a kiss and leaves the place, and you’re left standing there with money
>This is amazing! But crotchless? And that design, it sounds kinda lewd...why would she want lewd underweaaaaahhhhh...O-oh no, that’s sexwear
>You start to think back how those things looked on you last night
>Those holes and openings, it was not for ease of movement, and the cross was not fashionable, it was lewd!
>You designed lewd underwear!
>You let out a high pitched keeeeee as you stat to realize that it was not the genius design of your wear that the ponies were excited about, but the naughtiness of it
>but then you stare at the money you just made
>Another pony walks in, this time a stallion
>”Silk shop? I thought you did lingerie-hey you’re that pony, great show last night! Made my marefriend so jealous I just had to buy her a set!”
>you keep looking at the pony, and then glance at the pile of bits, before looking back at him and putting on your business smile, although a bit red faced
“Yeah, we do lingerie as well, even with custom designs and colors”
>”Awsome!”
>”So you were aware what you were doing last night?”
>you jolt a little at a familiar voice as Night Watch walks in
>”I think I like this new, wild and aware Silky~”
>you blush and scrunch
“W-what new, it’s still me, I haven’t suddenly become indecent, this is just a good business opportunity”
>The stallion pays for his set and leaves while you try not to appear embarrassed
>And you do a good job of fumbling with your hooves as you walk, making Night Watch laugh
>”Sure, whatever you say, but sell me a set, I’m thinking of embarrassing Jasmine, it’s going to be so sweet~”
>You give her a set and scrunch
“J-just don’t do anything that’ll make her dislike me for selling you this”
>Night Watch smirks
>”Oh I’ll make really sure she enjoys herself, trust me”
>You give her butt a worried look as she leaves the store
>And then you sit down
>This...this is a lot of money that you just made...
>You quickly crab your magic markers and some cardboard, and get to work, making a cute little sign that says “We also do lingerie”
>And then you cover up the little heart you added, that’s too naughty, you don’t want ponies to think less of you because of it
>Next you spend about 20 minutes putting the sign to the window, fidgeting and pacing a little, removing it, pacing around a bit more and putting it back up again until one of your spiders just attaches it to the window permanently and tells you to deal with it
>you squee and give it an awkward smile as it retracts back to doing spider things
“Are you all ok with making lingerie for ponies? It’s not exactly anything decent and-“
>You pause as the spiders answer you from here and there
“Oh, you’d rather do that than napkins, bridal gowns and whatnot...oh...well, it does make more money and it seems like there’s a high demand but...what if I become known as an indecent pony who sells indecent things and spreads indecency like some hussy?”
>They just write you off while holding a conference on what kind of things they should make for ponies to wear
“Well we can’t be sure that they won’t and what if stallions start to think I am a floozy because of it and start to suggest things to me?”
>you scrunch up at their response
“What do you mean I could do with some action? Not everypony needs to have action! I mean it’s normal and stuff but...you need love for that and stuff, I don’t think ponies should just do it with anypony possible just for the sake of doing it...that’s just...wrong”
>They chitter and chatter amongst themselves
“Feeling good is not an argument, there is a time and place for everything, taking a huge poop when you need to feels good too but ponies don’t just empty their bowels anywhere, no they sit tight and wait until they are at a toilet and then go poo, because there are rules and conduct to things for a reason!”
>You pant, your mane a bit messy now
“So I won’t go and sleep with Love Bites just to feel his hot throbbing cock in me!”
>The spiders all are taken a bit back and stare at you as your eyes go wide and you cover you mouth with your hoof
“Oh, I...ahem, I...”
>They spider now look at you with worry, their conference having come to a halt
>You’re blushing as red as you can, and clear your throat
“So...we are not going to become a straight up porn shop, if we are to offer lingerie, it will be made with dignity and pride and we will still offer our regular services, and certainly not focus on those things alone or devolve into some sleazy little shop”
>The spiders all nod
“Now, I am going to grab a cucumber and retreat into my bedroom, and we will be perfectly calm and civil about it and I would appreciate if it’s never brought up in the future”
>The spiders tell you to go for it, much more civil and les frenzied, and you slowly make your way to the door, flip the sign from open to closed, grab a cucumber from the fridge and do something you do not do very often and will feel very self conscious about afterwards, but that is going to be ok
>and then, you pleasured yourself with a cucumber and ate it afterwards as you found yourself out of energy all of the sudden, of course wiping it down first