Spider Anon

>you are a 5 foot tall mutated spider from Nova's freak bioresearch project he was doing with the Venusians
>due to some weird snafu involving Don Fua, an attack satellite and a black hole, you've been blinked out of existence
>it's not so bad, just being here in the cool darkness, not being poked and prodded
>you twiddle your multiple, coarsely-haired limbs
>wait, it's not completely dark
>you're also on some kind of floor
>your sensitive whisker-like hair tells you the floor is hard and porous, probably rock
>you skitter along, feeling a breeze
>up the walls and ceilings
>this structure is strange
>it's not flat and angular, the walls and floors aren't smooth
>you don't need to be confined to the floor with this kind of surface
>unlike the porcelain-like room you were in, you don't have to really give a shit about what should be the floor or ceiling
>you explore your newfound freedom of the ceiling and are drawn to vibrations in the airflow
>you can hear it, and sense it moving through your bristles
>it’s very much like how the Doctor used to talk to you
>there’s light in the distance
>you can make out the walls now
>rounded, gray, full of imperfections
>this was altogether new to you
>you like it, mostly because you’re not afraid of slipping around
>you make out strange creatures in the light
>more of Nova’s experiments?
>hard to tell
>they’re small, on four legs
>they all have wings
>one of them is large and has a horn
>in total, you count five
>this doesn’t float very well with your spidey senses
>they’re probably some kind of search party, looking for you, waiting to overwhelm you and bring you back to the lab
>fuck that noise
>you quietly creep along the ceiling, your many eyes keeping track of the creatures below
>weaving a complex net of webs, you prepare your preemptive plan
>you would take them one by one
>you make your way back into the darkness, waiting for one to go away from the group
>it doesn’t take long before some of them wander off
>you have one walking towards you, below you
>quietly, slowly, you hang from a silken strand stuck to the ceiling, upside down and approaching the creature from above
>you snatch it, biting through its hard skin, eight limbs dedicated to immobilizing it and shutting its mouth while you inject a powerful paralytic into its system
>within a minute, the creature has stopped resisting and you’ve already started to bundle it up
>you tie it to the ceiling
>one down
>two of them leave the cave, leaving another of the quadruped insectoid and one larger creature; possibly a leader
>you would save it for last
>no sense in attacking it only to be sucker-punched by its minion
>returning to the ceiling, you weave a large globule of milky web, and you go “fishing”
>you simply wait for the minion to look for his missing kin, and land the large, wet web mess on his face
>you easily hoist it up as it flails
>the wingbeats make noise, so you wrap it up quickly
>the leader has been alerted and is looking for its missing forces
>your victim is slowly suffocating as it is wrapped
>your string prevents it from making any more noise
>you stick it to the ceiling to concentrate on the larger creature
“Changelings!  Rally to my position!”
>the horn in its head lights up
>luminescence?  That’s a fancy trick, the Venusians must be proud of that one
>changelings, were they?
>strange name, not at all French-sounding
>they’re usually called nonsense like “Boudrière” or “Chicaille”
>the leader’s command was of a military nature
>your suspicions on this creature were most likely correct; this was a search party from the Doctor and you had to escape them
>you feel the heart stop in the suffocated changeling’s chest
>you should do the same to the other one before it regains motor control
>you have time until then, your venom is potent
>egressing to the darkness, you easily stay away from the light and prying eyes of your would-be ambushers
>the horned one approaches the web traps you set up in the first place
>you but snip one strand and the system of sticky silk swoops swiftly down, ensnaring your prey
>it panics and only wraps itself more
>your chelicera spread open, palpus extended up, mandibles wide agape, your pointed, needle-like fangs showing in ravenous excitement
>this is what a spider’s grin looks like; a terrifying array of appendages and natural weaponry
>you descend on the trapped foe as it looks at the cause of its capture; a dark mass of jerking, scuttling hair-covered limbs the length of its own body, topped with too many black and unmoving eyes
>and fangs
>large, shining fangs
>you feel the panic in the air reaching an intoxicating level
>you will feast on this one
>but then her horn burst forth in a blinding ray of burning fire
>OH SHIT NOPE
>NOPE NOPE NOPE
>you’re blinded, but your hair hasn’t been burnt off
>the fiery death went wide
>you can still feel your way around, a sense you use immediately to get the fuck back into the deepest, darkest hole of this structure
>your strands connected to the web net used to trap the leader go slack; you suspect the horned one as freed itself
“FIEND!  YOU DARE ASSAULT THE QUEEN OF THE CHANGELINGS?”
>yep, this “queen” is free and now hunting you down
>a queen would make her female…
>damn that crazy doctor; he has most likely engineered her to breed more minions to reduce costs of his own bioprojects
>you need to neutralize this queen quickly before she makes more minions, or before the three that departed return
>most likely scouts, they would be back soon
“I AM QUEEN CHRYSALIS AND YOU-
>you hear her panting, her appendages clicking against the floor, wings buzzing in outrage
>your sight is slowly returning
>she sounds tired
>perhaps the birthing of minions is taxing?
>perhaps the fire attack was tiring?
ARE GOING TO BE SORRY!”
>you can only hope
>for now you must evade her
“SHOW YOURSELF…  You…  Monster,”
>her voice falters
>you hear her trip and stumble
>she sounds weak
>this could be a trap
>maybe you can attempt to barter
>you have one of her minions paralyzed
>maybe a hostage will convince her to come to an agreement
>she might agree to leave you to escape and report to the Doc that you’ve perished
>you’re ready to part with one limb as proof of your “demise”
>paralyzed, tied up changeling in your limbs, you slowly descend into her view
>your fangs are at its neck
“What are you doing-
>you’ve never really said much before, but you give it a shot
“HSSSsss…”
>your mandibles click together
>this was hard
>the doctor made it look so easy, he just moved his mandibles and made air come out of his lungs
>your attempt wasn’t as successful
“You think I value that peon?  My army is vast and-
>fuck it, then
>you open your maw to clamp it down on the hapless changeling
WAIT!”
>a bluff?
>cute
>your fangs hold a hair from the little one’s neck and hiss some more
“What do you want, spider?”
>you want to go your own way and be left alone
“Hiss, clicky clicky hiss hiss,”
>she rolls her eyes and whispers to herself
“Ugh.  I can’t believe I’m talking to a filthy spider,”
>you have rather good hearing
“Just click once for no, and twice for yes.  Understand?”
“Click click,”
“Do you want some food,”
“Click,”
“Are you sick or something?”
“Click,”
“Cold, maybe?”
>this is going nowhere fast
“Click,”
“Wait, is this your lair?”
>you aren’t expecting these questions
>what about Nova?
>what about the damned venusians at Biovouivre?
>at least she isn’t asking you whether or not you need four pairs of fucking slippers
>your silence allows her to continue
“If this is your cavern, I claim ownership of it as Queen of the Changelings.  I’ll grant you the honor of staying up in your hole as shelter, if you leave us alone and if you release my little one,”
>is she trying to confuse you?
>because it’s working
“Well, say something!  I don’t have all day.  Revenge to plot, changelings to feed, you know!”
>revenge?
>feeding her creatures?
>was she also in a similar situation as you?
>whisked away, seeking retribution against those that have wronged her?
>you have to choose something
“Click…  Click,”
>you let the hostage go
“Well then, go back to your hole, I don’t want to see your disgusting hide any further,”
>the Doctor kept complimenting you in such upsetting ways that being insulted was refreshing
>giddy like a tentacle monster on his way to high school, you scamper up to the ceiling
>you’ll be happy to sit in a hole if you never see the flan-loving nutjob for as long as you live
>you snatch up the dead changeling and bring it with you
>you inject your digestive enzymes and acids into his body and consume his juice
>the process takes hours, and when you’re done, you see the Queen talking in impatient tones with her minions
>she’s commanding and fierce
>whenever her changelings aren’t around, you see her slump and pant, leaning on anything for support
>she was either very tired or sick and too proud to show it
>you retire to your hole for the evening, resting and thinking about the day’s events
>in the morning, you see her dismiss her changelings almost frantically
>when they’re out of sight, you see her crumble
>she seems to strong, yet so fragile…
>you rope down slowly, hanging from the ceiling
“You?  I thought I told you to get out of my sight!”
“Click click,”
“So what do you want?  I’m very…  Busy right now, I want to be left alone,”
>you like her eyes
>yours are black pits of nothingness
>hers are a radiant green, full of expression and shades of yellow
>you want to help her, for some reason
>maybe because you kinda killed and ate one of her spawn
>she locks eyes with you, at first they’re very annoyed
>then she changes her expression
>you wonder why her limbs are full of holes
>it looks nice, regardless…
“You…  Uuuugh…”
>she shudders and almost dry-heaves
>she hangs her head and chortles something like “Beggars can’t be choosers but by my powers, there are limits,”
>you wonder how her fur and hair can have such defined holes in them, too
>what does she eat?
>her mouth is full of fangs, maybe she digests food directly unlike you
“So…  Why don’t you have a seat over here, maybe you can be of some use to me,”
>she looks at you a little hungrily
>was she just starving?
>did she plan to eat you?
>you retract your strand, ascending away from her
 “Playing hard to get?  I’m afraid I’m much too busy for games.  Come down when you want to talk, I promise I don’t bite…  Much,”
>her tone is different
>lower, slower, and more pleasing to the ear
>you approach her once more, her eyes were beckoning you
>in the weak glow of sunlight outside, her wings glistened in a myriad of translucent green and blue
“Earlier, you made a hissing sound.  If you can understand me, maybe you can try talking more?”
>you think about it
“Click-hisss ah-hiss,”
>you tried to say her name
>you are quickly finding that it is hard to make words when you have no lips, no tongue and no vocal cords
“…  Right.  How about I talk a little?”
“Click click,”
“Is your hole too small?  I’m sure I could arrange something a little larger for you,”
>you didn’t really care
“Click,”
“Good then.  I wouldn’t need to do this if it wasn’t for those damned ponies, especially Cadence and Shining Armor,”
>who now?
>you expected something more like “damned Desty Nova” or “that bloody Pissaro Crie de Vouivre”
>who the fuck were those she mentioned and what the fuck were ponies
“They ruined everything!  I had Equestria in my grasp and now my army is on the verge of starvation,”
>what was this perforated little morsel on about
“Now…  Now even you don’t look as ugly as you should,”
>her eyes were hungry again, but now you aren’t worried about being ripped apart and ingested
>she leans her head on the side of your first left anterior leg
>Chrysalis’ body seems warm and soft, somehow
>she was a strange insect, but you really didn’t mind at this moment
“Your hair is softer than it looks, you know,” she purrs
>the changeling Queen is now resting against you
>you don’t know what do to
>she’s warm and so very pretty
>you notice she even has a little crown
>you poke it with your right pedipalp
>she giggles
“Stop that…  What should I call you, anyway?”
>you can’t pronounce anything, so you stay silent
“No name?  I guess all foul beas-I mean all creatures like you are anonymous…  How about that, why don’t I call you Anon,”
>she could call you Araingée for all you care
“Click click,”
“I’m glad we got that out of the way, you do not want to hear about all the headaches I’ve had naming my changelings.  Speaking of them, I haven’t seen Blackears in a while,”
>maybe because he’s probably the one you killed and then subsequently drank his insides like a soup
>Blackears?
>she must have every kind of trouble naming her kids, fuck
>in retrospect, you are happy she named you Anon, because getting something like “Eighteyes” as a name would be lame as all hell
“So what do you do for fun, Anon?”
>you wonder
>trying to not die, being experimented upon, huddling up in a smooth white cell has mostly been your life
>you do like playing with your web
>not much else to do
>you start producing some to show her
>Chrysalis seems to suppress some gagging as your abdomen spurts gooey, silky strands
>using your legs, you weave it into an intricate pattern, roughly outlining a four-legged creature with wings and a horn
“Is that…  Is that me?”
“Click click,”
>she smiles softly
“That’s…  Really disgusting yet kinda sweet…”
>she’s looking into your eyes
ZAP!
>a green light shines from her horn and strikes your head
>you should be panicking but you’re just pleasantly fatigued
>that was kinda nice
“See Anon, I don’t bite, even when I’m hungry,”
>you shake off the strange tired feeling; it fades fast
>she just had to say something if she was hungry
>you start to walk off
“Hey, where are you going?”
>you walk back and forth, pointing at the cave exit and back to her
“You’ll be back?”
“Click click,”
“Soon?”
“Click click,”
>you skitter off into the bright sunlight
>her minions must be poor hunters
>you’re confident in your hunting abilities, instincts like yours run very deep
>there are no signs of any buildings or guingnols you’re familiar with
>just strange trees and biomatter that seems to be more of a decoration than anything
>maybe you’re finally free
>had you been saved by Space Karate’s Don Fua?
>you would worship him forever
>regardless, you concentrate on the task at hand
>you set up a network of webs wherever anything living could potentially pass
>it’s not long before something stirs your strings
>you skitter through the immobile vegetation
>the stillness of this biomatter worries you, but you put your concerns aside and press on
>you see your prey under you
“My word!  What is this spider’s web?  I’m like a trapped bird,”
>entangled is a white and black creature
>no horns, no wings
>clearly inferior to the changelings, perhaps it would do well as an offering to Chrysalis
>it spots you descending and yelps
“Aaah!”
>you land before it, preparing your chelicera
>she sounds female, and it speaking in rhymes
>anyone who can speak in rhymes when faced with a spider twice their size is obviously cunning and can’t be trusted
>the monochrome one looks terrified and attempts to resist her capture, only ensnaring herself further
>as you approach, she tries to barter
“It might be futile to ask, but could I trade my freedom for this flask?”
>she uses a free appendage to present you with a container
>you snatch it
>examining the container, you wonder if the Queen will like this too
>tying it to yourself with a strand of silk, you turn back to the trapped one
“I see you like that ointment made to appease, could you now untie me please?”
"Click,"
"Does that mean you will let me free?"
>she can only gasp when you lurch forward and inject her with your venom
"You traitor, woe is me..."
>she slumps with nary a twitch
>feeling triumphant, you return with your prize
>you scale up the side of the cavern hole and enter it upside down, keeping to the ceiling
>Chrysalis is resting in a corner, by herself
>you rope down in front of her and wave
>her eyes seem closed
>you can’t close your eyes, so you wonder what to do
>maybe using sound might work
“Click click click,”
“Wh- AAH!”
>you didn’t mean to startle her
“Anon, will you approach me in the regular way?  Having you drop down like that is terribly unsettling.  What do you want?”
>you plop the food down along with her trinkets
“Who is this?”
>you don’t know, you didn’t ask
“Click,”
“Looks like a zebra, in any case,”
>strange name, at least it doesn’t sound French
>so zebra it is
“Click click,”
“Wait, did you bring this for me?”
“Click click,”
“You want me to feed off it?”
“Click click,”
“Oh Anon, you’re such a…  Nice…  Spider…”
>her horn glows green
>does it do that when she’s pleased?
>maybe she needs help eating it, since she’s not very strong right now
>you raise the tied up zebra to her mouth
“Anon, what are you doing?”
>oh right, maybe she’s too starved to produce digestive enzymes anymore
>you expectorate some stomach fluid on the zebra’s rear leg
“OH WHAT IN ALL THE CHITIN!?”
>you raise the dissolving mess to her as she gags at the sight
>she is hungry!
>Chrysalis throws up all over the zebra
>that’s the spirit!
“ANON JUST LEAVE!”
>she throws up some more
>she looks quite excited, she obviously wants to consume this herself
>you skitter off to let her eat in peace
>does that mean she likes you now?
>you fidget in your hole to rest, thinking about how enthused she was, vomiting like that
>healthy signs of a proper digestive system, for sure
>you wonder if she’ll spend more time with you after a good meal


>you are Queen Chrysalis
>you had your changelings hose the poor zebra off
>they used the ointment to appease the acid burn on her leg and you had them wrap the wound
>no sense letting something you wanted to feed off of continue to suffer, it would spoil the love
>you cocoon her in a quiet corner of the cave where her love will infuse in you and your changelings
>at least you got that out of this whole mess
>you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to look at a spider again without dry-heaving
>maybe you should just leave this cave
>you want your Changeling kingdom back
>it smells like vomit in here
>you’re cold and hungry and you want to cocoon innocents in a castle
>you can’t ignore that Anon was efficient; he got a pony within three hours
>it’s been three days and none of your changelings have come up with anything
>maybe he could be of use to you
>just…
>you proceed to gag and almost throw up at the memory


>you are Anon
>you casually walk up to the Queen
>she does look more energetic now
“Oh it’s you, how wonderful,”
>she is happy to see you
“Been meaning to talk to you about something,”
“Click click,”
“I…  I don’t think this is going to work out, you and I,”
>what?
>did you offend her?
>did she find Blackear’s empty, dead husk?
“Well my Changelings and I need to relocate and we’re going far away,”
>oh
>you could follow, you weren’t attached to this cavern
“Click click,”
“Glad we could part on good terms, I guess,”
>she walks off and you follow
“Anon, I mean go away, we’re leaving,”
>oh, she wants more food?
>you proceed to skitter about for the next few days, scaring Queen Chrysalis half to death as you follow her like a nightmarish puppy dog and drop paralyzed vomit-covered ponies on her lap
>its jolly good fun until the Queen stops throwing up
>now you’re worried
“You know, I’m really starting to not give a rat’s donkey’s behind about you vomiting on everything,”
“Click click,”
“I mean I can’t even smell it anymore,”
>her sense of smell was adapting; signs of a healthy olfactory system, no doubt
“I do have to admit that you’ve been ever so loyal and generous,”
>you fiddle your pedipalps in nervous excitement, feeling giddy at her attention
“Can you do anything else apart from making little web drawings and retching on ponies?”
>you think you can dance
>shouldn’t be so hard, with eight legs
>you start rhythmically skittering about
“Anon what in love’s name are you doing,”
>there’s a strange feeling in your loins
>this dancing is making you feel odd
>you reach one of your legs to your abdomen
“Anon what the-
>you ejaculate
>that was unexpected
>you do the only think your instincts tell you
>throwing a bit of web out to hold the cum, you run up to Chrysalis and smear her hindquarters with it before she can even move
>you proceed to run away before she tries to eat you, skittering as fast as all your legs can carry you as she yells and chases after you
>today was a good day

End spider Anon?