Chapter 4 - Bread and Water

Chapter 4 – Bread and Water
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Akara panted, finally having made her way back down onto the forest floor.  Her adrenaline riddled body had carried her far – at least, far enough away from the flames.  In her rash bout of speed, she had failed to pick a viable direction and simply ran.  At the time, any direction that was not towards the fire was a good one.

Breathing heavily, she examined her immediate surroundings.  She was still in a forest, but she was unsure if it was the same forest she had been hunting in.  There were still smells of animals here.  Slowly, she eased herself into a gentle walking pace, looking around for a pond or lake – any source of water.  Even though she had cleansed the devilish powder from her skin, she wanted to ensure that no little surprises awaited her in her hair or any other part of her body for that matter.

It would seem that she was to have no such luck today, finding only a clearing to rest in.  The trees were fairly dense here, seemingly untouched by any civil creatures.  Laying down, she let her full abdomen rest on the cool grass as her armored flap released itself, parting to reveal her soft inner flesh.  Concentrating, she moved the two meals – or rather, what remained of them – to her arachnid stomach.  This was a two-fold strategy: it would allow her to actually reach and manipulate her own nethers, and put pressure on Mila.

The plan worked, and Mila’s feet eventually plopped out of Akara’s none-too-interested vagina.  Reaching down, she pulled with what might she had left, sliding the human out of her body.  The curves of her legs were easy enough, only meeting resistance where they widened up into Mila’s hips.  A bit of force and those too were set free, squelching back out into the world.  Her hips having escaped combining with the added pressure of two full meals in Akara’s abdomen managed to squirt Mila out completely.

Once the human was free of the drider, Akara idly let her armored flap snap back up into position, forming its tight seal once more.  Still breathing heavily, albeit slower now, Akara reached down, cradling the human’s head.  Her body was soaking with Akara’s pleasures along with her own sweat.  Drider were, in fact, not cold blooded.  Being surrounded by hot, slick flesh, on top of having the core temperature raised significantly due to the adrenaline fueled run, must’ve done a number on the girl.

“Mila?” Akara rasped, gently slapping her cheek.  “Girl, wake up.”

The human stirred, earning a groan from her own body.  She had been cramped, shaken, and essentially baked for Gias only knows how long.  Coughing, she rolled over onto her front, sputtering up the juices she’d managed to get caught up in her mouth.  Moaning along with her aching body, she returned to her previous position – lying on her back, staring straight up at Akara.

“What happened?” she finally asked, mind still hazed by heat and aches.

“I had to hide you from the heat,” the drider simply stated, trying desperately to ignore the fact that the majority of the juices that covered the human were her own pleasures.  “It was not my first choice,” she continued, lying through her teeth.  It was either her lower lips or her upper lips – one way or the other, there was no way Mila was getting out of that fiery tomb without being inside the drider.

“Where are we?”

“I do not know,” Akara grudgingly admitted, looking around.  “I have not been to this part of the forest – we are well beyond my old web.”

Mila sat up, giving the area a good once over herself.  It wasn’t familiar, but she was confident they would manage to find a way out of this.  Mind a bit clearer, she began to take stock of their current situation.  Standing up, the cool breeze of the forest reminded her just how warm she had been previously, giving her a brief laps of shivers.

Her own body was in fine shape, aside from being covered in sexual juices and still trying to cool itself down.  Well, mostly.  The dress she had been wearing was dry as it was before she went in – and it seemed to be cooling her down.  That would be something to ponder with Akara later, after they’d gotten their bearings.  After shaking and wiping off a bit of the juices, Mila turned her attention to Akara.

Looking the tired drider over, she winced at her condition.  Her human skin was bright red, like her own had been in her younger years when she laid out in the sun too long.  Her armored arachnid hide seemed fine, a few patches of ash here and there, but they didn’t appear to be Akara’s ashes.  Likely something from the forest or their hasty exit.  Closer inspection led her to a crimson trickle that was running down Akara’s right side – sliding off of her human back and onto her arachnid abdomen.

“Akara,” she said, approaching the drider, “you’re hurt.”

“What do you mean, girl?” the drider asked, her annoyance returning once more.  She was in no mood to play the game of tongues and questions right now.

“You’re bleeding,” she continued, crouching next to Akara’s side.  She examined the source of the blood – a deep gash along her side.  “You’ve been stabbed!” she determined, cursing the hunting party.

“How big is the cut?” Akara asked, turning her head towards Mila as best she could.  Despite her raw power and size, she still had the same limited range of motion that humans suffered in certain areas.  She felt Mila press her fingers above and below the wound, wincing in pain as she estimated the size.

“As big as my hand is wide,” she said, holding her hand out for Akara to see.

“Then I will be fine,” Akara continued, stretching her sore body out.  Of course, the gash hurt, but if it was only as deep as Mila’s small hands, it was nothing to be overly concerned about.

“Will you at least allow me to dress it?  It could get infected.”

“Fine, fine,” Akara submitted, spinning up a small amount of silk.  “But we will treat them as drider are taught, not as humans are.” The human nodded in agreement – to little effect, her head was still in the drider’s blind spot.  Once the silk was spun up, Akara handed it to Mila with one of her rear legs.

“What do I do?” she inquired, holding the hefty amount of fine silk.

“The soft bit at the end – place that directly onto my wound.”  The human obeyed, fear creeping into her mind as Akara yelped while she performed the actions.  “Now,” the drider continued, her teeth grinding as she spoke.  “Wrap the remainder of the silk around my front and tie it down on top of the wound.”  Once more, Mila did as she was told, wrapping the silken bandage around Akara’s chest.  The bandage wound up running snugly under Akara’s hefty breasts, pulling them up slightly as Mila tightened the bandage.

“Done,” she stated, backing away to admire her handiwork.  “How does it feel?”

“Aside from the now constant stinging of silk on my skin,” the predator growled, “I believe you have sufficiently wrapped the injury.  Satisfied?”

“Yes,” Mila said, returning to Akara’s front so that she could see her.  “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to get infected.”

Akara growled as she looked at the timid human, rolling her arms in place a bit.  “I know,” she eventually replied.  “It is not your fault that I am injured.”  The drider paused before continuing, considering her words.  That statement had been a lie as well – she knew very well that the hunting party was after the human.  It was entirely Mila’s fault that they found her burrow and were able to injure her.  “I am… pleased you place my health in such high regard.”

Mila said nothing, still unsure what she was to do now.  Finally deciding to look back up at the battered drider, another thought entered her mind.

“What about your meals?”

Akara looked down at her now flat belly, still aware of the occupants in her abdomen.  “I still have what remains of the two I had before we left.  They will sustain me for a while longer,” she stated, patting her abdomen.  “But, I did not manage to bring any others with me.”

Mila cocked her head slightly, curious.  “What now then?”

“Don’t worry, I don’t intend to eat you,” the drider reassured.  “At least, not yet.”

“If not me, then what?”

“This forest is still lively – it may not even be the same forest that I originally burrowed into.  I will catch food for the both of us – we will be fine.”

Mila gulped at the thought of another meal of Akara’s.  Perhaps she could gather some fruits or berries before the drider attempted to feed her again?  At the very least, she could catch something smaller than her first meal – something easier to swallow.

“What about your skin?” she continued, still trying to assess their situation.

“I have no doubt my body will mend.  I have never been burned like this before,” she said, holding her arms out to look at how pink she had gotten.  “But I am still alive, so I believe I will be fine.”

“Is there any way to be sure?  Perhaps a shaman or medicine man could help you?”

“And what human, aside from yourself, would willingly aid their natural predator?” she scoffed, wincing as her skin stretched and contracted, aggravating the burn.

“I will tell them it is for a friend of mine who cannot travel,” she suggested, eager to assist Akara in any way.

“We will first need to find a medicine man.  Not to mention find out where exactly we are.”

“But if I can get you help, will you let me?”

Akara furrowed her brow, mulling over her options.  Not that there were many to consider.

“Yes.”

“Excellent!”

“For now though,” the drider continued.  “We need to find water.  I am thirsty and need to bathe, just as much as you do.”  Akara gestured towards Mila’s current condition, sticky sexual juices now covering the majority of her body.  Save for where the dress was, of course.  Even being made of drider silk, it could probably use a good wash as well.


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Mila couldn’t help the goosebumps she was getting. Not only was this the first time she’d ever been to another human settlement, this was the first time she’d ever met someone and felt truly alone. Akara was in no condition to save her right now. Both of them were still filthy, and Akara was starting to have trouble moving because of the pain. It was out of desperation and two days’ worth of hunger that Mila had found this particular settlement.

Her hunger was persisiting at the back of her mind as she entered the medical establishment. She had no money to procure services, no friends or friends of friends to lean on for help; and, most importantly, no Akara to protect her. She would have to be truly cunning to get Akara back in action. Bearing all this in mind, she nervously gulped and approached the counter. Ringing the bell, she leaned over as she impatiently awaited service.

When none came, she rang the bell again, this time calling out.

“Hello?” she called, walking behind the desk. “If anyone is here, I need help.” She continued to walk around the building, curious as to the lack of other people. Grabbing the bell, she carried it down the hallway, ringing it as she went. “Hello?” she called out again, her voice starting to tremble. If she couldn’t procure help here, she wasn’t sure what she w-

“The bell works, thank you.”

Mila screamed as the man’s hand covered her own, silencing the bell. She was quick to drop it, spinning around and backing to the nearby wall.

“W-who are you?” she blurted out, suddenly oblivious to where she was.

“I’m the doctor you’ve been calling for,” the elderly man answered. Bending down, he slowly picked up the bell and placed it in his pocket. After the noise maker was put away, he extended his arm to Mila. “I am Iru. What may I call you?”

Mila took a moment to process what was going on. This man’s actions were confusing her, every instinct in her being telling her to keep on her toes. Surely he had an ulterior motive.

“I am Mila.”

“Mila,” Iru repeated, retracting his hand when she made no motion towards it. “Well Ms. Mila, what can I do for you?” he asked, straightening the spectacles that rested upon his soft face.

“Not me,” she paused, her mind proving to move faster than she was. “My friend.”

“Okay, your friend,” he repeated, gesturing towards some place deeper in the building. Mila eventually took the hint, and turned to face where he was indicating. “What has happened to your friend?” he inquired, leading the way down the hall.

“She’s been burned. Badly.”

“Ah. A late night ‘tussle’ near a bonfire I presume?” he chuckled. “You young ones and your energy.”

“Yes,” Mila slowly answered, her mind working furiously to spin up a tale. “Yes, we were spending some time out in the forest. My friend had gotten a fire bomb and wanted to impress me.”

“A fire bomb?” the man repeated, stopping just outside the door of the back room. “In the forest? It’s a miracle you’re not burned yourself! What was your friend thinking when he lit that bomb?”

“He wasn’t,” Mila continued, bowing her head in shame. “Neither of us were. But now he’s hurt, and he needs help.”

“How long ago was this incident?”

“Two, three days at most.”

“Three days?” Iru repeated, his hand rubbing his temples. “You waited three days to get help?”

“He didn’t want anyone to see his shame.”

Iru groaned, thrusting the door open. His walk turned quick and with purpose as he gathered various supplies.

“IF, and I do mean IF your friend survives this, I’ll need to speak to his elder. And yours,” he continued, throwing a stern glance to Mila before continuing. “I don’t know how you managed to get a fire bomb away from the armory, but I suppose that doesn’t matter much now.” He handed Mila various cloth sacks and a few jars, then proceeded to fill his own arms with various substances. “We’ll need to be quick. Lead the way.”

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Mila made sure to stay behind Iru as they trekked into the forest. If this old man got cold feet at the sight of Akara, she wanted to be sure he wouldn’t get far. Akara was in no position to fight off another hunting party, let alone a well-armed human.

“Just how deep into the forest did you and your friend go?” Iru finally asked, his voice heavy from the long walk.

“Not far now,” Mila replied, spotting the clearing where she’d left Akara. “Just there, in that clearing,” she said, nodding her head towards the lack of trees.

The elderly doctor made his way to the clearing, placing his equipment and materials on a stump. He stretched, several joints in his back popping as he worked off what was likely the longest walk he’d had in a while.

“Now, where is your friend?” he asked as Mila placed the materials she’d been given beside the stump.

Before Mila could respond, Akara emerged from the entrance to the clearing, effectively blocking it off. “Right behind you.”

Iru turned, only to find himself face to face with Akara’s ample chest. He blinked, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. Once the spectacles had been returned to their proper place, he looked up to Akara’s head, high above his own. The powerful drider did her best not to display weakness, but it was obvious to anyone that looked closely how much pain she was in.

Her skin was now a dark red, cracks obvious on her arms and sides, a few patches on her face as well. Giving Iru a good long look, she sat down, bringing herself down to his height.

“I thought your friend was a boy?” he stuttered, never taking his eyes off of Akara’s features.

“I never said he was a boy,” Mila corrected, standing up behind Iru. “But I wasn’t lying, she needs your help. Please.” Iru looked Akara’s upper torso over a few more times before continuing his gaze downwards. Her being naked was something Mila hadn’t accounted for in her original plan. Hopefully Iru wouldn’t be too distracted.

“You’re no ordinary human, are you?” he asked, now looking at her arachnid abdomen.

“Hardly,” Akara replied, wincing as a gentle breeze picked up, irritating her skin.

“I suppose we should get to work,” Iru finally stated, turning towards the stump he’d placed his supplies on earlier. Without another word, he opened one of the sacks, draping it over the stump like a table cloth. Kneeling down, he positioned the stump between himself and Akara as he proceeded to mix a few ingredients.

Soon he had a thick, grey paste that he’d poured into a jar, a small wooden applicator sticking out of it. Standing, he approached Akara, his expression and tone just as soft as when he’d met Mila.

“This will hurt,” he said, readying the applicator. “Especially on the skin that has cracked. Are you ready?” Akara merely grunted, raising her arms so that Iru could better access her burnt body. “Very well.”

Slowly, he reached out, applying the cool cream to the first bit of cracked skin he could find – her side. Immediately Akara hissed in pain, a few of her legs spasming on the ground. Still, Iru pressed on, seemingly undaunted by Akara’s reaction. He continued to coat her side, then up to her arm.

As the sun moved across the sky, so did the paste across Akara’s body. When it came time for her face, Akara opted to perform that task herself. She winced when the cream seeped into the cracked skin, but managed to thoroughly coat her softly defined face.

Now having but two swathes of burnt skin to apply, Iru started to walk towards Akara’s back. That is, until he was promptly halted by her rather large hand.

“Mila will cover my back,” she instructed, pushing Iru back to her front. Her condition had been caused by humans – she would not have one she did not trust on her back now. Iru nodded, looking to Mila as she approached. The timid girl took one of the jars of cream, carefully climbing onto Akara’s back. When her hand grabbed Akara’s arm for support, the drider yelped in pain, but held strong.

Mila said nothing, instead choosing to focus on her given task. Having no applicator, she took to her hands, scooping up large globs of the goo and starting with Akara’s shoulders. The drider winced every time her hands made contact with her skin, but she never instructed Mila to stop. Instead, while she was rubbing the stuff into her back, she turned her attention to Iru.

“You may cover my front.”

Iru blushed heavily, knowing full well what she meant. Choosing not to defy the large creature, he decided to make the best of the situation, and rolled up his sleeves. Scooping up large globs of the goo, he reached for her stomach.

“No,” Akara said simply. “Up here.”

“Please, I am but an old man; surely you would rather—“

“Did I stutter?”

Even riddled with pain and weak from hunger, Akara still managed to strike a powerful chord. Iru shook his head, reaching up to her left breast and gently grabbing it. Slowly, he massaged the large mammary, every tendon in his body urging him to squeeze and caress her warm skin. Still, he continued applying the cream thoroughly, even going so far as to coat her nipple.

Once he had finished her left breast, he repeated the process with her right. This felt more like a nightmare than a dream now, having such large, succulent breasts yet being unable to truly appreciate them. His own sexual desire had arisen, but he continued on to her toned stomach without question. While her breasts were a marvel and he would love to truly examine them, it was best to wait; seeing as how one of them could easily knock him out cold.

When he coated her belly, he did so with both hands. Akara, having not eaten for at least two days, could no longer help herself. Her stomach growled loudly – Iru stopping in his tracks as he was shaking away the cream.

“I suppose it is approaching dinner time, isn’t it?” he chuckled nervously, wiping the remaining cream on his pant legs.

The drider said nothing, instead reaching down and pulling the elderly human close. She held him to her front, his head perched between her breasts, his body fully against her stomach as it growled for a second time.

“I suppose I should thank you,” Akara said, her skin still causing her pain as contact was made. She leaned down, resting his head completely between her two breasts. Despite them being completely coated with cream, the effect remained the same. As Iru returned the embrace, she leaned down further and bit his shoulder.

He of course attempted to resist, but quickly fell limp in Akara’s arms. She held him tightly against her front, her stomach growling for a third time as her mouth watered.

“Mila,” she softly beckoned, holding Iru at arm’s length. “Help me disrobe my meal.”

“Akara, are you sure you want to eat him? What if the treatment doesn’t work?”

“I have not eaten in three days. If not him, then you,” she growled, casting an annoyed glance at the relatively petite human. “I can feel my body accepting his treatment; I believe it to be working.” Her stomach growled again, and she could resist no more.

She hoisted the man up, his limp face struck with fear as she opened her mouth. Without warning nor fanfare, his head was stuffed into her drooling maw, burn cream and all. She did not wait to savor his taste, instead greedily stuffing more of him into her awaiting maw. As her throat bulged with his head, she winced with pain. Despite her previous statement, her skin was still causing her much pain as it stretched around her meal.

Mila was quick to assist, hoisting Iru’s legs up above her head. While she slowly walked forward, she removed Iru’s shoes, letting them fall back behind her as his journey into her belly continued. Once his hips were in, she gulped hard, wanting to end his journey as quickly as possible. Tears were welling up in her eyes as her belly grew to accommodate her appetite, stretching the still healing skin.

Finally his feet disappeared into her mouth, a light moan escaping her lips as her meal slid quickly into her belly. She winced in pain once more as her belly reached the maximum girth it required for her current meal. Sighing, she scooted herself towards the stump, the cool grass relieving on her abdomen. In doing so, she managed to trap Mila between her now full belly and the ground, but paid that particular fact little mind.

Right now, she wanted to rest, if not to sleep. Mila would be protected under her body at the very least, and she may even grow to appreciate a full meal even more once her venom wore off.

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Anna knocked at the door of her father’s clinic.  It wasn’t like him to be late to their weekly dinner; nor was it like his clinic to be closed for more than a few hours… Assuming he hadn’t heard her at the door, she let herself in.

“Father?” she called, making her way behind the counter.  “Father, are you here?” Again, her words echoed back to her own ears.  The door to the back room was slightly ajar, goosebumps starting to form on Anna’s skin.  She opened the door completely, finding evidence to support the hair on her neck now standing on end.

Iru was organized, annoyingly so.  The various medicines, pastes and powders strewn about would have any newcomer second guessing that assumption though.  He wouldn’t leave like this unless someone needed some kind of serious help.  Kneeling down, she picked up a sack that had fallen on the floor, gently setting it back on the pile it belonged to.

Continuing to scour the room, Anna’s mind turned to her father’s assistant, Aslor.  If something was wrong, the fairy knew to come find her.  She tore through the rest of the various objects that had wound up on the floor.  A cracked jar here, a collection of vials there.  None were what she sought though – fairy dust.  If she could find fairy dust, it would mean that Aslor had been injured in some way, and she might yet find it within herself to forgive the rash fairy.

“Aslor!” she called out, tossing various bandage wraps from the disarray that was the floor.  “Aslor, where are you!”  Her tone probably wasn’t helping her cause, but she didn’t care.  Despite her sex drive, even the audacious fairy knew when to be serious.  “Aslor, I don’t have time for this!  Where are you?”

There!  Movement!  Anna practically pounced on the jiggling little sack, her hands quick to clasp around its opening.  Her legs struggled to find stable ground amongst the pile of supplies, but she eventually made her way to a shaky standing position.  Cupping the sack, she used another hand to pull the top open, exposing its contents.

“Anna?” the tiny fairy yawned, blinking sleep from her eyes.  “Whassa matter?” she continued, blinking up lazily at the human.  Once her eyes focused, allowing her to see the near burning glare that the human was casting, the fairy snapped to alertness so hard it made Anna cringe.  “Iru!”  Her wings spread quickly as she prepared to take off.

Rather, she would’ve, had Anna not pinched the transparent, sensitive membrane between her thumb and forefinger.  Dropping the sack of powder to the floor, Anna held Aslor up by her wings, suspending the fairy at eye level.  The fairy grimaced at the grip she was now in, but shuddered openly when Anna inhaled and exhaled – slowly.

“Explain.”

Aslor gulped, hearing the relatively large molars of her current captor’s mouth grind against each other.  “I-I’m sorry, I—“

“I don’t want excuses right now, I want to find Iru!”

Aslor’s body curled slightly at the outburst, her ears ringing as she restarted her explanation.  “S-some girl came in and asked for help!  That’s the last thing I remember!”

“You remember?  What do you mean, you remember?!”

“I took a nap, okay!” Aslor shouted back.  She wasn’t Iru’s keeper, though she did feel responsible for not alerting Anna sooner.  While they didn’t exactly see eye to eye, it was an almost unspoken rule that the fairy would be Iru’s assistant.  If she was to get any favors from Anna, nothing should happen to Iru.

Oops.

“I didn’t mean to… Some girl in a white dress followed him in.  I was too tired to do anything else!”

Anna’s expression soured at the fairy’s weak excuse.  She was probably getting into powders she didn’t need to – like the aphrodisiac she had discovered last time she’d forgotten to check in.

“You’re going to help me find him,” she said flatly, putting perhaps a bit too much pressure on the poor fairy’s wings.  Aslor yelped, nodding quickly in hopes of freedom.  Instead, Anna took some twine and wrapped it around the fairy’s middle.  Looping it around one of her legs for good measure, she wrapped the excess material around her wrist.  “And there will be no weaseling out of it this time.”

The fairy groaned once her wings were released, fluttering quickly to get blood back into them.  Once she was stable, her humming bird like wings brought her back up to Anna’s eye level.  With a huff, she landed squarely on Anna’s right shoulder, fidgeting with the twine to get comfortable.  Without much warning, Anna took off at a brisk walk out of Iru’s medicinal facility.

“Where did he go?” she asked Aslor, shoving her opinions on the tiny species to the back of her mind.  She’d work up a punishment for the fairy after they found Iru.

Aslor closed her eyes, her body shimmering as her magic riled up within her.  Bits of golden particulates shot through the air like a web, all of them dull.  All, save for one.  Tugging on this particular strand with her mind, Aslor found the soul she was looking for.  It was too far away to get a good read on, but she had an idea.  Opening her eyes, she took off of Anna’s shoulder, flying ahead of the human.

“This way.”

Of course, the fairy wasn’t in near as much of a hurry as Anna was.  Why would she be?  She knew this wasn’t her fault, and she didn’t intend to lose any sleep over Anna being upset.  The girl was always upset, never trusting nature to take care of her or her family.  How humans could function with so much worry on their shoulders was beyond the tiny creature, but she shrugged it off.

So long as she got to play with them, it didn’t matter.  Exploring humans was fun!  Despite her urges, Aslor had managed to avoid laying an egg for nearly two years now.  Sooner or later she would have her fun and leave a surprise for Anna.  Maybe raising a fairy would open her mind up a little bit more?  She had picked out a few good places to drop her egg too…

Well, at least she would laugh when the egg hatched in her boob.  The thought of an immature fairy wrestling to get out of Anna’s breast threw Aslor into a fit of giggles, with just a touch of arousal.

“Aslor!” the human hissed, yanking the fairy’s twine binding.  “Focus!”

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts once more, Aslor resumed leading the human in the direction of her kin’s soul.  She was going to enjoy her nightly session thoroughly when this was all over… In Anna’s breakfast cup, she decided.  The human’s panties had been abused enough without her knowledge, it was time to get a bit bolder.

After this dreadfully long trek, that is.  If this soul strand was to be trusted.  Just how far could one old human wander?


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“Wait,” the tiny fairy said, her face skewing into a rather uncomfortable gaze. “Something’s wrong.”

“What do you mean ‘something’s wrong’?” Anna repeated. The sun was already far too low in the sky for any of the fairy’s nonsense.

“There’s another soul.”

“What?”

“Another soul. It’s almost like one is tangled up in the other,” the fairy explained, her eyes glazed over with more intense magic. Using more of her magic at one time than she’d intended to, the small being tried to sort out which was which.

“And you’re only just now seeing this?”

“They’re really tangled, okay!” the fairy snapped, her arms flailing around as she fruitlessly tried to separate the two strands.

“Whatever. So, what does it mean if two souls are ‘tangled’?”

“One is fucking the other,” the fairy commented. Even in her thick haze of magic, she could feel the glare the human was burning into her. “Or two souls are becoming one.”

“And just what does that mean?”

“I dunno,” Aslor shrugged, rubbing her eyes to clear the magic a bit. “I’ve never actually seen what two souls getting tangled looks like. Guess we’re gonna find out though, huh?”

Anna didn’t dignify the fairy’s comment with a retort; instead continuing her march forward. If something had happened to her father, she might just kill the fairy. Spying a clearing in the distance, the human made the decision to stop there. This was going on long enough.

“We’ll take a break up in this clearing,” she announced, pulling herself through the knee high brush that seemed to guard the entrance. “For your sake, I hope you’re losing your touch with magic.”

“Hey!” the fairy barked, shaking the magic from her eyes. Rather than getting herself worked up at such a lame insult, the fairy found herself enthralled by a smell wafting through the air.

The silence of course caught Anna’s attention. Aslor was never this quiet.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Do you smell that?”

The human sniffed the air curiously, only the faintest of smells tingling in her nostrils. Closing her eyes, Anna focused on the strange, almost tangy smell that was lofting about. Turning, she opened her eyes once more, finding a… peculiar scene.

“By Gias,” she mumbled, her nature bringing her closer to the tangled web of bodies. Slowly, her brain managed to work out what seemed to belong where.

“That’s a big spider,” Aslor murmured, all form of confidence having left her voice. If there was one thing that could easily shut a fairy up, it was a spider. Small ones were threating enough on their own – she’d had nightmares about big spiders. Seeing such a horror before her very eyes was almost enough to paralyze her with fear.

Almost.

“There’s a person in there somewhere,” Anna stated, her voice growing more urgent. If this thing was awake, she was likely a meal at best, an annoyance at worst.

“More than one,” the fairy corrected, magic glazing over her eyes. “I spy at least two souls.”

“At least?”

“There are more, but I can’t tell what went wrong. It’s like they’re all just shadows or something.”

“Help!”

The third voice in the air caught both Aslor and Anna off guard. Squinting, the human was able to make out legs buried under what she could only describe as a pile of flesh. Two legs were sticking out from under the rather round blob, wiggling desperately to get free.

Without much consideration for herself, Anna quickly made her way over to the mass. Grabbing the legs that were twitching, she began pulling. Whoever this was, was either heavy or wedged under something heavy. Considering the pile of pale flesh, it was likely the latter. As the human tugged the other human to freedom, she had a chance to examine the pile of flesh.

The more she tugged, the more uncomfortable she felt being this close to the pile. The human she was tugging was trapped under another, much larger human. Rather, the belly of a much larger human. What disturbed her more, was that the bigger human didn’t appear to have any legs.

Nor the giant spider a head.

With one final tug, the trapped human was flung backwards onto Anna, landing with a heavy thud. Groaning and gasping, Anna rolled her new ward off to her side. Coughing and catching her own breath, the rather small rescue made it to her knees as well.

“Thank you,” she coughed, sitting upright. It only took her a moment to catch her breath before an obvious urgency overtook her voice. “Hurry,” she said, rising to her feet. “We have to get out of here, now!”

“Now hold on just a minute.”

“Didn’t you hear me? Now! Do you want to be eaten?!”

“Eaten?” Anna repeated, ignoring her frantic fairy tumbling about in the grass. “What do you mean ‘eaten’?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” came a third, powerful voice. A large hand accompanied the voice, resting heavily on Anna’s shoulder. The human only had a moment to scream in terror before the drider bit into her shoulder, injecting her powerful venom.

Watching Anna fall to the ground, Aslor did the only thing that came to her mind: she screamed. The human that had been rescued was quick to identify the source of the noise, pouncing on the smaller humanoid. Aslor yelped as her wings were smashed once more, her tiny body tossed about in the scuffle.

Her imprisoning twine now wrapped securely around her legs, waist, chest and wings, Aslor squirmed in the damp grass. A new captor was the last thing she needed; not to mention she liked Anna. At least a little.

As she was roughly handled by the ‘rescued’ human, Aslor’s life flashed before her eyes. Eighty years was hardly a long life for a fairy – she hadn’t even properly mated yet! Her mind was yanked back to the present when she found the sun shining down around the head of her captor. Blinking into focus, she found a soft face, but no look of concern was upon it.

“It’s a fairy,” the human said, her thumb securing the fairy’s legs in her palm.

“Of course it’s a fairy, what else would be that small?”

“I’m going to eat it, of course.”

“E-eat me?!” Aslor chimed in, squirming in her tangled bonds to see the source of the more powerful voice.

“Either she winds up in my belly, or yours,” the voice stated. Aslor heard the human gulp, ceasing the fairy’s search. The human’s eyes scoured the fairy, her expression proving difficult for the fairy to decipher. Hoping for compassion, Aslor put on her best ‘damsel in distress’ eyes she could.

Feeling gravity shift, Aslor found herself mushed right up against the human’s chest. The soft breasts were a nice distraction from her current predicament, but didn’t last as long as she’d hoped.

“Yours it is.”

“Thank you, Akara.”

“I want to see it wind up inside you. Now.”

The silence that followed hung in the air just long enough to give the fairy hope. Maybe she could live to see three hundred?

Slowly, the fairy was lowered rather than raised, one hand now holding her like a small dagger. Twisting and turning, she managed to find the source of the other voice. That’s why her heart stopped beating for a solid minute right then and there. It had to be.

How could a human that stunning be attached to something that terrifying?

Drider were myths! Legends used to scare small fae into staying with the swarm!

She wasn’t granted much time to think about it though. Her head was suddenly gripped by a tight ring of flesh. Her yelp was muffled by the flesh she now found herself headfirst in, her wriggling still limited by the twine. There was some arguing by the big voice, followed by a silent response from her captor.

Well, silent on the outside.

Aslor found herself quickly and roughly thrust up into the human. It was dark, wet, and smelled of rampant arousal. Praise the isles, she was going to live! Or, at the very least, die pretty happy. Gravity shifted again, wedging her now firmly in the girls nethers. Blinking some magic into her eyes, she looked around the fleshy tunnel.

The poor girl had never had something as big as Aslor inside her before.

From the wet tickling at her feet, she likely wouldn’t get the chance if she didn’t hurry up. Something big, wet and strong was lapping at her ankles. No! She won’t die to a spider, and she sure as sin won’t die to a spider-human hybrid! That was the only thing she could picture as the owner of what had to be a tongue.

Using all the magic she could muster, Aslor launched herself further into the human. The pink walls were pushed and shoved aside, allowing the fairy entrance into a rather tight embrace. With her feet now securely enveloped by the human’s folds, Aslor took a brief moment to breath. The scent she was being assaulted with was intoxicating, but fear of death was driving her to focus.

It plunged into her forethought even harder when she felt the twine tug her back down. Focusing all of her might, she rammed herself further up into the girl. This time she heard the moan of pleasure, even buried this deep in flesh. She wiggled and thrashed, desperate to use the human’s walls to slide the twine off.

As she struggled, slipping slowly from the twine, she could feel herself being pulled down. Her magic was powerful, but not powerful enough to overpower this demon that wanted her. She cursed Anna’s name for the twine, rocking herself to and fro to work it further down. Once her arms were free, she pushed the twine down further like a dress.

All this activity hadn’t gone unnoticed by her host. As she kicked the majority of the twine off, leaving a strand wrapped around her leg, the wet walls clamped down on her. A rush of fluid from above shot down around her. The sudden, copious amount of fluid faltered what grip Aslor did have. All too quickly, the fairy found the cold sting of outside air as her ankles were pulled out of the girl.

Not to say she wasn’t trying to keep the fairy anchored. Judging by the amount of fluid that had just washed over her though, the fairy got the distinct impression that her savior was distracted. Reaching down, the fairy bumbled to remove the twine from her leg, eventually sliding it down with the aid of various sexual juices and her own perspiration.

Once she was free of the twine, she leapt back up what any and all magic she had left, earning yet another douse of arousal from her savior. She climbed and pulled herself upwards, her magic allowing her to adhere to the wet walls. Not to mention her captor’s apparent desire to have the fairy tugged deeper – that may have had a hand in helping her up. So to speak.

At least she was out of immediate danger. So long as her savior wasn’t eaten by the spider monster, she would be alright. No matter what though, the fairy knew she owed this human her life. Whatever wish she wanted, Aslor was at this particular human’s beck and call.

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The drider sighed, her burns finally healed from whatever cream her previous meal had applied.  Her bath would have to wait it seemed, the resin becoming a thick, unmoving paste.  It was beginning to lose its charm, despite having healed her skin.  She grabbed a hefty handful of the goo, slinging it to the ground with a squish.

She looked down to Mila, the human writhing around on the ground.  Of course she would save the fairy.  Of course she wouldn’t eat the pest like she was instructed.  And of course magic was going to be involved now.

The drider stretched, each of her legs extending to their fullest before returning her to her still impressive height.  Slowly, she shook the thick mass from her body, flaking it off in solid globs.  It was still covering her in patches, but her skin was refreshed with the gentle wisp of the forest air.  Refreshing though it was, her slow exhale brought her back to her current predicament – the pest and her pet.

She reached down, hoisting the human up and placing her on the stump.  Her tiny frame was still squirming around, the occasional bump in her belly showing up through her dress.  Mila opened her eyes, prematurely wincing from whatever Akara was cooking up.

“I’m sorry!” the human blurted out, instinctively raising her arms to defend herself.  Akara’s hands made contact, but not with near the force that Mila had been expecting.  Instead, she pushed her arms back down – gently even.

“You disobeyed me,” the drider said simply, her hands still on Mila’s arms.  “However,” she continued, her voice more present than before.  “Seeing all that you have done for me so far, I will consider the pest your reward.  Her life is yours to do with as you please.” The drider removed her hands from the human, folding them across her chest instead.  “So long as I do not find her alone.”

Mila’s defensive curl unfurled, her belly twitching slightly.  Something wasn’t right.

“N… no punishment?” she asked, dumbfounded.

“I better not see your fairy alone,” Akara repeated, turning to examine the forest beyond the enclosure that had become her temporary nest.  She was going to have fun with the little pest for certain, maybe play a few games with Mila and her new pet.  For now though, she needed to get cleaned up.

“The village you found,” Akara continued, her mind shifting to more pressing matters.  “Did it have any water?”  She still needed to get away from that hunting party and set up a new hunting grounds.  While individual humans weren’t so much of a threat, hordes of them with that fire powder were another matter…

“It d-did,” Mila stuttered, her passenger still squirming within her depths.

“Straighten up,” Akara commanded, watching the human squirm.  “The movement is something you’re going to have to get used to since you decided to keep the pest.”

“Pest?”

“The fairy that currently resides inside you,” the drider gestured.  “You know nothing of the fae, do you?”  The drider scoffed as the human squirmed further, the fairy eventually slowing its movements.  “You probably think she’ll grant you some kind of wish or power for saving her, don’t you?”  Mila’s silence was all the conformation the drider needed.
“Fae,” she continued, circling the bow-legged human, “live off of energy.  Sexual energy.”  She stopped circling, standing behind the girl.  Slowly, she ran her hands down from Mila’s shoulders to the gentle inward curve of her middle.  “I have a feeling you’ll be feeding her for quite some time.  Doubtful she’ll be returning the favor any time soon.”

Mila’s heart sank a little.  She’d merely wanted to avoid having to eat the tiny person, now she was apparently going to have to live with it.  One day she would learn that Akara had wisdom she lacked about strange or exotic creatures.  If the squirming in her nethers was any indication, it was wisdom she could definitely use.  She looked down, feeling the resilient little creature settle into her body.  Maybe she could bargain with it?

“I’ve heard stories, you know,” Akara continued, enjoying the human’s squirming.  “Fae will use their magic to extend pleasure of their hosts.  Unfortunately,” the drider sighed, looking off to the distance.  “Drider are immune to magic, so they don’t last as long with us.” Slowly, Akara looked back down to Mila, her grin ever so slightly wider.  “That doesn’t mean we don’t know how to… enjoy such treats.”

“T-then why do you c-ca—ahhh,” Mila moaned, the fairy moving about within her.  “W-why do you call them pests?”

“Because,” Akara answered, her grin turning to a grimace, “they’re small and hard to control when slick.  Once they’re in, they’re rather difficult to get rid of, unless certain, precautions are taken.”  The drider’s grimace turned further sour, “and they tend to attract others.  While swarms are pleasurable at first, they grow frustrating quickly.”

Mila said nothing, now realizing the creature she had deemed so innocent might have ulterior motives.  Gauging from the motion in her nethers, she probably wasn’t far off.  Despite Akara’s information about the fairy, Mila was still convinced that the one she had saved wasn’t going to match up to the drider’s description.  She just needed some time away from Akara to talk to the fairy.

“It’s a lesson that has to be learned rather than taught, I suppose,” the drider shrugged, turning her attention back to more pressing matters.  If she had to put up with feeling this… sticky for much longer, no amount of meals would ever make her feel clean again.  Some silken cloth might do the trick, but she was in no condition to produce that amount of silk right now.

Recovering from the burns she had received had taken more out of the drider than she’d anticipated, leaving her hungry yet again.  She needed to be careful now, given her current size and appetite.  If she continued to eat when her body demanded it, she would soon find herself too large to sustain.  A drider too big for her own body…

It was a fate the elders warned of early on – the final test to prove oneself as a strong member of the clutch.  A drider’s body belongs to and obeys the drider, not the other way around.  Drider that gave in to their cravings and ate when their bodies demanded too often came back to the nest in search of more food.  No matter how much they ate, it was never enough.

Shuddering at the thought of starving to death in her own body, Akara decided to try and focus on cleaning herself up.  She was going to haft to start thinking a bit more tactically if she wanted to survive.  Maybe the fairy could be of some use after all… Fae were just small enough that they were easy to move around, and they reproduce like wildfire.  Where there was one fairy, there were more nearby.  A simple, renewable meal…

For now though, she had to take care of her future meal.  Wrapped neatly in webbing, the girl remained motionless, save for breathing.


“Will you be interfering with my own meals as well as your own?”

“N-no, Akara,” the human stumbled, her hands both on her abdomen.

“Excellent.  Perhaps we can extract some information from it before I hunger again,” she said, rubbing her tone stomach.  Just information, not skipping a meal.

Just information.