not that kind of girl

CWs: monsterfucking (drider on human), non-con/rape, intoxication, drugging, oviposition, forced impregnation, referenced lesbophobia and anti-butch sentiments, implied ‘she comes around to it’ mindbreak vibe, complete disregard to actual spider reproduction and ovipositor function for sex reasons

Everyone was meant to be careful during drider season. Well, people always said “everyone”, but really they meant pretty young women. Driders disguised themselves as humans or regular elves, and seduced the most beautiful lady in the village. Then she’d disappear for two weeks. Eventually she would come back, mostly unharmed (physically at least), and the family would pretend it was a preplanned time away with relatives if she was still unmarried. It just happened, not quite every year but every two or three perhaps. Discussed in hushed tones between friends, gossip behind closed doors. But it was always women, always the pretty ones. Some girls got told to be wary of new strangers in town as they hit their teenage years. Everyone understood the implications.

Nat was not the type of girl who got veiled warnings about her safety at night, or cautioned about flirting with travellers at the tavern. Well, Nat did get told off for that once, but only because she’d slept with a girl the innkeeper’s boy had his eye on. But it wasn’t like he was going to say anything about it, it would be mortifying for the poor man, so she hadn’t really paid attention. She wasn't the tallest, but she was as strong as half the men in the village, and far more popular too. Not that other women would be seen with her. Everyone knew, but it was one of those unspoken things. That's Nat, the smith's daughter. Yeah, she was with Ellen the other week. People had stopped asking her father when she'd be getting married. At this point he'd all but promised her inheritance of the family business over her younger brother, and nobody would blame him: Nat was vastly more competent than Eric.

There was always an influx of traders around August, making the most of the summer circuit’s freedom before the harvest season rolled around. Nat was haunting the inn since it was her brother’s turn to clean the workshop that night. Despite the incident with her son, Mrs Broadfields seemed to like Nat, and they’d often spend a night chatting at the inn when she wasn’t serving other clients. She’d complain about her husband, or the young barmaid they were training, and Nat would tell stories about beating her brother at yet another physical contest he’d drummed up while at the forge. Those days were probably numbered—he was barely 16 and growing fast—so she made the most of winning while she could. Unfortunately, Thea (the young barmaid who Mrs Broadfields loved to run her mouth about) was working that night, so Nat was out of luck. She didn’t feel like rehashing that it was over between them yet another time. It wasn't like Thea ever wanted to do anything other than sneak over in the dead of night anyway, she had no business being so cut up about Nat ending things. She took her pint quickly before conversation could start and span to survey the room. She’d noticed a group of merchants from out of town earlier, and figured they might be good for a game of cards. But as she looked for them, someone else caught her eye.

A tall, slender woman—definitely elven—gave her a small smile. Nat didn’t recognise her, but she looked to be dressed like a silk-merchant, maybe. She was definitely older than Nat. She’d never been good at the year conversions, but if she had to put a human age to it, this woman was in her mid-thirties—maybe pushing forty? Returning the smile, Nat walked over and set herself down across from the lady
“Enjoying our lovely village?”
“I’ve certainly passed through worse places, though it’s a little quiet here for my tastes”
“You sound like you’re from one of the big ports”
“Good guess” The woman tilted her glass towards Nat before taking a sip, “I hail from Dawn’s Bay”
“Never been. Never really left this place unless you count delivering an axe to the next village over”
“That’s a shame, I do love getting to travel” The woman looked her up and down. Nat felt the weight of her lingering gaze, “You’re still young, you’ll get a chance to see the world yet”
“I hope so. Best time of year right now really, with all you traders coming through. At worst I’ll get a good game of cards or an arm wrestle to pass the evening by”
“And at best?” The woman asked.
“Well… “ Nat took a sip of her drink, “Maybe we’ll find out”
“What’s your name? I’m Rosha”
“Nat” She offered a hand. Rosha’s handshake was surprisingly firm, and her hands were cold. Before Nat could comment, she said
“You’re so warm. It’s very pleasant”
“It’ll be spending all day in the workshop - I’m a blacksmith. Or I will be, my dad still runs the shop for now. Heat of the fires just never leaves you after a while”
“I’m pleased to hear he’s letting you follow in his footsteps. That was unheard of when I was your age”
“I mean, don’t know what else he would have done with me. Do I seem like I’d make a good housewife to you?”
“I don’t know,” Rosha mused, “I’d certainly feel safe. And you seem very capable”
Nat blushed. She wasn’t used to other women being more brazen than herself, though it happened on occasion. What she wouldn’t give to visit one of those big cities. It was always women who came through from the big ports or even the capital who would flirt without hesitation. It was also far less often that they had husbands trailing behind them at every turn. If they did they were often content to leave their wife with another woman for the night. Even a woman like Nat.

“You must be handy though, travelling alone?”
“I can take care of myself, yes” Rosha nodded, “But we basically all travel in a group anyway - it’s all the same route, we see each other every year. It’s like I grew up with some of the others at this point”
“Been a good one for business?”
Rosha laughed
“It’s been fine, but I would really rather talk about anything other than work, especially with someone like you. Can I buy you another drink?”
Nat downed the last third of her pint
“I’d be honoured” She replied, handing the tankard over to Rosha.
“You’re very sweet” Rosha stood up and turned to go to the bar. Her skin looked almost grey, it was so pale. It shimmered under the warm light of the candles and the hearth in a strange way. Nat couldn’t remember if she’d met many elves before. A few, to be sure, but they didn’t come up this way too often. She was unusually tall, taller than almost everyone else in the room apart from a couple of the biggest men. Berno from the cow farm,one of the nicer men around town, jovially betting with some other merchants across the room, was around her height, and he was a head and a half taller than Nat herself. As she saw Rosha return from the bar, she took a breath to steady herself.

The night passed in a rush, Nat listening with rapt attentiveness to Rosha’s stories of the cities and life on the road. Rosha seemed charmed by Nat’s stories about her home life, laughing softly at the various misadventures of Nat’s younger brother. For her part, she said she came from a big family, but it seemed like that was … complicated. Nat couldn’t make full sense of the situation, but it seemed like Rosha lived most of her life quite away from them, essentially a woman of independent means. She knew so much of the world; she drew Nat a whole map of the country practically from memory, described the journey from Ferncombe to Dawn’s Bay in distance, terrain, her various encounters with bandits and how she’d bested them. Nat was completely wrapped up in her tales, and by the time the tavern was starting to close, she was still entirely focussed on Rosha. Obviously she was not the kind of woman Nat would ever be: she was tall, pretty, feminine, and clearly came from money. But her independence was inspiring. Nat wished she could travel and just move through the world as she pleased, much as she loved working the forge. There had to be places with more room for her than Ferncombe could muster.

Mostly though, she just wanted to keep spending time with Rosha, and hearing her talk. Her voice landed smoothly on the ear, and it made Nat’s heart flutter, just a little. She was beautiful, had become only more so throughout the course of the evening. She’d barely even drunk that much—what, three pints? But even so, the world was starting to spin around the spot where she and Rosha stood. As they left the inn, Rosha put an arm around her, as though she knew Nat needed steadying. It felt like molten metal dancing across her upper arm, the way she was so aware of every spot where Rosha’s skin made contact with her own. As they got clear of the crowd slowly exiting the inn, she turned to Rosha to ask her …. To ask… to ask …

Then the haziness completely overcame her.

Sticky and yet dry was the strange texture Nat awoke to. She’d never felt anything like it before, but it was enveloping her, clinging to her bare skin all the way up to her neck, where mercifully she was free to breathe still. She couldn’t move either, she realised, and at that panic started to rise through her body. She was not strong enough to break through her restraints, though she still couldn’t help but struggle, trying to force her way out in time with her heart trying to pummel through the front of her ribcage.

She was smart enough to know not to scream. If someone had gotten her this far, screaming would only make whatever was coming next worse. Still, Nat had never wanted to scream more in her life. As she finally forced her still-heavy eyes open, all she could see was an empty cave, lit by unfamiliar looking paper lamps. It was unexpectedly warm, for a cave, but nonetheless she had no clues as to where she was, or how she might leave. Her brain still felt not quite right - like parts of it kept turning off and then back on again, and she couldn’t quite focus, or remember, or put together how it came to be that she was here, suspended above the floor of a cave.

Suspended. Right.

As she was starting to piece together where she had been when she was last conscious, Nat’s attention was grabbed by a scuttling behind her. Not a scuttling like she’d ever heard before. It sounded big, whatever it was. She tried to stop panicking, to take deep slow breaths against the pressure of the webs binding her body. She’d find a way out. She always did. There would be a moment of weakness, where she could strike at whatever had taken her as its prey. There always was. There was always a way out. She steadied herself, trying to shake off the grogginess and be ready to react. Some of the sheer fear subsided now that she at least knew the threat was in the room with her. What else was there to do but fight?

“It seems I dosed you a little heavily, I’m terribly sorry”

Just like that, the familiar voice completely shattered the calm that Nat had managed to claw together. She was thrown back into chaos as she remembered Rosha, and the night before, or most of the night until they left the inn, and then there was nothing, but-

It was not just a familiar voice, but a familiar face—sort of, at least. Rosha walked past underneath her, turning around to view her captive. She was almost the same person from last night, if you ignored the additional sets of eyes and the giant, smooth arachnid body that grew out from below her waist. Her silk-merchant’s robes still adorned her torso in part, and she was still intoxicatingly beautiful, though Nat was beginning to suspect that maybe something was addling her brain in that regard.

She could barely think of anything to say. The situation was patently obvious to her, and now that she knew, what could she even do? No human could break drider webbing without a good quality knife—the kind of knife that Nat did carry, but her clothes had clearly been removed while she was out cold. Rosha must have undressed her before imprisoning her in these webs, and that in itself made her spine tingle uncomfortably.

“Still a little foggy?” Rosha asked with concern, “I can get you some water”
“How nice” Nat managed to spit back
“I can’t be having a weak brood mother now can I?” She responded with an intense sweetness, and Nat felt like she’d taken a shot to the stomach, hard enough to nearly make her sick
“I- I can’t believe it” Nat said disgustedly, trying to hide her fear
“Oh, you really don’t know what to do, do you?” Rosha laughed in amusement, “I don’t know why you’re so upset with me. Didn’t you have a nice time last night?”
“You fucking drugged me!”
“There’s so much prejudice toward driders” Rosha sighed, “I had to be sure of my safety when taking you back here”
“Your safety? That’s pretty rich”
“You know as well as I do that the process of incubating a drider brood is incredibly safe. The girls always come back to your villages, don’t they? Well, unless they decide they want to run off with us, of course” Rosha approached as she spoke, supporting herself on more webs until she and Nat were face-to-face
“Fat chance”
“We’ll see, motherhood is a life-changing experience” She caressed Nat’s face with one hand gently, despite Nat flinching and doing her best to pull away, “I meant every compliment I said to you. I hope you know that”
“Because that makes this so much better”
“Oh but doesn’t it? You will be such a wonderful mother”
“Me? Bullshit!” Nat laughed despite herself, “What did you pick me for anyway? You always take the pretty ones. You just couldn’t do any better?”
Rosha tightened her grip on Nat’s face firmly, forcing her to hold her stare
“How ungenerous. We all have preferences, for the record. Some of us take men, they can incubate for us too you know” Her legs got to work adjusting and manipulating the webbing suspending Nat, who felt the air rush over areas of bared skin as Rosha sliced through and rejoined her webs, her limbs being moved and positioned as though she were a mere puppet. “Would you like to know why I picked you, Nat?”
“It sounds like you’re going to tell me anyw-arghhh!” Nat screamed as Rosha bit into her neck hard, pumping her full of more venom. The effect from having it injected straight into her veins rather than slipped into a drink was much more immediate. Nat immediately felt woozy, and the edges of her vision faded to darkness. All she could see and focus on was Rosha’s face, looking at her like she was the prettiest cut of meat at the butcher’s shop.
“I prefer girls like you” Rosha hissed, continuing to manipulate Nat’s body, maneuvering her legs apart and her hips upwards. She laid cold kisses down Nat’s body, all over her chest, as she continued, “You’re sturdy, you’re capable. I know you can handle birthing my brood. But I’ll be kind and prepare you. Many of my kind are not so courteous, but I’d rather you didn’t break”

Before Nat could talk back again, though the venom was fast taking her words from her, Rosha pinched her nipples hard, and she half-yelled half-moaned. Rosha’s ovipositor started to descend from her abdomen as she let go and dipped her head downwards to taste Nat’s cunt. The venom had her throbbing, and Nat screamed out from the intensity of Rosha pressing her tongue into her clit. She immediately slipped a finger in, then two, working Nat’s insides to relax her, massaging her fingertips inside. Nat felt like she was going to pass out, from the sensation, from anger, from fear, from her head pounding and her clit throbbing as Rosha sucked on it, swirling her tongue back and forth and determinedly working in a third and then fourth finger.
“This might be a challenge for someone like you” She said, pulling her head back but continuing to work more of her hand inside Nat, “I don’t know if you’ve had anything like this in your body before. But I know you can take it”
She pulled her hand out and Nat whined, barely cogent but dimly aware of what was coming next. Rosha’s ovipositor was fully descended from her body. It was wider than her fist, and the part that Nat knew would be going in her was about as long as her own forearm, maybe bigger. It was smooth, and just starting to bulge at the base. Slime secreted steadily from its tip.

Nat’s scream echoed through the cave as Rosha thrust slowly into her. It sounded unearthly to her own ears, felt like it had been wrenched out of her throat by some phantom. She heard Rosha sigh contentedly as she slid inside and burned with shame at how much the noise turned her on. But Nat barely had time to think about how she should be feeling. She was barely able to think at all between the venom headrush and the over-a-foot of drider ovipositor buried inside her. It felt like her other organs had been shoved aside to make room, and as Rosha pulled out a little and thrust back in she heard herself make a strange choking kind of squeal.
“Very cute” Rosha whispered, “This is why I love girls like you”
Nat whimpered. Rosha continued her small, grinding thrusts
“You’re so capable the rest of the time, but you’ve never handled anything like this before. It’s so fun watching your world turn upside down. And the other nice thing” She paused to moan, “is that you’re so easy”
She started to make her thrusts longer and Nat screamed again. She’d never been so full in her life. She could feel the ovipositor starting to bulge with the mass of eggs flowing out of Rosha’s body, that were about to flow into hers.
“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Nat choked
“When you passed out on me outside the pub, the men just let me take you. They knew what I was in that moment, I could tell by their looks. But they didn’t care. Sometimes when it’s the pretty ones, they’ll even raise a search party and try to raid my home. It’s such a pain. But nobody would do that for you. It’s not like I took anything of value”
“What do I care?”
“Come on, Nat darling” Rosha cupped Nat’s face gently in one hand, panting slightly between words “You practically jumped at the slightest sign of my attention towards you. You can lie all you want, but you feel it. You know that you mean nothing”
“Shut up!”
“I’ve seen it so many times before. They look at you like you’re a monster, a freak. I guess we have that in common. Isn’t it nice to be understood?”
“You don’t-” Nat broke off to scream again as Rosha thrust particularly hard, “understand me”
Rosha’s eggs were straining at the ovipositor’s opening, ready to settle into their incubator. Her thrusts grew erratic.
“But you haven’t once tried to argue that anything I’ve said is untrue, have you my dear?” Rosha cooed, “Is that why you’re crying?”
“I’m crying… because… it fucking hurts!” Nat yelled into Rosha’s face
“You’re so pretty when you cry. Don’t worry. It will feel good soon”

With a determined grunt and a final, large thrust, Rosha’s ovipositor pushed through Nat’s cervix, causing her to shriek louder than she knew she could, the pain-pleasure coursing through her body like she’d been struck by lightning. Rosha cried out too, and eggs started pulsing out of the ovipositor and into Nat’s womb.

“You said you’d be a bad housewife, but you’re taking this so well” Rosha whispered raggedly into Nat’s ear, “You’re built to be a broodmother, Nat. Isn’t it starting to feel good now, being full for me?”
Nat moaned, unable to form words. Her belly was slowly, but visibly swelling, the skin starting to stretch. Her muscles had long gone limp, and she was slumped into Rosha’s embrace as the eggs, and their warmth, their mass continued to fill her.
“That’s it. Only a few more minutes. I knew you wouldn’t break.”
As the flow of eggs started to wane, the sensation became not quite so entirely devouring. Nat started to shudder, crying in earnest rather than screaming out tears. Rosha stroked her face gently, wiping away the tears with her thumb and gently shushing her.
“The first time is always the hardest. I knew you could do it, you really are made for this. It’ll be so much easier for you next time”
"Next... time?"
"I'll take good care of you Nat. You can travel with me. It's better than what you have to go back to"
"I have the forge" Nat protested weakly, her voice hoarse "Oh sweetheart, you really believe you're going to be left that? He'll change his mind eventually. They always do in the end"
"You don't... know-"
"Trust me" Rosha said gently as the last of the eggs emptied into Nat's womb, watching her teeter on the edge of consciousness, "They'll be glad a problem like you is out of sight and out of mind. And you'll be glad you left"

Rosha pulled herself out. Nat gave another yelp as the ovipositor left her cervix, and that was the point where she finally passed out, Rosha’s words swirling through her mind as she lost consciousness. She didn’t want to… but she was far too exhausted to leave. And she could hardly go anywhere right now. The webs held her weight comfortably, nicer than the rough bed at home. It was impossible to not drift into sleep with a sense of comfort, of being held.