Author's Note
This story contains dridder's, silk wrap ups and being made to cum by venom injection... just a warning for those who don't like that sort of stuff.
Spinner's Parlour
Web ran a hoof slowly along the edge of an outcrop of rock in his home as he slowly scuttled along the hallways and mazes of tunnels his webbing was strung between. It was expansive, huge and very dusty in the dark neglected corners. Web Spinner blew the dust off his hoof and beat it against his other to get the last of it off. Surely, he could find a use for these tunnels, they wound around in odd patterns breaking off and an opening actually led down to just above the beach where he usually caught Froth and her friends when they visited, or the occasional wandering pony. Today, though, the poor black dridder was very much alone and he had little else to do but wander the decrepit parts of his home. As Web passed by a crack in the wall he paused scuttling back a little and peeking out with one steel grey eye. The hole led out of the cave, high up above the ground the view was that of the sea swishing peacefully up against the sands of the beach, the land breaking away into crusty grass filled with sand and trees hanging out towards the beach, the small village not far away was white limestone glimmering in the moonlight. It was a rather pretty view, if hard to see from Web’s current position.
Moving back Web raised his front two spider legs and beat against the rock, dust and flecks of rock flying around Web as he dug out a small window and peeked through “Nice.” Web mumbled brushing the dust away and looking out at the expanded view, smiling, he had a vague idea of how to spend his time tonight.
Scuttling down the hallway to the opening in the beach Web poked his head out, looking around. The land around Web’s cave was not as gracious as further away, several old boats and larger ships lay abandoned and broken, rocking in the waves pegged to the rocks by the cave, the tarp canvas’ swaying sadly unable to escape out to sea again. There was little rubbish, the area was strict about pollution and littering and the locals knew about Web and were often nervous about going near, but hopefully the tourists wouldn’t be so well informed. Web made his way over to one of the larger ships and began digging up the floorboards from the ship, tossing them over towards the cave entrance, as well as anything he thought could be useful. Several hours of hard work on the ships left them as metallic skeletons, save for the few small rowing boats which had been entirely broken down, Web freed the scraps from the rocks and pushed them out to sea, the wood he’d left underwater allowed them to float away and sink on a final voyage to the deep dark. Web didn’t watch, he didn’t see the significance of a few sinking ships when he was so busy. Pulling strands of silk from his abdomen Web set to work on the second phase of his plan. It would be a very long night.
Gold Sands stirred from her slumber, rolling over and falling off the tiny single bed and hitting the hard floor, groaning, her aching head ringing with double the pain now. She slowly sat up and her back gave a pained protesting groan much let its owner “Several thousand bits and they can’t even get me a bed that’s my size!?” Gold grunted sulking as she gave the wooden board with a mattress atop a kick, which caused her to hop up and down in pain as a third discomfort joined her growing list of pains.
Gold sighed, thus far her holiday had been little more than a complete fiasco and disaster rolled into one neat little bundle of back pain and cramped beachlines full of loud screaming foals and grumbling ponies whining on about trivia to try and get discounts on their holiday. Gold rubbed her eyes, wondering if it would have been better to just stay at home and sleep rather than come here, there was little to do but walk, eat, sunbath or swim, and hide during midday to avoid crisping under the heat and she still had the rest of the week to get through. With little choice, the mare grabbed a bottle of sun cream and began whitening her gold coloured body with it, holding up her blonde mane to reach her neck before putting on a pair of sunglasses which were stained with the stuff along the rims. Gold set off from her hotel, passing a pair of grumbling cleaners in their bland grey uniform, about as happy to be here as Gold right now.
Gold made her way down to the beach as slow as possible, not wanting to get to her destination too quickly. She’d already seen everything where she was staying, unless she took a pricey taxi to the next town over. As Gold made her way to the beach, as if hoping it might change, she turned off to the left, heading further along. A group of crying fillies were pestering their weary mother for ice cream and Gold didn’t need a headache right now on top of her hangover from the previous night. At least the drinks were sharp here. Gold followed along the road further, tough trees, the kind you found in hot climates with brittle thorny leaves and pointy branches, lined either side, but as Gold was about to go past she noticed something she hadn’t seen the last few times she had wandered by, perhaps because it hadn’t been there before. The trees against the road leading to the beach had been beaten back, or trampled upon by something rather large and powerful, forming a tight path, the floor of thorns was covered with several planks of what looked like smooth driftwood, which followed an unjointed path down and out of sight of Gold’s point of view. Glancing around Gold saw no advertisement or do not enter signs, with a little shrug Gold made her way down wondering if there was anything new and she smiled warmly.
It was an empty beach, separated from the main one by a high, fairly dense, wall of trees hanging on an outcrop that ended with a small ledge straight down into the water, which was deep after just a few paces in. Gold could see towards the public open beach, bobbing heads dotted the water and the sound of holiday-goers was like a distant murmur thanks to the trees, damping the irritating noise. Gold looked around, a sheer cliff face stood sentry beside the beach, overhanging a good chunk of the beach in shadow early in the day, but the far side was still open to the rays and there was plenty of room for Gold. The cliff opened out in the water, a large mouth with rocky teeth and glimmering blue water, swishing softly up against the side. And further along from the cave, high up, Gold saw several odd openings dotted about the cliff, were those meant to be windows? They were rough and cut away poorly as if with a pickaxe, but had been covered over from the inside by the same wood used to line the beach like shutters. Gold then realised the wood was a path leading to a strange building built out of the cliff. It was a quaint shack made up of what Gold swore was recycled ship decks, and it appeared to have been tied together by glimmering white… silk? That stuff was hard to come by in such bulk, thus it was expensive, and yet here it was being used to casually hold a shack together?
Gold couldn’t believe it, then she glanced down and saw a board covered in black marker writing “Welcome to Spinner’s Parlour. Towels, umbrellas, drinks and poisons inside at front desk.” Said the top line and the bottom “Inquiries for massage and relaxation services inside, and hotel booking available. Bits or blood accepted.” Bits or blood? Gold smiled, okay don’t scrutinize with the pay up.
Despite it though, Gold still had a sense of a hoax, or rip off, but at least she’d finally have a valid reason to get angry at somepony and knock some skulls together with her earth pony strength, the factory kept her toned and she’d show it in good due if they doped her. Without hesitating, Gold stepped inside the building. It was a little reception like building, the floor was lined with patches of carpet ripped and stitched together roughly, but it was oddly soft and fluffy, not too bad if a little makeshift. The walls around were lined with chairs, hard backs, sofas, squishy armchairs and repurposed hammocks hung around the room beside tables, the hammocks were also made of the same silk used to hold the building up and tables had been suspended in mid-air between them! Somepony was a show off. Gold glanced past the comforts and stepped up to a deserted desk, leaning over the top. Gold saw several sheets of paper lining the inside of a metal clip lined folder at the front, tilting her head Gold was able to read ‘Guest booking’ with a couple lines down for names, arrival dates and leaving dates, the other sheet had ‘Customer and service(s) requested’ with an extra line down the middle to separate the dates from what service had been chosen. Gold noticed the listing was bare and blank, had they just opened or was this in fact a con and they never intended to write and it was just for show, it was rather simple lined paper, like the kind seen at schools.
Gold looked around the desk for a bell, but instead found a small sign propped up by a strand of silk leading up to the ceiling, along the ceiling behind the desk and around the back entrance to the rooms above. The sign simple said ‘pull for service’ so Gold did as the sign instructed, pulling the string which reverberated like a guitar string being pulled, bouncing down the line.
Deep in the cave network Web shifted from his spot in the water cave where Froth usually visited. He felt the web under him quiver and glanced back, somepony had come? Web turned and rapidly made his way towards the front desk. Gold looked back from out the single window towards the sea as she heard soft pattering of what she thought were hooves, were several ponies here? Gold felt a shiver run down her spine as the ‘owner’ appeared and smiled at her. A tall black stallion with a mess of grey hair and matching eyes took in her pretty form, but that wasn’t what Gold noticed. She stared at the spindly spider body flowing in an almost sickening graceful display down his waist forming his legs where back hooves should be.
“B-blood…” Gold mumbled to herself in a panic as she remembered what the sign had said and the mare swayed on the spot, imaging herself before devoured by the spider into a husk like she saw her garden spiders deal with flies.
Web tilted his head at Gold’s singular word “Are you alright?” He asked softly and Gold managed a nod, not wanting to anger him “You sure? Okay, anyway, I’m Web Spinner, welcome to Spinner’s Parlour.” Web said with a welcoming smile, unknowingly showing of his fangs.
Gold’s voice was tiny and frail, close to cracking “What… what do here?” She managed, beyond terrified causing her speech to break.
“Huh? Oh, I run rooms, massage services and keep the beach clean. I’m also hoping to get some more bar stock but I don’t have any bits yet to buy more than what I have.” Web said chuckling, having only realised when he had finished early that morning he was broke in terms of pony currency… and probably not the most welcome “Would you like anything?” Web asked.
“W…water?” Gold mumbled her throat sandpaper, a mix of hangover and fear.
“Sure.” Web said in a comforting voice and ducked under, grabbing a plastic bottle, hidden he gave the sealed top a wipe with a clean cloth to get the dust off the thing that had collected and reappeared holding it out smiling “Here we go, maybe you should sit down and take a few breaths to calm down.” Web suggested and Gold nodded, thankful she’d remembered her bag and had slid over several bits, what she normally paid for water at the shops. Gold didn’t notice Web count them and make a tiny footnote on a bit of scrap paper ‘four bits’.
Gold walked over to an armchair and sank into it, twisting the top off and drinking for several seconds, downing almost a quarter to begin with. When Gold recovered her voice, she looked up at Web who was still watching to make sure she was okay “What… are you?” Gold asked.
“Me? I’m a dridder, half spider half pony.” Web said simply as if this were a natural and uninteresting question.
“Are your kind… normal around here?” Gold asked staring at the bottle.
“Not really, we prefer secluded caves, abandoned tunnels, places like that. But the locals know I’m here.” Web decided to neglect to tell Gold they were just as terrified.
“Oh, okay.” Gold sighed, if they knew about him and hadn’t ridden the area of him Web must not be dangerous enough to be worth attacking. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that Web could throw silk at attacking exterminators, not at all.
“Would you like to book a massage?” Web suggested with a smile “You seemed to be walking… funny.” Web pointed out “Are you in pain?”
At Web’s words Gold’s discomfort moved near to the forefront of her mind and she sighed, giving a tiny nod “I dunno Web…” Gold said softly, looking towards the door, she could just leave she didn’t owe him money right now.
“How about this,” Web began and Gold looked over “I haven’t got any bit charges down yet for the services, so why don’t you tell me their worth? I let you have a session and you can pay on what you think and how relaxed you are, if you’re still afraid and stressed you can just…” Web made a silly motion of slapping himself and Gold actually laughed.
“I suppose… what do you have in mind?” Gold asked.
Web smiled clapping his hooves together “I like to call the service I think you need ‘Sensual Silk’ I think you’ll enjoy it!” Gold twiddled her hooves around her water staying where she sat “Anything better to do out there?” Web challenged, knowing how tedious things could be.
This seemed to spur Gold on just enough and she nodded “Alright… sure.” She said and Web smiled, turning down to scribble down Gold’s name, glancing up at her questioningly “Gold Sands.” Gold mumbled in response.
“Please, follow me, Miss Sands.” Web said turning towards the way he had come and Gold stood up, following slowly.
As Gold turned the corner out of the well laid and decorated lobby room, she was met with a stone formation turned into a twisting hallway. Strewn about down the hall, dotting from wall to wall, ceiling to floor, were strands of silk all around, the floor seemed to have gotten a recent addition of silk forming a flat carpet or floor for customers to walk on to avoid the hard ground, heading straight through the twisting tunnel of webbing. Gold hesitated as Web climbed up and kept going, pausing half way up to look at her. Gold glanced at Web and placed a hoof on the webbing, lifting it up. Well she wasn’t sticking to it at least, it was strangely soft, plushy even, like fresh carpet. Gold pushed herself up onto the silk bridge and began to follow Web, who led her up to a natural hallway, lit with bright blue mushrooms, pausing at a door he’d made in one of the breakoffs in the tunnel. Gold stopped several paces away, nervous about approaching Web directly.
“You first, Miss Sands, it’s only polite.” Web said opening the wooden door for her and beckoning in with a spindly leg.
Gold shifted where she stood then slowly, her heart beating against her chest as if it wanted to stay behind, Gold approached Web and went inside the room right past him, close enough to reach out and touch his fluffy spider body. Web smiled and followed after Gold. The room was almost empty, against the opposite wall was a closed wooden window shutter which Web approached and opened, gracing the dim room with bright sunlight and a view of the world outside, towards the other beach and larger town on the opposite side of Web’s cliff, well for Web, it was too high for Gold to see out of. The only thing in the room was a giant spiral web, like those seen between the railings of a balcony back home, it was at an odd angle, tilted back so you could lay upon it facing the window, Gold suddenly figured out what Web had planned and the reasoning for the high window, what had she signed up for?
Gold watched Web as he turned to face Gold, standing beside the window half his face bathed in warm sunlight. Gold waited for him to suddenly race up to her and grab her, bite her and tied her to that web, to hang until he finished her like a fly “Miss Sands, when you are ready, please, take a seat.” Web said indicating the silk before him with a hoof.
“What?” Gold asked, confused why he was requesting to climb onto the web so politely and not making her.
“Please, take a seat. I don’t want to force you into anything you are afraid of.” Web said with a smile.
“So… I can leave?” Gold asked hardly believing it.
“That option is always available, now and during the service if you so wish.” Web pointed out with a reassuring smile.
Gold turned her gaze to the door, she could just turn her back on this stallion and forget it, go back to her apartment and go to bed pretending it was all a dream. A back breaking, agonizing, stiff board dream. Gold walked towards the web, ducking around so she was on the same side as Web and waited in front of it, pawing the floor nervously. Web stepped closer and Gold flinched, freezing up as Web took hold of her in his hooves, only managing a tiny yip as Web easily lifted her up and onto the silk web like it was nothing, she was merely a kitten to him in terms of strength. Gold felt the sticky lining of the web cling to her body, clutching and clinging to her, trying to keep her laying upon her back in place. Gold looked down as Web took hold of her back legs, lifting them off the silk as he began to pull more from his abdomen, weaving it between his many legs before it touched her body in thick strands, looping around her back legs and up towards her body. Web went slowly, triple weaving over each part of Gold’s body, focusing on his work as he bundled the mare up, climbing higher and higher towards her body, her legs clinging together in a tight knit silk cocoon.
“Does this feel good, the soft silk clinging to your body, moulded perfectly like a second skin, cradling you perfectly, climbing higher and higher?” Web asked very softly smiling at Gold.
“Y-yes, it does.” Gold said softly watching her body disappearing into glittering white silk.
Web had reached her body and his pace was accelerating in his excitement of bundling up fresh prey, it wasn’t long before he was using his front spider legs to wrap up Gold’s torso, her front legs having been pinned to her side long before, any semblance of escape having been nullified by this point. At last finished, Web stopped, looping the last strands around Gold’s neck. Her head was free to look around, albeit with a rather small turning circle, whilst the rest of her body could barely rock back and forth in its tight cocoon, bundled up and helpless. Gold actually smiled, the silk against her fur was quite nice, clinging to her in a form pressing way, she could still see her body even under the thick layers Web had stuck to her. Speaking of Web, he began to cut away certain parts of the web Gold was tied to behind her back and she suddenly felt herself rocking, as if she were in a hammock, it was rather soothing swaying back and forth, and if she wiggled the swinging maintained its arc.
“There we go, we can call that finished if you like.” Web said softly from beside Gold “Comfy?”
“Yes, thanks Web… and what do you mean, call it finished, can you do more?” In her current pampered state Gold was curious for a little more silk.
“Well, I could wrap up your head too, obviously. But I thought that might be a little extreme for your first time.” Web said.
“Oh, yeah… maybe…” Gold said softly “Plus, how would I tell you if I want out?” Gold asked.
“Well I could hook up a strand of silk to your hoof and you’d just need to pull back on it hard enough and it would bounce down the silk line, I’d feel it then come check on you.” Silk explained.
“Alright, sure, we can try that.” Gold said with a smile.
“Really?” Gold nodded “Oh, alright!” Web said happily as he began to grab more silk “Do you want a full seal or to still be able to see? If you want I can close the window and you can have a snooze with the full mask.” Web suggested a little hopeful.
“Catching up on sleep sounds nice,” Gold admitted “Yeah, alright, full facial please masseuse.” Gold said giggling.
Web smiled and took on a high noble voice as if he were speaking to royalty “Of course, madam, please relax.” Gold tilted her head back laughing even as Web began to wrap up her face, forcing her mouth shut as muffled suppressed giggles filtered through the padding.
Gold watched the silk climb to the bottom of her vision then overlap her eyes, whitening out her world under the thick silk. Web stuck down the last bit of silk to Gold, she was just barely visible at certain points of her body but otherwise nopony would know Gold was in there. Web lifted Gold’s right hoof and attached a line of string to it up to the web line above, Gold gave a little test and could, if she tried hard enough, just above force the web back which tugged along the line.
“There we go,” Web said moving over and closing the window “Just pull for service.” Web patted Gold’s head and left her to lay in her comfy new bed for the day, sunbathing was highly overrated compared to this!
It was nearly night when Gold stirred from her slumber. She sighed softly shifting in her cocoon, the silk ruffling against her body and making her sigh through it quietly. Gold had enjoyed her nap but was ready to go now, tugging back on the strand on silk Gold attempted to call for Web. The strand of silk bounced against her and she could feel it passing around her body making her quiver. The wait was maybe a minute but so dreamily relaxed it could have been seconds or hours and Gold hardly noticed, but she heard the soft pattering of Web’s spider legs approaching.
“Pleasant dreams?” Web asked and Gold gave a muffled purr of approval “Glad to hear it, so are you going back to your hotel now?” Web asked and Gold grumbled as she felt the web tug back as the dridder climbed on with his guest “That good? Well… you could stay here with me.” Web said cutting away a gap in the silk mask around Gold’s mouth.
“Stay here?” Gold asked shifting her head so she didn’t suck strands of silk into her mouth.
“Well, yes, you could… isn’t this a suitable bed?” Web asked a little concerned it wasn’t appealing to Gold as a suitable sleeping bag.
“No, it’s fine… I’m just not tired anymore, but I am a little hungry.” Gold said as her belly rumbled.
“Well, do you like fish?” Gold nodded, fish was alright “Well I can get you some, as for tired I could always give you a… ‘dridder cocktail’ if you fancy that.” Web said pushing as much as he dared.
“A dridder cocktail?” Gold asked slowly.
“I could… inject a little bit of venom to help you sleep, it won’t do any damage just make you sleepy.” Web promised.
“Inject? As in bite me?” Gold asked the tone of panic noticeable.
“Well… yes…” Web mumbled rubbing his hooves together.
“And all it will do is make me tired?” Web pondered the question.
“The cocktail I have planned will do just that, I could add other chemicals but it’d make it more…” Web racked his brain for an accurate word for what it would do “It would make it more ‘under the table’ service.” Web said and Gold understood, turning red.
“Oh,” Gold couldn’t see but Web’s face became crestfallen “Well, I suppose since you will be biting me I’ll need SOME form of compensation for my injury! I just hope you can satisfy as well as you can wrap up.” Gold said.
“Wait… really?” Web asked stunned.
“Be a bit boring, fish, venom then sleep… ‘entertain’ me.” Gold said putting emphasis on the word with a smile.
“As you wish, madam, I will go catch and prepare some fish for you then get your cocktail ready!” Web said scuttling away.
When Web returned the scent of cooked fish followed him into the small cave room, Gold’s belly rumbled in welcome and anticipation and she leaned towards the smell the best she could. Web sat beside Gold; by sat he just lowered his body down as he wasn’t really able to properly sit. Web cut up the fish and began to feed Gold who wanted to protest but Web said.
“I don’t want to rewrap you again, and besides you must be so relaxed your hooves would barely lift themselves up!” Web said with a smile.
“Oh yes,” Gold said between a mouthful “It has nothing at all to do with the sticky form binding silk all around me.” She finished after another bite.
“No, of course not.” And Gold smiled too at Web’s sarcastic reply.
Once Gold had finished her meal, Web set the plate on a strand of silk to clear later, moving forward and shifting on the strand of silk, leaning down Gold felt Web’s breath pass by her exposed mouth. There was a pressure and heavy weight on Gold’s neck then a nip of pain followed by… by… oh sweet Celestia. Gold gave a long soul shivering moan, the cocoon containing her quivering as if vibrating as she experienced dridder venom for the first time in her life. It was an intense experience, some take to it better than others… and Gold was the perfect form of a receptive victim, moaning, drooling slightly with deep red flushing cheeks and wriggling movements as the sensation of silk against her body began to turn from ticklish comfort, to bliss to pure ecstasy that she couldn’t withstand. Web sucked on Gold’s neck softly, taking a little blood and pumping back twice the volume in venom, it was always amusing to watch ponies descend into silk addicted junkies, just wanting a drop more from him to make them moan more.
Web slowly tugged his fangs from Gold and sat back smiling “A-ah no… no don’t stop, m-more… please give me more!” Gold pleaded her mouth hanging open as she leaned as far forward, towards Web, as she could. Web could see liquid dampening the silk around Gold’s crotch and smirked “Please Web!” Gold begged trying to kick, as if to crawl towards him.
Web hummed as if in thought and Gold nearly screamed, or started crying she didn’t know she just wanted more “I suppose,” Web finally said and Gold turned her neck “No Gold, open your mouth.” Gold complied, sticking her tongue out as Web kissed her, his lips laced with a liquid that reminded Gold of lemon juice, sour but not awful.
Gold cooed and licked Web’s lips before he turned his head and opened his mouth, Web’s four needle like fangs dripping venom steadily which Gold lapped up like a rabbit at a water feeder, moaning. More and more Gold drank, her breathing becoming raspy and fast, her body began to tense and she lifted her legs up wriggling left and right as she closed her legs, heating spreading in a burning intensity as her body prickled and knotted itself up. Then Gold folded her legs down in one swift motion and became stiff like a board, the spring knot bouncing back into position as she curling her body forward as much as she could and Web could feel her moaning in his mouth and pulled back. The damp patch of silk around Gold’s pussy was dripping onto the floor now, the smell of mare cum and damp silk fermenting the room.
“You came, just from that? I didn’t even touch you yet, my you must be so tense… I wonder if I can get you to do it again for me?” Web pondered aloud as Gold’s head lolled backwards a little. Web lifted one of his front legs up and punctured the silk around the recovering mare’s thighs, rolling it down slicing away the silk. Gold shifted, noticing the feeling and return of movement in her legs “Apart.” Web said tapping one of her thighs with a spindly leg and Gold obeyed stretching her legs out and Web tugged the sliced ending of silk and formed a pair of socks all the way down her legs, leaving the dripping, glittering marehood exposed, pinning the two silk socked legs outstretched and straight away from each other.
Gold tested her new bindings, trying to close her legs but the web remained fixed in place as if she were trying to push over a brick wall. Web scuttled back a little to get a better angle and lifted both front spider legs, holding the ends either side of Gold’s vagina and spread the flower petals open, which winked at Web in welcome “Gah… you still hungry?” Gold asked, her voice oddly toned from the venom, as well as strained from moaning so much.
“Mmmm, I am, I fancy a little bit of muffin.” Web mocked taking a long slow lick from the base of Gold to the tip, nipping the nub as it winked in his mouth and he enjoyed the intake of breath and quivering of Gold’s legs “Sensitive much?” Web mumbled to Gold as if she had poor stamina, but she hardly cared.
Web wiped his mouth and grabbed a few strands of silk, attaching them to another leg he was able to feed the strands inside Gold’s pussy, lining the innards with sticky silk, looping and wrapping it messily into a lumping shape. Gold made no objections, only encouragement as Web filled her with his namesake, leaving a thick strand which he used to tug on the homemade toy, the sticky glue on the silk tugged at Gold forcing her walls to close in much to her enjoyment, the strength and bulk of the silk also kept Gold’s lips parted so Web could see inside the dripping white silk ridden passage.
“What a sexy picture.” Web complimented pushing a spider leg inside all the way to the very back of Gold, pushing the toy deeper inside before dipping his leg down to push it into a strange unique angle. Gold was winking quite a bit now “I bet if I wrench this out you’ll cum, will you my tropey, will you cum from my silk inside your pussy, sticking to your walls and pulling them around as effortlessly as I pick you up?” Web asked the mare, whose face, although still masked with silk over most of her face, was facing towards Web as she could only feel every spike and tingle of pleasure Web subjected her to.
“I-I will! I love your silk, it feels so good, make me cum from it!” Gold begged humping the air. Well, more like twitching in the air since so very little of her body had maintained movement from her bindings.
“Okay!” Web said and he pulled the bulge of silk out in one deft movement with a mixture of a sound like velcro being pulled up and water splashing on the ground, followed closely by a deft scream from the mare who was the source of all the source as she came, the floor dampening under her as her voice fell and she slumped where she hung. Web smiled, perfect.
Gold stirred briefly as she felt something enter her again and moaned before two thin strands of silk wound over her shoulders like a harness “What… Web?” She mumbled raising her head, seeing only whiteness and feeling the fullness in her pussy, which wiggled and squirmed in time with her breathing, making her tingle.
“Well, have a good night.” Web said climbing down and scuttling away.
“W-wait… Web no stop, don’t leave me like this!” Gold managed wriggling a little, and the silk formed toy wriggled inside her, oh this was going to be a long night. And Web hadn’t attached the calling strand of silk to her hoof!
