The echoing thud of pickaxes rumbled steadily through the tree root like tunnels of the mine, lanterns slowly rocked from side to side from nearby hits on the wall from said tools. Lines of ponies in various degrees of malnourishment did their best to swing the hefty metal tools up and down, chipping away at the stone, or in some cases at the deposits lining the walls. All wore matching bright yellow and silver lined clothing with serial numbers punched on the chest over the heart, as well as golden yellow hats with torches beaming from them that they couldn’t switch off or remove themselves without setting off a magical alarm, making it harder to escape. The mass of slaves groaned as one as several well fed and entitled managers wandered between the dim tunnels. A stone-grey stallion marched with a clipboard in his magic down one of the furthest left tunnels of the mountain mine. There, at the end of the twisting tunnel, a petite mare was struggling to lift her own tool, which appeared to be several sizes too big for her, up high enough to swing at the rock with enough force to break it. Most swings did little more than send little chips of rock flying. The stallion spat and the five workers all froze at once, four looking at the little mare who let out a meek sob in recognition and defeat.
The stallion moved up and the mare had to try and keep herself from crying as she felt her work master’s gaze on her back “Let’s see… Pebble Beach?” The stallion asked in a toneless voice.
Pebble nodded, her matted sandy hair covered in dirt as they covered her sea blue eyes slightly, as if she were trying to hide behind her locks, her light greyish dotted fur coated with dirt and black coal soot where it slipped off her sleek uniform as well as covering some of her freckles on her face “Yes, sir…” She managed meekly, afraid to speak too loudly.
“Distance dug in seven months… nineteen inches. Designated resources collected; a quarter of a ton… all in all the least amount ever recorded making you literally the most useless worker the SS has ever tried to make use of.” The manager muttered and Pebble began to actively cry, leaning on her tool “Now what does that say about me? Having a slave that can’t even dig enough coal a day to fill a BBQ? What does it SAY!?” The manager yelled grabbing Pebble and swinging her around, slamming her into the wall painfully. Probably adding another bruise to her collection “What does it say?” He growled again.
“Bu-bu-but the tool’s too heavy sir…” Pebble wept “If I could just get one for my size…” Pebble yipped in pain as her manager smacked her across the face with the metal top of his clipboard.
“I don’t have time to listen to your excuses. If I don’t see an improvement by the end of your shift… it’s Stalliongrad for you.” The manager said and Pebble wailed shaking her head desperately but the manager just smirked and walked away, ready for his lunch.
Pebble curled up by the wall and wept for about a minute before getting up to grab her tool and gave it one more swing before descending into hopeless sobbing again and curling up to await her fate that evening.
None of the other slaves bothered Pebble during their shift, talking was seen as possible escape attempts and beatings followed, so nopony went to comfort Pebble in case they got punished as well. So, she lay, leaning on the wall, unaware of how close she had actually been to the outside of the mountain.
Meanwhile, outside the mine, the sun of the Northern Las Pegasus desert bared down on the beaches below. Occasional hotels offered shelter, cooling pools and places to sun bathe to the lucky free citizens of Equestria. However, further along the coastal shoreline was a series of rocks and caves, in one cave, leading out to the open ocean, a large black creature shuffled where he lay, slowly lowering a bright red mare into the water.
“Be careful.” Froth said pushing up to lightly kiss the jet-black stallion “But I do look forward to the location change, the cave has been getting a bit cramped.” She admitted.
“Can’t you take them, Froth? Please?” Web pleaded, shuffling where he sat and Froth shook her head.
“You know I can’t, Web. I’m needed back home, you need to find someone else to be your incubator this season.” Froth said with a genuine hint of regret in her voice “See you later, Web.” The mare flicked her back under the water and a bright green fish fin flicked water up at Web as Froth retreated into the ocean.
Web sighed, pushing the spider legs under his body up, the large dridder shuffling back onto the dry rocks of his cave, looking up at the massive mountain looming over his home. He’d noticed the SS had moved in and begun mining out the interior, forming a giant maze of tunnels within no doubt, a perfect home for him, plus the resource within was far to flammable for them to force him out the usual way with fire and he could easily counter shock trooper squads, the main problem was getting inside.
Web, scuttling through the web strung tunnels of his home, made his way to a high point in his cave, sticking his head out, a black stallion with a short grey mane peaking from a bunch of rocks, what an odd sight he must be if anypony could see him. Web glanced around and, once he was certain that there was nopony around, squeezed his large spider body through the gap in his cave. Web scuttled down his cave wall into the trees lining the road, again pausing to check it was clear of any SS guards. He used to get the occasional pony visiting to sun bathe at his isolated beach but since they’d move in they’d blocked all of his meals! It was only fair he took something back from them too. The road, however, was also clear and Web hurried across into the line of prickly trees across the other side of the road, skimming through them with unparalleled agility until the tree line broke and the mountain began.
Web dug his sleek, thin legs into the rock wall and began to scuttle upward, slowing down part of the way up, pausing at times to feel the walls. After a minute or two Web felt what he was searching for, the vibrations of picks beating away at stone. Web clambered up steadily, looking for the closest source to the wall as the setting sun began to cast rays of fiery orange across the sky and mountain side.
Pebble sniffled and gasped, having wept all her tears away as she heard a series of soft hoof steps approaching her. The little mare fell silent as her manager glared down at her “Pathetic.” He grumbled as magic suddenly encompassed her throat and slammed her onto the wall, unaware that something could be listening “Well I gave you a fair warning,” Pebble felt a hint of bitterness deep within her at the statement, but it was overcast by her sorrow “Stalliongrad it is.” He said shrugging “Least I’ll bit rid of you.” The manager’s ear quivered as he heard the sound of rocks rattling “WHO IS DIGGING WHILST I AM TALKING!?” He suddenly bellowed, still gripping Pebble by her throat in mid-air, as he turned to face the other four who looked frightened and bewildered “How dare you disrespect me by thinking I’m daft, you show respect by being silent when your master speaks. Or do I need to beat that lesson back into you?” The four shook their head, withering where they stood.
Pebble’s head must have dipped down, because a sudden glow began to shine over the manager, a comforting warmth “Wait a minute…” The manager turned around, moving Pebble aside by slamming her into the wall as the light seemed to gain a second shadow.
The manager let out a shrill scream, much more mare-like that his appearance depicted he ought to be capable of, as he took in the tall imposing form of the massive spider. The head and body of a stallion glaring down at him at the treatment of poor Pebble. The manager dropped Pebble roughly on the floor, banging her helmet and turned, trying to flee, but Web leapt forward with surprising speed, grabbing the manager with one of his spindly legs, which were deceptively strong, and dragged him back under his spider body. Pebble sat up, clutching her ringing head as she stared up at the giant spider. The manager let out one last scream as Web began to rapidly spin him around in circles, dragging strands of silk from his abdomen, twirling them around his body so his colours faded away into blank whiteness. He wriggled, letting out muffled screams as Web focused on spinning strands over his face until the features of his head faded away and he was nearly silent. Pebble’s fellow workers shuffled back as Web looked at them and quickly fled, Web tossing the manager roughly against the wall which caused him to stick to it off the ground, still wriggling slightly. Web disappeared down the tunnel and Pebble heard more screams of fear.
Web quickly found where Pebble’s tunnel joined up with the deepest roots of the tunnel and positioned himself at the interchange leading up towards the older tunnels and the exit. Web rotated around as he threw up strands of silk randomly, turning the tunnel into a crisscross of silk lines that no pony could navigate through without getting snagged on at least a dozen of them. Web turned around seeing a small group of frightened looking slaves staring at him before they retreated back down their tunnels in fright. Web shrugged and quickly gave chase. There were four tunnels in all, including the one he’d entered, all with five slaves. Fifteen in total, plus the manager and that last mare since the other four from the first tunnel had had time to escape, not a bad haul, and Web could always scuttle up out of the cave section he’d taken to grab a few more if he ever wanted. The big problem he had with them was getting the vests and helmets off, he had to chip away at a magic rune carefully so he could remove them and feel the ponies wonderful, fluffy bodies in his grip and not have light beaming through the silk.
Pebble gasped as she stood up, walking over to the end of the tunnel, the sun had finished setting and the moon had risen, stars twinkling merrily in the sky. Pebble had forgotten the last time she hadn’t slept on the floor of the tunnels of this mine and seen the sky, it had been so very long. Pebble also noticed that the mine had gone silent, the dridder must have finished wrapping up the others in this section… would he go up further or come back for her and his first catch? Pebble’s answer was given when she heard a series of soft, slow patters on the ground, to soft and too many to be a pony. Pebble didn’t want to turn around and look back into the cave she had spent so long toiling away within. Pebble sobbed as one of the patters was right beside her. She braced for a sudden bite, a lung… maybe even a leg through her heart. But instead, she felt a pair of hooves wrap around her chest and lift her up slowly, the front two spider legs gripping her hind ones.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” The spider said softly to Pebble, gently stroking her body, his voice smooth and comforting and Pebble choked slightly, her eyes still puffy “I might bite a little, but I promise you will look forward to it.” Pebble glanced back a little, to look into the face of the massive dridder. Steel grey eyes peered back at Pebble from a black face, a grey mane, slightly ruffled and short that matched perfectly with his eyes. Pebble couldn’t help but admit his pony body was nice to look at.
“Why don’t we get you out of this uniform? Hmmm?” Pebble felt the spider chipping at her rune until it cracked and broke and he ripped off her horrid clothes and then her helmet, freeing her mane “Give you a good scratch after wearing that for so long, I’m Web Spinner by the way. Who are you?” Web asked as he gently scratched Pebble’s scalp, which she hadn’t realised needed that for so long that when she did get a good scratch it felt heavenly, making her shudder like a dog getting scratched behind the ear.
“Pebble Beach… bit… bit further back please…” Pebble said softly and Web complied, rubbing over the back of Pebble’s head as she sighed contently “What are you going to do with me?” Pebble asked when Web finished.
Web smirked “I’m going to give you a little nip on the neck, fill you with venom and spin you around as I stick silk all around your body. Then… I’m going to make you my moaning, happy little egg incubator.” Web whispered with a grin “And you’ll adore every… second…” Web promised.
Pebble shuffled nervously as she felt Web’s breath approach her neck, a set of fangs puncturing the flesh of her throat. Web took only a little of Pebble’s blood, feeling it flow thickly out, she was a little spicy, flavourful for such a small and weak mare. Web then began to pump green venom out of his fangs into Pebble, who felt a rising heat in her throat which began to spread through her body as it was pushed along with every beat of her heart, burning up her nerves. Web dragged his fangs out carefully, licking Pebble’s neck as he pulled a strand of silk free from his abdomen and glued it to Pebble’s right hind leg. Web dragged Pebble back and underneath him and began to twirl her around quickly, gripping her and switching her quickly between each spindly leg so she was rapidly spinning around and around, making the hole in the cave spin around like a hypnotic spiral, Pebble watching and letting the sky absorb her mind as she took it all in. Pebble did glance down at her whitening cocoon, wriggling her body. The silk felt sticky at first but once it dried from her body heat it felt rather smooth and soft on her fur, even though it was glued to her. Pebble watched her fur disappear into white and Web spun her around quickly approaching her upper torso, her legs pinned to her side straight down, it all felt really good, the venom burning away under the silk which seemed to sooth the sensation in just the right way… though the heat was concentrating one place as Web spun higher and higher up Pebble’s body…
“W-Web… wait please! Don’t cover my eyes! Web plea-mmmffnn!” Pebble cried out as Web spun around her throat and then mouth, Pebble whimpering as he kept twirling around her head. Web then suddenly stopped, leaning over to look at Pebble who stared up at him.
Web curled a leg back and pushed the silk from Pebble’s mouth, it still tried to snap around her face but she could speak “Why wouldn’t you want me to finish your cocoon fully?” He asked as Pebble stared up a little fearful, even with the venom burning in her veins singing at how good the silk felt, she was still frightened.
“I’m… scared of the dark…” She mumbled and Web raised an eyebrow before letting the silk flick back onto her mouth as Pebble gasped, shaking her head as Web finished her cocoon, covering her head and mane in silk so she was no longer visible at all, except for her outline against her cocoon. Web pulled Pebble free and held her in the same embrace as before as she whimpered.
“Pebble, calm down and look at what you see.” Web said softly and Pebble whimpered, clearly seeing nothing, what sort of request was this? Web sighed however “Can you see my silk? Bright, and white?” Pebble nodded and she felt Web put a black hoof over her eyes “Can you still see it?” Pebble nodded, though it was darker the white silk was still easily visible even in the lowest of lighting “There you go… you are encompassed in a world of comforting white, no darkness can reach you.” Pebble sighed and nodded, calming down “Good girl… now… let’s see that incubating chamber of yours.” Web hummed and Pebble squeaked in embarrassment.
Web ripped a patch of silk away from Pebble’s waist, slipping his thin spider leg between Pebble’s thighs and pushing up against her pussy, rubbing back and forth against her dampening folds “What an eager little mare.” Web hummed and Pebble shuffled in her cocoon, moaning quietly as she felt Web move her around underneath him “I’m going to bloat you full.” Web threatened with a grin and Pebble sighed through the silk at the idea, for some reason.
Web’s spider cock slipped from its sheaf, flicking up at attention as it drooled in anticipation of fucking the eager silk slut as Web twirled her around so her back faced the ground. Web rested his cock on Pebble’s wrapped up belly, the mare just barely able to feel the burning hot rod as Web slowly slipped it back to her exposed pussy before shoving it in full length. Pebble gave a yell of surprise at being so roughly taken, but Web waited patiently as she settled to his size and length before starting to slowly rock back and forth, her damp passage trying to grip Web as tightly as possible as he slid in and out of her. Web sighed, smiling down at the bound face of Pebble, lightly stroking it which the mare within felt. Something about Web’s soft caring touch made this all that much better for Pebble… to be used, but so lovingly was… wonderful.
Web began to thrust quicker, pulling and pushing the length of his cock in and out of the venom drugged mare as she panted into the silk wrapped around her body. Web tightened his hug around Pebble as he pulled her upright a little and nipped her neck again, pumping her with more venom. The burning sensation quickly rocketed to Pebble’s pussy as she gave a shrill cry as she came, coating Web’s cock and crotch with her mare-cum, her love tunnel contracting in pulsating rhythms to milk Web who groaned with a grin. Nothing felt better than a mare trying to milk his hard cock to the stallion. Pebble gave shaky moans as Web mercilessly continued to pummel her snatch with his cock even as she came all over him, drooling into the silk so it darkened a little as she bit down on the material. Pebble let out muffled cries and moans as she pushed up against Web.
“Do you want my eggs?” Web asked grinning and Pebble nodded the best she could in her silk prison “Well then…” Web pulled a strand of silk from his abdomen, tying it around the back of Pebble’s cocoon and each strand lead up to his hooves. Web tugged them up and down rapidly so Pebble bounced up and down on Web’s cock rapidly “Here you… go!” Web said as he pulled the strands holding Pebble up high, forcing the tip of his cock inside her womb.
Pebble felt a spirt of cum splash into her womb then a pause, then her pussy was forced to expand outward as a lump travelled the length of Web’s cock, making it bulge out, before the egg was forced out of his tip, Web shuddering at just the first egg being laid. Web pumped Pebble full of eggs, the slightly gooey baby dridders nestling together as one massive clutch as, between each egg, Web let out a spurt of cum atop them to fertilise them all. Finally, after more than twenty eggs, Pebble was left with a belly three times her normal size and a wonderful unfamiliar sensation of fullness.
Pebble let out a little groan as Web pulled out of her still horny snatch, the dridder rubbing his incubator’s belly “Hehe, if you liked that you’ll love laying them in a week or so.” Web said to her and Pebble gave a little eager squeak and a nod “Good girl… I think you’ll enjoy living with me. Now let’s get you comfy… perhaps, facing the night sky…” Web drew more silk from his abdomen and stuck a strand to the centre of Pebble’s cocoon on her spine, suspending her in the air, swaying slightly from the sea breeze.
Web smirked at this and ran another strand down, feeding it through the gap between Pebble’s legs and back to the ceiling, pulling it up against Pebble’s vagina, making the walls stretch open a little as she gave a surprised moan and yip. Web then gave Pebble a light push making her rock and grind on her new silken pleasure line. Pebble wriggled, causing her cocoon to rock until she came all over the floor.
Web chuckled “You enjoy yourself Pebble… I need to speak with your manager regarding your… ‘transfer’ to my department.” Pebble only half heard this threat as Web scuttled away, she was too busy panting through the silk and rocking back and forth until she passed out to really notice.
The thuds of picks resumed their droning music through the cave four days later. The SS had been unable to recover the deeper part of the mine, losing twenty troops to this new ‘resident’. The managers were too frightened to go into the deeper tunnels now as it often made a habit of targeting them if he heard them talking. Most of the slaves avoid the blocked tunnel as well, not wishing to be added to the owner’s brood… but a select few, or those who couldn’t take the suffering any longer, would wander down to the silken tunnel and pull on the strands, which grew thicker and greater in number with each day. A scuttling of thin legs would follow and a pair of spindly legs would grab those waiting and drag them down… and all through the day and night, erotic moans would echo up the tunnels, tempting and corrupting those within to desire a life of silken pleasure instead of hard labour and fear…
