Sticky Situation
Web Spinner grinned as he watched the bundle of silk swing back and forth on a small swing above him, occasionally reaching up a long spider leg to prod it and entice a moan from the occupant. Web chuckled laying his head back, his grey mane hanging through the black dridder’s webbing. Web smiled at the blue eyes of Froth Water watching him from her cocoon.
“You look so cute in your bed.” Web complimented to the maremaid “Are you enjoying my venom?” Web asked letting his grey eyes go half lidded seductively as he licked a green dew from his lips, one of Web’s eight legs gave Froth a gentle push and she yet again began to swing and moan into his silk gag.
Web had injected some of his venom into Froth, it causes part of the victim’s brain to become sensitive to contact with the nerve endings around the body, Web had then wrapped Froth’s little red body from head to fish tail tip in his silk in a nice tight cocoon and the constant waves of mind crushing bliss sent her wild with addiction for Web’s webs. It was cute to watch, at least in Web’s opinion!
Froth closed her eyes for a moment trying to steel her mind to speak but Web simply reached up, grabbing two strand of stray silk trailing of the cocoon and pulled them, Froth’s cocoon closed in as if Web was tightening a bow of string before he relaxed and Froth returned to her happy mindless swinging.
“The others never put so much effort into fighting as you, Froth.” Web complimented as Froth gave a muffled short laugh, glancing at the half a dozen or so other cocoons that swayed without any wriggling, occasional moans escaping them.
Web stretched his hooves over his head “Well it’s been fun, but I know you all have to get back home soon, shame,” Web rubbed one of his back legs lower down Froth’s web and got her to quiver and curl up as best she could from her suspended prison “I fancied a bit more fun… Aw well! Maybe next time.” Web said with a slightly cruel grin as he rolled over and began to cut the maremaids down and lowered them to the sea floor under Web’s home, as their cocoons landed in the water they began to dissolve and break apart until they were free. Web waved goodbye to his friends, Froth blushing deeply before they all flipped their tails up to splash him and swam away laughing.
Web brushed the dews of water off his face and settled for a nap in his home above the water. Web rather enjoyed his recent change of situation, since Froth had arrived it wasn’t uncommon for Web to have one or six maremaids in his silk hanging up above with him for a nap and a nibble to drink. Still, he had since started letting them go free to avoid the fiasco that had almost led to him starving almost a month ago, though that just brought back more memories of Froth wriggling in her web cocoon and Web was already wanting her back where she belonged!
A couple miles away, the sea tide brushed up against the wooden decking of one of Filly Delphia’s fishing ports, it wasn’t that big being the furthest to the South, it consisted of seven boats at most, most of which were just about big enough for a pair of fisher ponies and their gear. However, at the far end, in the fading light of the evening sun, a mare worked to get her boat out. Mackerel Monger gave a soft grunt of anger, pushing her cheeks out in annoyance as she stared at the dead engine at the back of her boat, which had refused to start up at her cranking attempts. The little Earth pony gave the engine a swift kick but that only served to get a black stain on her blue leg, which she wiped off with a cloth. Turning her head to look at the old engine from a different angle Mackerel took the side of the engine off and gave it a quick wipe around inside with her cloth, before closing it. Pulling the cord, the engine gave a wheezing cough before turning over.
“Atta girl.” Mackerel said patting the engine before heading to the wheel and setting off into the lake for some fishing at last, having wasted pretty much the whole day trying to fix the decrepit thing. As Mackerel sailed out, a pair of boats from a family of fishers rocked back in, raising their catch at the passing mare in mockery, Mackerel grumbled to herself, wishing she could batter their boats into the harbour, but she’d probably just capsize knowing her luck.
Mackerel sailed out into what seemed like an unused part of the lake, in fact as Mackerel sailed towards it she noticed the other sailors seemed to skirt around it as if it was riddled with a disease or something, but Mackerel could see the flow of many fish under her boat as she got close to a rock face. Smiling at her turn of luck Mackerel killed the engine and tossed a rusty anchor over the side to keep her from floating too close to the shallow water. Mackerel then tossed a row of nets over the sides and tied them up and then pulled out a deck chair, maybe she could get a few minutes rest before she left to go to bed… She fancied staying out here for the night actually, considering her boat was her home it wouldn’t do her any harm to stay out of the harbour for the day!
Mackerel pulled up her nets and gave a long sigh, they were all empty and it was quickly established why, the rope between the base of the nets had ripped apart at last and the fish had simply swum into the net then right back out when she began to lift them up. Mackerel sat back down and sighed sadly tossing the nets aside, rubbing her green eyes Mackerel looked up through at the dark sky as the stars began to come into view at last.
“Why do you hate me?” She asked them quietly and she bowed her head, her dreadlock mane falling down like thick seaweed around her.
Web peered from his cave at the rocking boat outside, nopony ventured too close to his cave, the town, somewhat, knew of his presence like the maremaids had, though the ponies knew because of the maremaids warning their friends. Maybe they too didn’t mind his presence now he had changed how he approached most situations? Then again, this mare wasn’t going into his cave, her boat resting nearby.
“Ah, she’s a fisher…” Web noticed then looked at her depressed face, didn’t seem like she was having the best of luck, in fact she seemed to be suppressing tears at this point “Maybe what you need is a night of relaxation.” Web thought to himself with a grin.
Scuttling up his silk, Web climbed to what could only be described as a window to his quiet cave, clambering through Web looked down, the closed sail of the boat rocked back and forth from the window, grabbing a strand of silk Web made a brace with the rock then caught the mast, tying it still so the boat didn’t rock away, once secure Web looked down at the mare below, she hadn’t even noticed her boat was now more stable despite the fact it should still be rocking left and right and not just up and down.
Web jumped onto the boat, having no problem with seasickness, he climbed head first down towards the little mare. She was cute, bright blue like water with a seaweed green mane, and she had a tiny little mackerel on her butt too, shame that wouldn’t be too easy to see in a moment!
Mackerel looked up as she heard a thump on the decking of her boat, looking up Mackerel’s eyes widened for a moment as she locked her green eyes to a pair of grey ones before her. A grey mane cut wildly rustled in the sea breeze as the darkest black coloured the body of the beast before Mackerel, eight long legs holding him up as he stared at her. Web opened his mouth to greet Mackerel, revealing a set of fangs for his drinking and venom injection and Mackerel freaked out. Screaming shrilly Mackerel jumped up and ran for the door to what served as her home, smacking into it before flinging it open. Mackerel turned to close it but Web casually tossed a string of webbing at it and braced the door open slightly, Mackerel tried to fight to close the door then gave up retreating deeper inside.
Mackerel curled up under her bed whimpering as Web cut the silk holding the door and squeezed himself into the cramped space. It wasn’t much, a tiny shower and toilet were fitted at the back, a counter, sink and fridge lining the left and Mackerel’s wardrobe and bed lining he right with a narrow space down the middle, the covers were also rather thin… In fact, they looked like they were empty, just blankets. Winter must be cold for this poor mare!
Web walked over to Mackerel’s bed and stared down looking at the tail of the cowering pony. Web folded his legs under his spider body to support his weight as he ‘sat down’ the best a dridder can sit. Web looked at a small table and chair cramped up beside the only window next to the kitchen counter, upon it was a salty smelling pair of nets with many tears, rips and both with massive gaps which fish could clear with ease.
“Broken net?” Web asked softly.
“You… You can talk?” Mackerel asked from her safe spot in fearful awe.
“Course, why don’t you come out, I’d much rather you do that than forcing me to have to drag you out.” Web said softly leaning forward to see Mackerel watching him.
“A-alright.” She whimpered pulling herself out, not wanting to be dragged out either. Mackerel jumped onto the bed trying to gain some height to match Web’s size but she broke the illusion easily by curling at the head of it as far from Web as she could get “What do you want?” Mackerel asked.
“Oh, just some company for the night. I saw you looked rather upset earlier, having trouble fishing?” Mackerel nodded in answer to Web’s question as he made small talk “You know, I could spin you a new set of nets with some special silk, it’ll last a lot longer than rope and… String.” Web commented pointing at Mackerel’s attempt at fixing the nets.
“What’s the catch?” Mackerel asked.
Web smiled and pulled a strand of silk to his hooves from his spider’s abdomen and threw it at Mackerel like a gladiator’s net. Mackerel squeaked as the web stuck to her chest, reaching up she tried to pull it off but just trapped her hoof to it before pulling it free “I play with you for the night, Froth and her friends are busy so I don’t have any company in my home tonight… Until you set down outside my house.” Web said pointing out the window towards his cave. Who was Froth?
“Oh, that’s a… Very nice an offer but I’d much rather just buy some new nets when I get back home, I didn’t mean to intrude on your land I’ll just move away.” Mackerel said with a frightened smile.
“Without anything to sell?” Mackerel gasped then sighed bowing her head, Web’s tone softened to something more comforting as Mackerel rolled the strands of silk on her chest about absentmindedly “You know, since I live here the other fishers can’t stop wetting themselves to avoid me, so all the fish congregate over here. It’s easy money with little competition! And, besides you might find my silk comfy when you’re wrapped up, warm too.” Web said and Mackerel’s gaze followed his to her meagre bed, it would be nice to sleep without a cold shiver down her spine.
“I dunno…” Mackerel said looking back at Web before he slowly stood up, Mackerel shrivelled back into her corner, more so when Web approached and thrice as much when he began to drip a greenish liquid from his mouth.
“This will calm you down.” Web cooed softly.
“N-No! Please, I don’t want this- no biting!” Mackerel pleaded.
“Who said biting?” Web asked cupping Mackerel’s chin before he turned her head up “Just relax, it’ll feel nice.” Web whispered sweetly to Mackerel.
Mackerel tried to back up away from Web but bonked her head against her wardrobe, as her head moved forward instinctively Web leaned forward rapidly and planted his poison laced lips on Mackerel’s, forcing his tongue into her mouth quickly and leaning over her so gravity would make the venom drip into her mouth. Mackerel quivered, debating if she could get away with biting Web’s lips but hesitating when it crossed her mind this would probably piss him off. Mackerel looked up pleading at Web not wanting to drink this venom, though focusing on it made her notice its sweet scent and wherever it touched in her mouth a relaxing numbness took over and she had to fight her base instinct to swallow it. Web broke the kiss slowly smirking at Mackerel.
“Go on, try it.” He cooed licking his lips “Or do you want the doctor to prescribe an injection?” Web threatened showing off four long needle like fangs he possessed, like some sort of vampire.
Mackerel whimpered then cracked and gulped, she’d take liquid form over injections, she’d never liked needles normally much less in her neck injected by a spider stallion! As the venom passed by her throat and into her stomach Web’s smile grew.
“Why don’t you tell me who you are?” Web said softly as his back to legs began to pull strands of silk out, the two in front of them taking the strands and working them together into sticky silken bandages.
“M-Mackerel Monger.” Mackerel said staring at the webbing Web was preparing for her.
“Nice to meet you Mackerel, I’m Web Spinner.” Web cooed as his front legs pulled the silk forward now it was sufficiently thick enough for its purpose of cocooning Mackerel.
Mackerel whimpered as Web took hold of her back hooves and pulled them up “Don’t worry, it’ll feel good.” Web promised as Mackerel felt the stick like legs of Web’s spider body brush against her legs, they felt like slightly fluffy bones. Mackerel tried to pull away but Web held firm as he began to weave his silk around her back legs, stringing them together “What do you think?” Web asked.
Mackerel wanted to say it was scary and disgusting and she wanted him to leave, instead she remained silent staring at her legs. She hadn’t noticed the numbness her mouth had felt from the venom spread to her body because she had been so frightened by Web, but now it was all she could think about as the numbness had receded where the silk touched her… It had shifted to a sea of bliss, every nerve was tingling as if from pins and needles and her uncovered body quivered, desiring the compression of the silk. Mackerel’s fur was pressed in against her body and the silk clung to it underneath like a second skin forming outward. The silk was soft yet strong and allowed for almost no movement whatsoever, yet it was sticky clinging to Mackerel’s body and she could still wriggle the top part of her body about and it wouldn’t be too hard to cut free if she could find a knife she reckoned. But under all that was the sensation, the rest of her body felt numb and hollow whilst her silks legs felt… Complete.
“W-what did you do to me?” Mackerel asked nervous eyes fixed on the silk leading back to Web’s spider butt.
“I just made it more comfortable for you mentally to enjoy this, don’t worry… The effects will get stronger once I wrap you up full!” Web said with a grin as he wrapped his hooves around Mackerel’s shoulders and pulled her up effortless like she was a kitten, he was so powerful.
Mackerel gave a soft whimper, almost crossing to a small moan as Web’s spider legs began weaving webbing up around Mackerel’s legs more, tightening the first wrap then climbing higher. Mackerel watched fascinated as her blue body began to disappear within the sparkling white, her legs easily visible under the still warm silk, but they began to fade as the silk dried off and turned a stone like grey.
“Is that nice?” Web cooed his eyes having never left Mackerel’s face during her cocooning.
Mackerel bit her lip and looked down as the silk climbed higher, this was stupid! A really bad idea, she was letting Web take control of her body, stealing all her ability to argue, fight or escape… Binding her in sticky, tight silk with no means of movement, at Web’s mercy. It couldn’t climb fast enough!
Mackerel gave a nod “It does.” She admitted.
“Front legs down.” Web ordered stopping his silks movement and Mackerel complied with only a split second of hesitation before she folded her legs to the side of her body, which were quickly wrapped up in silk alongside the bottom half of her body.
Mackerel’s tail was squished underneath her like a fluffy cushion as Web refused to give even a sliver of room to her within his silken embrace “You like that don’t you, my silk spinning higher and higher up your body. Losing more and more of your fears and concerns as my webs catch them and trap them in little cocoons of bliss. Your mind stuck and trapped, suspended in a world of quiet peacefulness hanging away from the fear, pain, concerns and sadness of your normal life… Here you only need to breath in, breath out and let me wrap you tighter and higher.” Web spoke softly as he began to push Mackerel down, his silk reaching her chest and tightening her breathing.
Mackerel watched Web as she felt the hot silk climb under her neck, around it then up to her chin and cheeks, over her mouth and nose, wrapping the bottom half of her eyes… Then the world was gone! Sealed away by Web’s protective cocoon. Mackerel wriggled about trying to see if she could move. She could somewhat worm about underneath Web and it made the sensation of silk rubbing over her body apparent and she liked it, so Mackerel thrashed about wildly as Web watched.
“Oh dear, somepony is getting a little to energetic… Better make sure she doesn’t fall!” Web said sticking a strand of silk to Mackerel’s wardrobe, the wall, the bed and across the room over the table and counters, all around, forming a pronto web in Mackerel’s home.
Web braced Mackerel’s cocoon just over her bed, letting her hang and sway in her comfort and sensual bliss, moaning and gasping for air through the silk taunt around her body. Web grinned and covered his hoof over her mouth and heard her moans and grunt trying to breath before pulling back with a chuckle as she gasped and gave a quivering moan. Web reached up with his thin spider legs and began to caress up and down Mackerel’s body as she ran out of strength to make the cocoon sway with what little leeway Web had left her with. Mackerel moaned louder than before as Web soothed the rising ache in Mackerel’s body for the silk to move somewhat, but left enough it bothered her greatly. Mackerel tried to wriggle and as she did so Web pushed her up just above her tail, making her grind on the web.
“Naughty mare.” Web teased, feeling a tightness as he enjoyed the sexy display, Mackerel flushed deeply as Web hoisted himself up over her, cutting the web around her crotch and forcing one of his spider legs down between the tight space, filling it easily and pushing against Mackerel’s inner thighs “Oh… It’s wet around here, is somepony in heat for a dridder? What a pervert!” Web accused as Mackerel moaned and managed to move, maybe she thought it would help her back up but instead it simply rubbed her up and down the massive spider “That eager huh? You are willing to throw all shame and dignity away for the dominating spider you just met? You love silk so much it’s reduced you to a horny little fly, wanting to be toyed with in my parlour? Well… I SUPPOSE if you need it that badly I can help.” Web said with a grin, lifting his leg up and down quickly as he spoke before pulling it out.
Web let the full weight of his body press down on Mackerel and she moaned as the hot need for the silk to tighten and close the small gaps of air around her body was quenched “I’m going to make your voice hoarse after this.” Web said darkly as his front two legs gripped Mackerel’s shoulders and the furthers back two braced on the web around them, a middle pair pulling Mackerel up to Web, his spider cock slipping inside her damp marehood with ease.
Due to Mackerel’s positioning her walls were clamped together by her legs, making the passage into her tight and small, but nevertheless Web managed to fill her out to the base of his shaft, gripping her tightly to avoid being pushed out as the cramped interior was pulsating outward. Mackerel was flopping about like her name sake in her cocoon and Web was loving the show as Mackerel tried to maintain some dignity through the haze of venom, lust and sex, but failed miserably as her voice sang through the silk like a siren.
“Do you like it?” Web asked with a deep puff of air out his nose, pulling out and then forcing his way back into her full length again, as fast as possible, then rocking back and forth, pulling Mackerel forwards and backwards like some sort of sex toy for Web’s needs “Do you like being ravaged by a dridder in your own home, suspended in a web of hot sticky silk over your bed as his fills you out and ruts you? Are you a web loving slut?” Web asked grinning and Mackerel moaned nodding up and down.
As Web felt himself building closer and closer to climax he had a sudden thought and grinned, holding Mackerel back at her waist… He stopped. The sensation of Web just sat within Mackerel, her body now motionless when her body was being rubbed in every nook and cranny by the silk just moments ago was pure agony for Mackerel.
Mackerel cried out in need and tried to wriggle but Web now held her in a vice like grip as he whispered “I bet… You like this so much you’d like my eggs, wouldn’t you?” Mackerel yipped, he wanted to make her pregnant!? He couldn’t be serious “I bet you’d carry them in return for me rutting you more, quenching that burning against your body with my silk, soothing the inferno that has built between your legs that I’m filling… Wouldn’t you?” Mackerel wanted to say no, to tell him to get lost that she still had some of her dignity left and that she hardly knew him enough to become his... Broodmare or whatever!
Instead the bundle of silk that was this horny mare cried out in acceptance and tried once again to fight against Web’s restrictive grip to get her relief “I’ll take that…” Web pulled back, his cock trailing outward just about to exit Mackerel who moaned desperately “AS A YES!” Web cried slamming in deeper than before so Mackerel lurched forward almost hitting the wardrobe as Web smashed against her womb entrance.
Mackerel’s squeals of delight filled the room and her liquid love began to slip between the almost air tight space between her legs, pooling on the silk underneath and finally dripping down to the floor below, making the bed under them smell of musk and sex rather quickly as Web made Mackerel rock back and forth like her boat in a storm. Mackerel came, unaware that, as her inner walls contracted like they were milking Web, that she had sealed the deal. Web pulled back quickly, waiting until the next pulse faded and felt Mackerel’s marehood begin to move ready for the next wave. As she did so Web thrust forward as fast as his could, pulling Mackerel forward at the same time, causing Web to grind through her smack against her womb… And force the odd spearhead like tip of his cock into her womb.
Mackerel would have started drooling if she could open her mouth enough to let it out, her screams began to turn raspy as her body was ravaged beyond what should be feasible possible.
Within Mackerel’s womb however Web’s cock head opened up into four points like a flower opening its petals. From the underside of his shaft a large bulge began to slip downward into Mackerel, stretching her walls out as well as Web’s shaft as it tunnelled through Web, making him quiver with ecstasy as he laid within her. It had been so long since he’d done this, Web had wanted to do it with Froth but she was hesitant about the idea, not because she didn’t like it, but because she didn’t have a great paying job as a lifeguard and didn’t want to lose her home… But Web still needed to expand his species… Mackerel here will have to suffice, and it didn’t sound like she minded at the moment, and he could help her fish easily since he’d done it before.
The first egg slipped out of Web’s cock, making the end flare oddly as the gooey black egg settled into its new home, trailing cum from how good it felt, the egg was about the size of a chicken’s egg yet squishy and pliable… Which was good as a second was making its way down Web’s cock, as it began to leak out Web couldn’t hold it and began to fill more of the small space with his dridder cum. But Web didn’t stop until four more eggs flopped down inside Mackerel, only then was Web’s load finished and he pulled back with a hard tug.
“Mmmm, that felt good!” Web said as he cut the area around Mackerel’s mouth.
“Am… Am I pregnant?” She asked, her voice hoarse, raspy and a little painful from her screams of ecstasy.
“Sort of, it’s different with dridder’s, you’re just an egg carrier, it’ll last four weeks then they’ll be bigger and you’ll ‘lay them’. Which will probably make you cum several times.” Web said with a chuckle “But I’ll take care of them past that you just need to provide them warmth and safety. But that will be a concern for later, for now,” Web slowly cut a zip along Mackerel’s cocoon so she could pull herself free when she was ready “I’ll leave this here for you as I’m sure after today you won’t fancy any other way to sleep! And I’ll bring the nets around tomorrow… Sweet dreams, my little broodmare.” Web said with a chuckle as Mackerel flushed a deep red.
How was she meant to explain this to her family if they found out?