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Mallory hated the swamp. Everything was wet, sticky, and muddy. There was never a dry sock, never any clean clothes, nor any dry wood to make a fire out of. Even the air itself was dripping with humidity, and that was all without getting to the smell! Amber would call it a 'natural' scent, but Mallory was less charitable. To the cat it was nothing but stink.

Smack! She slapped a mosquito that had been buzzing near her ear, adding to the symphony of annoying noises in this place. But it was a futile gesture. There would always be ten more bugs to replace it, and any bird she shot down would just be replaced by one with an even more annoying song. Maybe she should just skip these jobs. She got into adventuring for the glory and, well, adventures after all, not just to pay the bills.

But with the price that poison claws and fangs went for it was hard to say no. After all, one could fund a luxurious weekend out from the sale of just one, and a drider had TEN to be harvested. Often one or two would get damaged in the fight, but that was still eight or nine left! Enough to buy some serious catnip.

She had to focus though. The bits of webbing she had seen scattered about were growing more frequent and larger. These were just bits that had fallen off or been blown away from the main web, but they were a sign that Mallory was going in the right direction. She just had to relax a bit before she actually got there. Unruffle her fur and unpuff her big orange striped tail, all the way from the base to that white tip.

She really was nervous for some reason. She'd taken out driders before, so why should this one be different? Well, besides that it was bigger. She'd give this one that. If it matched the description she'd been given it'd have to be almost half again as big as the largest one she'd ever fought before. But those reports couldn't be accurate, could they?

The patches of webbing were starting to cover the ground like a light snowfall at this point, the usual greens and browns of the swamp were broken up by swaths of that silvery grey. And just up ahead she caught her first glimpse of the epicenter of it all.

Mallory shuddered at the sight of it. A whole island was wrapped up like it was the drider's prey, a thick patch of that silken color amid the sticky heat of the swamp air. The way it wrapped around into a bowl shape would almost be beautiful if not for the monster she knew lurked at its center.

But this was no time to admire, now was the time to prepare. A poison antidote vial, was placed on the left side of her hip, easy to access. Just above it was her trusty rapier, freshly sharpened. A light round shield was stowed on her back, while a fire bottle potion was on her right side, ready to be broken open to unleash its contents if things really went wrong. She hoped not to have to use it. Not only would that burn the valuable drider parts, it would put her in danger too. After all, fire spread quickly on webbing and did not discriminate in what it burned.

That was only a last resort anyways. Her primary strategy as always was speed. Her shoes were still dripping wet, so they shouldn't stick to the web. She'd get in fast, close the distance with the help of her shield and sword, strike the vulnerable humanoid part, then collect her prize. Simple enough really. Even if she did get stung she'd have enough time to take the antidote before the venom kicked in. Probably.

It was eerily quiet as she stalked her way onto the web covered island. The cat's footfalls were usually quiet, but when walking on a material like this they were practically inaudible. Her ears swiveled this way and that, searching for any hint of the beast that lay ahead of her, but she'd hear little at all. The noises from before, those bugs and birds and whatever caused those mysterious splashes apparently didn't dare venture this close to the monster.

The unnatural stillness was really putting her on edge. Her tail flicked around nervously, and her fur ruffled back up to its full poofiness even after she had forced it down earlier. The webbing was getting steeper now, forcing her to use her hands to help her climb over the ridge. Finally though Mallory reached the edge of the main bowl and was able to peer over the edge.

There it was. Just as she had been warned this one was a healthy chunk bigger than the last she had bagged. That would mean its claws and fangs would sell for more, so that would be good. But it also had a longer range to attack her from, not good. Additionally it was probably older and wiser. There was a sword and shield stuck in the webbing just past the beast too, telling Mallory she wouldn't be the first to try this. Also not good.

But not to worry. She'd avenge them! Wouldn't be the first time she'd gone in to clean up someone else's mess. The drider was busy brushing their hair right now anyways, so she'd have the element of surprise. Mallory drew her sword and shield, but was stopped by something. Looking back she noticed her tail had gotten stuck to some webs. Gross! It would take forever to wash that out once she got back.

With a firm yank Mallory unstuck herself, and luckily the drider hadn't noticed. They were still brushing that silky light grey hair, the flowing locks almost looking like the webbing they stood upon. That chest-length smoothness was the only part of their body that wasn't black as pitch. The chitinous spider parts were black of course, but so was the inky skin of the humanoid part of the beast.

For how bestial the spider half looked, the upper part was sleek and graceful. An undeniably feminine figure was only enhanced by the dark color of their skin. There wasn't a blemish or flaw to be found from the shapely hips to the generous rack. Mallory had had girlfriends who weren't half as well built as this beat was. But she was more concerned with how soft and vulnerable to swords that half was, not how smooth that skin would feel against her fur.

Mallory vaulted over the edge of the nest and half-ran, half-slid down the steep wall. Moving as quickly and quietly as she could the cat smoothly transitioned from a controlled skid to a more conventional run, showing exactly what cat-like agility really meant. She was near silent the whole time too, even closing in now the drider still hadn't heard her.

But that didn't mean they hadn't noticed her. Mya of course didn't rely on sound so much as movement. And while the cat was impressively light on her feet, they could detect a fly getting stuck on their web from the opposite end of the island. They had known the cat was there from the moment she lay paw on their home turf. It had been over before it started really.

Mya waited. And waited. Pretending to keep brushing their hair, like they really were just an easy prey and then... now! With a swift move of one of those eight legs the strand Mallory had just been about to step onto was yanked out from under her! Her foot moved into the empty air, fully expecting to find something and coming up tragically empty.

Mallory's stomach lurched as she started unexpectedly accelerating towards the ground with nothing to stop her from going face-first into the web. Her shield and sword clanged loudly on her breastplate as she fell, and Mallory knew that even if that move had been a coincidence the drider still knew she was here now.

And even worse she was stuck. Crashing into the disgusting webbing was bad enough, but now she was caught. Luckily she knew what to do here. She had drenched her armor before the fight, so the web adhered much more poorly than normal. Mya was sure that their prey would stay down, but frowned as they looked back to see Mallory quickly hacking the web off of her as easily as if it were a common spider's web. They'd worked hard on that, it was rude to destroy it so crassly!

Mallory was already back on her feet and now even more angry at this thing. She'd be picking spiderwebs out of her fur for months! "I'm glad your claws will pay for a spa day, because I'll need one to get this crap out!", she taunted the drider.

Mya just laughed, an airy and easy-going noise. Like this knight here to kill them had just told a sophisticated joke. "That's actually a new one for me! Usually the lines I hear are more heroic, less self-serving. But what else should I expect from a prissy kitty who thinks she's a knight?" Their voice was silky as the web they wove, carrying shades of an accent long forgotten to anyone outside this swamp. "And honestly, just my claws? Would be such a waste to not use all parts of this beautiful body."

It was a bit of a surprise for Mallory to hear the monster speaking, especially so fluently. But monster fighting was full of surprises. And no one was better at rolling with the punches than her. She was already approaching the swiping range of those big legs as she dashed forwards, eyeing them closely for danger. One of them tensed up, but it wasn't the nearest one. Thinking fast she realized the reason and leapt over the strand she had been meaning to step on just in time to see it yanked away under her.

"Well, you're cleverer than I thought, but beautiful? I think not." Truthfully Mal did quite like the upper body of the spider. Shapely, curvy, the way the sun reflected off that black skin was a wondrous thing. But the bottom half wasn't exactly to her tastes.

Mya cursed under her breath as the cat closed the distance between them. It seems that same trick wouldn't work a second time, and now she was too close to try for a third. They did know though that if this cat wanted their claws intact she'd be careful about her attacks. So a defensive swipe should work. A simple swing would far out-range this cat's sword.

The last few adventurers to try this had fallen to their web based attacks and it showed. That attack was sloppy. Not only did Mallory see it coming, she could easily deflect it too. The cat knew just the angle to counter so it would throw the spider's body off balance. Mya's eyes went wide in surprise as her attack's momentum was used against her, the leg that had attacked was now being forced to stomp down hard in an attempt to regain their equilibrium.

That was just the opening that Mallory was looking for. As that leg slammed down out of instinct, Mal slashed the strand of webbing it was aiming for. It was nearly the same trick that had been used against her, and it worked wonders. That large but slender leg tumbled down just like she had moments ago. The spider's body followed, crashing down until it was caught by their own net. No longer suspended in the air on this side, they were low enough for Mallory to nimbly hop up onto the monster's chitinous body.

As Mya struggled to pull herself back up Mallory dashed on the hard shell of the spider towards that upper body. She even cracked a smirk, delighted at how well her new trick had worked. She'd have to thank the drider for teaching her that. All the gloating had gone to her head though, there were still eight other legs to deal with.

One swung around nearly from behind the cat's body, her first warning of that coming from a few of the hairs on her tail being cut off. Lucky the fur was thick enough there to avoid being stung. A second attack came from the opposite direction and Mal turned as fast as she could to face the attack, but she only managed to bring her sword in the way at an awkward angle. The poisonous claw hit hard near the pommel of her blade, the direction of the blow only exacerbating the problem of her unpreparedness as the grip twisted in her hands.

She tried hard, but just couldn't keep her grip on it. The sword fell away, skittering off the hard plates of the spider and into the sticky mass below. Mallory cursed her hubris as she dodged a second swipe, crouching down to pounce the last bit of distance between her and the drider's human upper half.

Mya yelped as the cat hit them hard enough from behind to daze and wind the drider. They had only just recovered their footing before the tackle sent them staggering again, this time mostly from the shock as much as anything else. This part of their body was just so much more sensitive than the exoskeleton covered bits!

Mallory immediately pressed her attack, wrapping her right arm around the beast's humanoid neck in a tight chokehold. Squeezing down as hard as she could, there was no way that this beast would last long without air. Her left arm with the shield stayed active, blocking off an attack here or there, but it was clear that the spider was dazed at this point. Their swipes were weak and uncoordinated, they weren't fighting at anywhere near their peak potential.

"You put up a good fight", Mallory grunted out, mostly focused on the effort of keeping the spider's throat pinned. "I'll tell tales of you for years to come." She meant that too. The drider was going to get bigger with every telling of the story, the number of swords scattered around would grow, even the stickiness of the swamp would be exaggerated.

But Mya wasn't done just yet. "How..." they could only manage to barely gasp out the words with their throat so constricted. "How many... poisonous parts... do driders have?"

That was an odd question. Mallory frowned, not knowing what they were getting at. "Trivia seems an odd choice for last words, but ten. Eight legs, two front pincers. All fetching a nice price."

Mya shook their head as much as they could in that grip. "Wrong. There... are... twelve!", those words were hissed out just before they chomped down on Mallory's soft forearm! Two fangs easily pierced the space between where the leather gauntlet ended and her shoulder armor began, making Mallory yelp and release the stranglehold, staggering backwards.

Mya gasped for air, reaching their feminine humanoid arms up to massage their sore throat. This cat very nearly had gotten the better of them. But now wasn't the time to think about it, the fight wasn't over until it was over. They noticed the cat going for one of the potions at her side and struck with razor precision, knocking the glass bottle aside as Mallory was still fumbling with the cork. She cursed loudly as it fell away, a sound that made the drider smile a cruel smile.

Already the effects of the poison were taking hold. Mallory's vision blurred around the edges and she felt woozy. Of course being atop a rounded moving surface didn't help one bit, but the trained knight wasn't used to being this unsteady except when drunk or on nip. She had to get back to that antidote! But with how she was feeling it was probably already too late.

Mallory tried to leap down off of the drider's back towards where she had seen the bottle going, but instead lost her footing as she neared the edge of the drider's carapace. The cat who had been so graceful and agile throughout the fight now tumbled unceremoniously into the sticky web, landing in a heap of tacky strings.

All of this absolutely delighted Mya. They giggled softly as those eight legs all moved in perfect sync to maneuver the drider's body to bring the human upper half closer to the fallen knight. "Ah ah ah, none of that", they say as one leg casually reaches over Mallory to kick the bottle even further away. "I must thank you for the good fight, but I couldn't actually have you winning. Not when I'm so full of eggs right now."

Mallory's eyes go wide in shock. Eggs!?! She had assumed that losing this fight would find her ending up as a snack, but nothing like THAT. "Oh no. No no no. Not that. Please not that!" She whimpered, trying her best to get to her feet or at least her hands and knees. But it was like trying to move limbs made of jelly through quicksand. The more she tried to move the more she just ended up in a tangled mess of strands.

Mya purposefully exacerbated the issue. Grabbing a few strands they started deftly tying up the squirming cat as easily as if she was standing still. Mallory would find first one leg tied to the web, then she was flipped over onto her back and the other secured as well. The spider legs easily had enough strength to force her thighs apart, putting the poor tabby in a rather compromising position.

"I'm afraid it is going to be that. After all with that kind of strength you'll make for a perfect little egg sack. I'd be proud to have my babies take after you!" They reached with one of their humanoid arms to ruffle the cat's hair, their smile warm and inviting as they did. Mallory did not appreciate that one bit and took an uncoordinated swing that the drider was easily able to dodge.

"And so feisty too! An absolute treat of a kitten!" Mallory's cheeks burned with embarrassment at that compliment. It was coming from a literal monster, it shouldn't make her feel good at all. Kitten was an insult for Goddess' sake! So why was it making her blush under her fur?

Mya poked at the cat's leg, injecting a fresh dose of that venom into the cat. Mallory groaned, when she felt that, she had just been starting to feel more normal too! But now she was helpless to stop the spider legs from grabbing her arms and securing them above her head. More web and she was tied down at all four limbs, completely unable to move. The drider promptly got to work undressing her.

Spider claws slashed through armor straps like they were paper and the metal pieces they secured were tossed aside like trash. The cloth underlayers were just as easily removed, soon leaving Mallory in only scraps of her formerly proud armor set. The drider cooed their approval of the knight's newly revealed body.

"Oh, I just love this white belly fur! So soft, so pretty." Their fingers slipped through the thick fur of the cat's belly and Mallory looked aside like she didn't enjoy it. "And the muscle tone under here too! You work out, I can tell!" The drider was right, the body secured beneath her was a prize. Nicely sized breasts, shapely curves and soft fur all draped in stripes. That big tail kept waving around drunkenly too, the only part of her not secured down now.

"Just... just make it quick, beast", Mallory said. She wasn't sure what these feelings meant, why these compliments were getting under her skin more than someone her species might. Or why her pussy was glistening in anticipation.

The drider didn't know either, but they could smell it on the cat. A smile spread over their face. Apparently this knight didn't hate them as much as they let on. "Oh I don't think I will." They said as they lowered their humanoid body even closer to the cat, their hands trailing around the cat's body. "I think I'm going to caress and pet and enjoy my prize." They practically hissed out that last part. And all the while their hands dug through that fur grabbing breasts, inner thighs, the base of her neck. Testing every spot for what made her squirm.

Malory shut her eyes, trying to ignore it all. But her body was more open and honest. The way her back arched, her hands clamped into fists, her toes curled, it was all plain to see. She only had four limbs to pay attention to instead of ten, so for a drider toying with this body was child's play.

Though nothing would compare to the reaction they got when their fingers brushed over Mallory's slit. The cat's eyes shot back open as she looked down, seeing that inky black appendage exactly where she thought it would be. Teasing slow circles around her entrance, practically making her whine aloud in need.

"Let's see how much space I'll have for eggs inside of you", Mya teased as she slid two fingers inside. Even just that penetration made Mallory moan lewdly. She tried to clamp her hands over her mouth before being rudely reminded that her arms were firmly secured. She couldn't even stop the sounds of pleasure she was forced to make, couldn't do anything but put on a show for this beast.

Mya again just laughed at her struggles. "Goodness, so eager! Why, if I didn't know better I'd say you had wanted to lose." They stroked their fingers in a slow come hither motion, teasing at spots that Mallory would struggle to reach on her own. Soon a third finger slid inside, prompting another gasp from the cat. But that wasn't even the pinnacle.

While those three fingers kept up their work inside the increasingly wet cat, Mya's thumb came down to brush over Mallory's clit. Gently, barely touching it. Just a light graze really. But with the way it made her bite her lip and groan one could be fooled into thinking it was far more. "Oh you wouldn't... cum from a monster's touch, would you my sweet, pure knight? You wouldn't lose your honor to a simple beast, would you?"

Mallory shook her head no desperately. She was lying to herself as much as anyone else. "Then I guess I'll have to order you to. Cum for me my little egg-carrier. Cum HARD." Mya's order couldn't be ignored. Mallory moaned loudly, filling the swamp air with the sound of a forbidden and shameful, but oh so powerful joy. Her whole body twitched and moaned and lost itself in the pleasure of the moment, for a moment not even caring about her imminent danger.

Mya did their best to prolong that pleasure, to keep moving their fingers around to make that cat mewl. Feeling the cat's arousal splash onto their hand, pinching and teasing those hardened nipples with the other. Thoroughly enjoying using the cat as their toy.

Slowly Mallory came back to reality. Her breathing slowing from its fevered pitch to just panting, her whole body flopping back as she relaxed. Goddess above that had felt good. With that kind of pleasure one could almost forget the main event yet to come. Almost.

Mallory glanced down and instantly wished she hadn't. Mya had a large, cock-like protrusion coming from underneath their main body. Black as everything else on their body, but its surface was more skin-like, the same as their torso. And like so much of the beast it was slender, long, and smooth. It slowly tapered to a rounded point, forcing the cat to wonder just how deep it was going to go inside of her.

A few weak tugs at her bonds were all Mallory could manage as Mya climbed over her. Even with the venom dissipating she was worn out from the fight and the fingering. Not that she could have escaped even at full strength. "Now now, just hold still kitten. I swear you'll like this too."

That did little to reassure the knight. She whimpered at the cool touch of that smooth rod on her lower lips, wanting to look away but finding herself totally unable. It was like her eyes were glued to the sight of it pushing in. Her soft lower lips pressing in, deforming slightly before finally spreading apart.

Moans filled the air and it took a second before Mallory realized they were hers. She was moaning as that ovipositor buried inch after inch of smooth black shaft inside of her. Feeling it spread her sacred passage, split her apart with its steadily widening size. And all Mal could do was wonder why it felt so damned good.

Mya was clearly enjoying it too. This cat's insides were simply divine. Hot, tight, the drider hadn't felt a hole this good in a long time. And all of the lube from the cat's previous fingered orgasm just made it so easy to get deep inside her. Easy to fill her up with more ovipositor than even Mya would have suspected, easy to make them feel their own need welling up inside of them.

Mallory yiped in surprise as she felt a change down there. The smooth shaft suddenly expanded, making it feel like something had pressed past her lower lips, and now it was pushing inside of her. But there already was so much shaft in there! She looked down just in time to see a second bulge pressing at her lips, popping inside with minimal issue. Eggs. Sliding up the inside of that big tool inside of her.

"Oh no", she mewled pathetically. Even after all this time some part of her had still hoped that it wouldn't happen. But now those golf ball sized eggs were pushing their way inside her, one by one. A third pressed its way into her lower lips just moments before the first one reached the end of the drider's shaft.

Mya smiled, enjoying themself immensely. What a cute little meow this cat had. And then finally... ah. That sense of relief, of rightness as that egg left their shaft and deposited itself fully into their prey, there wasn't a better feeling in the world. A small spurt of cum followed it, the perfect way to follow it up and round out the sensation. And the best part was that there were still so many more.

They were coming faster now. Initially there had barely been three in the shaft at once, but now Mallory could feel there were easily four at a time. All depositing themselves and a spurt of what the cat would hope was just lube, but be forced to assume was some sort of seed.

But what was the point in hoping anymore? She already felt beyond full and the beast above her was only picking up the pace. Stuffing egg after egg into the cat's warm body, making full use of the convenient hole. Not just for reproduction, but for pleasure as well. Mya was getting into it, humping harder and faster as the eggs spilled out of their body. Fuck it felt good for the spider. Their two humanoid hands grabbed at their own breasts, pinching and rolling their nipples as their moans overtook the cats for once.

Mallory was humiliated to be used like this, but her body was still enjoying it far more than she felt it should. Seeing the drider lost in pleasure, using her as nothing more than a wet hole to pleasure themself and fill a biological need stirred something in her. All of her stresses as a knight were fading away into her new life as an egg sack. Teased and used for nothing more than the slit between her legs, making more monsters instead of taking them down. By all means it should make her hate it, but her body just wanted more.

Mya could almost physically sense the shift in their prey with how their body relaxed and accepted the drider's tool. And they LOVED it. The proud knight who had tried so hard to fight them giving in to her new life? It was just what a domineering drider needed to get off. "Fuck yes little kitten! Take my eggs!"

The previously more detached attitude of the drider quickly crumbled as their pleasure built, soon becoming far too powerful to contain. One last moan and a final spurt of what must be at least half a dozen eggs with the cum to match all spilled out of the beast, stuffing the poor cat to the brim.

Mallory's belly was now bulged like she was a few months pregnant, but it was clearly no natural baby. No, the eggs were just big enough that individual shapes could clearly be seen through the cat's belly, an undeniable sign that something more sinister was lurking inside of her.

Mya breathed a sigh of relief. "It's been way too long cat, thank you for that." They pulled out the ovipositor after that remark with a wet pop. A quick movement with one of their legs sealed the cat's pussy shut using a patch of webbing. "Just to keep those in. They should hatch soon enough. I'm going to go take a nap. If you need anything, well, just wait."

That was it? Mallory was still a little dazed from the venom and utterly stuffed full of these eggs, but she couldn't help feeling indignant at that treatment. After all their fighting the beast was just going to walk away and take a nap?!? It was unfair! This was absolutely no way to treat a knight! "I... that's... but what about me? Are they... will they eat me from the inside out?"

A haughty laugh answered Mallory as Mya turned to walk away. "Oh of course! That's why I want a nice strong incubator, though I do worry your body will be a bit lean. It will make them strong either way." The drider didn't seem concerned at all about the fate she was summarily sentencing the cat to.

The normally stoic and proud knight allowed herself a pitiful whimper as the drider walked further away to a sunny spot in the net. As rough as it seemed this was an opportunity. While Mya drifted off for a mid-day nap, Mallory could recover from the venom, slowly but surely.

It took a few hours, but eventually she was back. Fully aware and at full strength, there would be no stopping her now! Except that she still found herself completely unable to do so much as budge the webbing holding her down. Even worse though she would soon feel an even more disturbing sensation.

Deep inside her one of the eggs stirred. It was light enough that she could have sworn she was just imagining things at first, but then it happened again. Then again. Those movements were getting closer together, faster. And even more worryingly, stronger. Jostling this way and that, increasingly signalling that they were ready for something more than sucking up the warmth of their unwilling host.

With no one else to turn to Mallory called out for the only person that could hear. "H-hey, Miss Drider?" She called out nervously. The drider opened one eyelid and turned towards the cat curiously. "Miss Drider, they're starting to move kind of a lot!"

That woke them up. "Oh? Well why didn't you tell me sooner?! And call me Mya." The clearly still groggy monster skittered over their web as quickly as they could, getting right up close to Mallory again. They gave the cat's belly a discerning look before reaching down to tap it a few times, leaving the poor cat utterly bewildered.

"Mallory, and just what... what are you doing?", Mallory asked nervously. This treatment seemed strangely caring considering she was just about to be eaten from the inside out.

Mya was as unfazed as ever though. "Oh just checking if they're ready. I think we have a minute or two yet, but we really don't want to be late. It's an absolute MESS if they hatch inside you."

Well now Mallory was very confused. "Wait, you DON'T want them inside? But aren't they gonna... won't they like, eat me?"

Mya glanced up from Mallory's belly with a quizzical look on their face. "What do you..." When their eyes met Mallory's though they knew they had made a mistake. "Oh you were being serious earlier? Oh goodness no. They absorb your stamina, your mana, your essence, but don't ACTUALLY eat you. You won't be able to cast any spells for a few days, and you'll be tired, but you'll be fine. Now, are you prepared for me to pull them out?"

Mallory was completely unprepared for that revelation. So she'd not only survive, but she'd be totally fine? Well, as long as this pulling out went well. "I... I suppose so. How are you-?"

Her question is cut off by Mya's fingers grabbing at the webbing they had used to seal the cat's pussy earlier. Skilled fingers deftly remove it from her fur and pull it away to reveal one of the strands actually trails right inside of her. As Mya pulled it taught Mallory felt the egg closest to her entrance move in response. The sensation was strange enough that she was unable to suppress a noise of surprise.

"There we go, all ready. You've been a very good girl for me, so just relax and let this happen." Mya cooed the words softly, then started to pull. Mallory had no real choice in the matter, so tried to force herself to relax. It was difficult though, with the big spider so close to her she just felt nervous. Being tied down didn't help either.

Mya quickly noticed the tension in the cat's body. They frowned slightly and stopped pulling. "Look, I don't want to damage the eggs, or make a mess inside of you. If you need help relaxing I can hit you with some venom, would that help?"

Working together with a monster, being offered help by one. This all felt so strange to Mallory, but after a moment's hesitation she nodded. The venom wasn't that bad really, and if it got those eggs out of her it would be worth it.

"Alright, hold still." One of those big spider legs moves smoothly until it's hovering over Mallory's thigh, just barely hanging over the surface. Then with startling speed and precision it jabs downwards and back up, delivering the dose before the cat can even react.

It works just as quickly as before, spilling into her bloodstream and bringing that same drunken sensation. Now that she wasn't in mortal danger Mallory had to admit that it wasn't actually that bad. Certainly better than being too drunk. Though probably not quite as nice as some good catnip.

The venom did its job too. With the cat relaxed beneath their body Mya started pulling again. Mallory giggles beneath them, but isn't as dangerously tense as she was the first time. Without the danger to herself and the eggs Mya can slide out smoothly. At first there's a small bulge in Mallory's crotch, then a bit of that cum spills out. Finally the first egg peaks out, followed quickly by it popping free.

It's the first time either of them have seen one from the cat and it's picked up a lovely translucent orange coloring. Mya coos like it's the cutest thing they've ever seen. "Aw look, you imprinted on them so well! You must be proud."

Truthfully Mallory had no idea why she would be proud, but the encouraging tone of voice makes her smile and giggle. She was a good kitty. Good kitties like praise.

Her work wasn't done though. That first egg was attached to the one behind it by a similarly thin string, so Mya kept pulling. Knowing what to expect this time Mallory almost enjoyed the experience. It reminded her in some ways of being knotted, and the abundance of cum inside of her kept everything well lubed. Egg after egg popped out of her, all on that same long thread that apparently connected them all.

The painful bulge of her belly slowly worked its way down in size as the string of eggs outside of her grew and grew in length. Every little pop and pull out made her purr slightly as it relieved the tension in her body, and by the time they were reaching the end she was feeling utterly pleased. Almost remiss for it to be over.

This venom must do strange things to her mind. Here she was, having just been forcibly used by a monster and she was pleased with herself. What had come over her? Her confusion was only deepened when Mya started to remove her bindings.

"What are you doing?", she asked the beast, who looked at the cat like she was crazy.

"Freeing you of course. I mean, I got what I needed, so you can go. I figured you'd be getting sore stuck bound up like that. Oh, and your sword is over there." They gestured with one of the legs towards where that shiny hilt stuck out from the webbing.

This all seemed wrong. The very monster she had come to slay was helping her find her sword? Mya must have noticed her confused expression. "Look, we got off on the wrong foot. You tried to kill me and I used you as an egg sack. But that's in the past, so unless you want to fight again I suggest you leave to the south. I shed a carapace there about a week ago, it's plenty fresh if you want some venomous fangs."

Mallory was still in no condition to fight, so she just nodded. "I, yeah that would be nice. I... sorry I guess." She felt rather like a jerk now, considering that shed skin must have been there the whole time without any violence required. Though she had paid for her aggression in a way.

The awkwardness of their conversation gave way to an even more awkward silence as Mallory got to her still-unsteady feet, gathering her scattered things. But what was there to say anyways? Mya was busy moving the eggs to a nice safe spot in the nest, building up a little webbing fort around them. Just as Mallory was about to leave though she turned back one last time.

"How often do driders need to lay eggs?", she asked a bit sheepishly.

"Once a month at most", came the smooth tones of Mya's voice, "But we like company more frequently than that."

Mallory smiled. Maybe she had found a reason to like the swamp after all.