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It was as normal of a day as it could be in Zatara’s, with serving clients that came in to warm up from the cold weather and some occasional cleaning that carried over from my days as a maid. My cleaning habit did annoy Zatara on occasions because then she would have to scramble and find something for her actual maids to do during work hours. Whenever I was not serving my shift or cleaning, I would be at my sleeping quarters either reading or… well, sleeping. Sleeping was a bit rough when I first moved into Stalliongrad, though, and it still kind of is.  
 
Even though I was no longer working with my previous owner in Marelin, all the abuse and trauma he put me through had haunted me in my dreams. I started having night terrors that caused me to claw at my neck in my sleep, which meant that I would wake up with some pretty bad claw marks all over my neck along with the collar torn. It had gotten so bad that my collar needed to be replaced and I had to have fist mitts strapped onto my hands every night when I go to sleep. I still have night terrors and I still claw at my neck whenever I feel anxious or stressed, but at least I don’t do as much damage and I am working on controlling it.  
 
Anyway, I was at work, but I didn’t have any appointments scheduled nor had anyone requested a session with me. I had left my sleeping quarters because I had read pretty much every book and magazine Zatara had gotten me. Everything about Stalliongrad and really pony culture in general is so fascinating to me, yet all those books and magazines only served as a taste for what both of those things have to offer. I want to experience all of it, but I’m not really allowed anywhere outside of Zatara’s except for a handful of stores. It’s a bummer, however I’ll think of some way to truly experience what this city has to offer.  
 
Regardless, I was wandering around the place looking for something to do. Zatara and the maids wanted me to avoid doing anymore cleaning, so I was left with pretty much nothing to do. I was thinking of indulging myself in one of those fancy machines, but they were all either occupied, reserved, or closed for maintenance. Ronan also had his shift to attend to, which left me with nobody to really talk to. I also thought about going out to collect bugs, but Zatara wanted me to stay in the building in case a customer wanted a session with me.  
 
Yes, I love bugs; ever since I was a kid, I’ve always loved insects and especially moths and spiders. When I was in Ardagon, I would go out and look for bugs and even bring home a few to keep as pets. In Stalliongrad, I sometimes go out to the forest nearby and search for bugs that I have never seen before. I brought back a small little jumping spider that now lives with me in the sleeping quarters; I named her Lucy.  
 
“Excuse me, Miss?”  
 
My ears picked up a voice behind me and I turned to find a solid white, female drider with a pale pink mane that reached down to her waist and hot pink patterns down the sides of her abdomen. What freaked me out were her eyes, which were completely black except for her hot pink irises that gazed at me curiously.  
 
“I’ve noticed you’ve been wandering around for quite a bit, are you lost?,” she asked as she approached me.  
 
“O-Oh, no Miss, I um, I was just looking for something to do,” I clumsily responded.  
 
She blinked at me before realization struck her. “Oh, silly me, you’re one of Madam Zatara’s. I’m Cuddle Blossom, I came here as a volunteer.”  
 
I remembered Zatara mentioned there would be a volunteer earlier that day, but I didn’t think it would be a drider. However, I didn’t mind it all that much; like I said, I love bugs.  
 
“That’s right, she uh, she mentioned you would be here today. Um, what exactly are you volunteering for, Miss Blossom?”  
 
“I’m here to make sure those of Madam Zatara’s that are unoccupied get some… time to relax. Say, your name wouldn’t happen to be ‘Emmalyn,’ would it?,” she asked with a smirk that revealed her fangs.  
 
I gulped; it was clear to me at that point that Zatara brought Cuddle Blossom in specifically for me. She probably had my best interest in mind since she knew of my trauma and night terrors, but I was nervous because I had never hooked up with a drider before. I didn’t know what to expect from Cuddle Blossom, and I had no idea what she had planned for me.  
 
“U-Uh, yeah, that’s me. I guess Madam Zatara told you about me?”  
 
“Of course, she recommended that I take care of you specifically. You have a bit of trouble sleeping at night, correct?”  
 
“Um, yes, that is correct, Miss Blossom.”  
 
“Please, just call me Cuddle. Come, I have a room set up just for you,~” she beckoned as I followed her to a room she had set up.  
 
Inside was a complete maze made of web; branches and tunnels made entirely of spider silk filled the ginormous room. Needless to say, I was intimidated, but it was too late to back out as she pushed me in and closed the door behind her, leaving me in total darkness. I used my glowing tongue as a weak light source and found that Cuddle Blossom had disappeared, which made me even more anxious. Already I started to lightly claw at my neck when her voice echoed through the makeshift drider cave:  
 
“Relax, don’t be scared… Just follow the sound of my voice…”  
 
Her voice sounded much more gentle and soothing than before, and my fear slowly washed away as I approached the source of her voice. I kept a hand against the wall of the silky tunnel as I slowly inched my way towards her. Every time her soft voice spoke, the closer it sounded and the more I started to relax. Eventually, I yelped when I was suddenly grabbed from behind and pulled up to a higher point in the nest. The next moment I felt fangs sink into my neck, which caused me to thrash and cry out in panic.  
 
Slowly my cries for help were hushed and my squirming body went limp as the venom she pumped into me made my mind go hazy. All I could do was moan in protest as she wrapped me up starting from my hooves. By the time she reached my head, only my feet and my forearms tucked behind my back were fully cocooned; the rest of me was left fully exposed save for a few strands of silk loosely wrapped around me. I was confused at this, since I knew driders usually cocoon their prey fully except for the delicate bits and maybe the eyes and mouth. Before she wrapped my head and finished off the incomplete cocoon, she spoke to me in a soft voice:  
 
“There’s just one little thing I need to do…”  
 
I then heard a click as I felt my collar unlocked and removed from my neck.  
 
“Let’s keep this just between us, okay…?”  
 
I was baffled; I didn’t know how she got a hold of my collar key, and I never really got to find out. With my collar removed, she sealed my head into a cocoon hood that covered everything except for the tuft of mane on top of my head. She gently ran her fingers through it before she went back and added more layers to the fully cocooned areas, ensuring my imprisonment even if the venom were to wear off. By the time it finally wore off, she positioned me against the webbed floor of the tunnel with my face down and my ass up.  
 
I knew what came next after I was placed into that submissive position, and I was very conflicted about it. I was worried that the eggs would hurt going both in and out of me, but I’ve also seen that clients who went through that process absolutely loved it. I’ve always wanted to experience it for myself to see if it really was that great, but I’ve always been too scared to. However, I didn’t get to think about it for long as I felt a tongue enter my delicate slit, which caused me to let out a startled moan.  
 
Zatara discovered my little secret soon after she bought me during her training session with me, but because I desperately wanted to keep it a secret, she was kind enough to provide me with potions that swapped out my member tucked inside my slit with actual female delicates whenever I was on shift. I was grateful that she had provided them for me, not only because it kept my secret safe, but because I finally got to experience pleasures that were otherwise impossible to achieve in my regular form. Despite this, I could never get used to how extremely sensitive it was. I wasn’t sure if it was because my rod was equally as sensitive due to never seeing use outside of the occasional jerk, but either way it drove me crazy every time.  
 
I barely did anymore than squirm and moan as she ate me out, and there wasn’t really much else I could do; I was bound and the pleasure was absolutely overwhelming. It didn’t take long before I cried out as I reached my climax, which caused me to shiver and pant. I felt Cuddle’s tongue clean out my quiverring slit and eventually she mounted me. Before she plunged her ovipositor that was poking at my lower lips into me, she whispered into my deafened ear as she ran her fingers gently through my mane:  
 
“Stay relaxed, let me take care of you and I will make it worthwhile…”  
 
With that, she shoved her egg-laying member into my sensitive puss and forced me to let out a muffled gasp. It felt so thick and sleek inside me, unlike anything I had taken under my tail before. I felt like I was melting in pleasure as she thrusted into me; it was so smooth, it felt almost like a toy except it was warm and alive. There wasn’t much I could do except to writhe and moan as I steadily approached my second orgasm, and I could sense that Cuddle was getting close as well.  
 
Suddenly, she slammed her entire length into me as she came, painting my inside with some kind of thick fluid. I then felt her member push past my cervix and into my womb, but the strange thing was it didn’t feel at all painful; if anything, it pushed me over the edge and I climaxed with a shuddering moan. I panted as I basked in the afterglow before I gasped as I felt the first egg travel down the ovipositor and be deposited into my womb. The sensation felt so surreal that I don’t think I can put it into words, but it felt so good and unlike anything I had felt before…  
 
I barely moved and only muttered soft moans as my womb was being stuffed full one egg at a time, slowly expanding my stomach in the process. I felt like I would cum again just from the eggs being laid into me, but just as I reached the edge, the last egg was deposited and Cuddle retracted her slick rod from my dripping nether. I felt bloated from the sheer number of eggs resting in my womb, but it felt strangely calming and I found myself feeling content. Despite this, the heat in my loins from being denied release was aching me and I found myself whimpering as I tried to reach that climax using my tail.  
 
That was when I discovered another effect of the venom, one that didn’t make itself apparent right away: self-pleasure was rendered nearly impossible. No matter how much I rubbed or even penetrated my delicates, I could not get to that breaking point and ease the heat. Cuddle pulled my tail away and carried me deeper into the nest, much to my frustration but there wasn’t much else I could do. Once she strung me up, I was left alone.  
 
After a little while, the heat died down on its own and sleepiness took over. The rest was devoid of any dreams, but at least it was better than nightmares. Eventually I woke up with hunger pains and realized something: if it was going to take a few days before I lay the eggs and leave, how would I eat? Surely Cuddle knew this and already had some way to address that problem, right?  
 
Sure enough, it didn’t take long before I got my questions answered. Cuddle had returned and parted the web that had covered my mouth. Before I could say anything, what tasted like breaded salmon on a fork made its way into my mouth. I tried to pull back at first, but then I happily accepted the piece and chewed it down once I realized what it was.  
 
I feel like now is a good time to mention that I love fish, and always had since I was little. I grew up eating mostly fish alongside plants because of how much I loved it, to the point that I refused to eat any other kinds of meat. Of course I have grown to be less picky about what sort of meats I eat, but I would always pick fish above all else along with some berries to go with it. Anyway, back to the story.  
 
The meal consisted of breaded salmon, corn, and grapes in that order as I was being fed, which I didn’t mind at all. After that I was basically bottle-fed water before my lips were sealed once again and she petted my mane before she left me alone. With my belly feeling as full as it looked, I slowly dozed back off to sleep. Later on I woke up hungry again, and the feeding session started again.  
 
A few days of sleeping and feeding later, and it came time to lay the eggs. Cuddle had me repositioned to where my legs were spread and there was a net placed below me. She had removed the silk hood from my head so that I could experience it without any of my senses hindered, and she had sat behind me and held me close. Eventually, the first egg started to make its way out of my womb.  
 
It felt so surreal yet oh so good; the best way I could describe it was like being penetrated by a huge cock in reverse. I couldn’t help but quiver and gasp as the egg slowly went down my passage and towards my folds. Cuddle only caressed my mane slowly as I was melting in pleasure. After a little while, I shuddered and cried out as I climaxed and the egg successfully deposited onto the nest below.  
 
I was only given a moment to bask in the afterglow before the second egg made its way out. Every egg I laid brought with it orgasm after orgasm, and my mind almost went completely numb from it all. As my womb was being emptied one egg at a time, my stomach slowly shrank back to its normal lean shape. By the time I had deposited the last egg, I experienced what felt like true bliss.  
 
After I was untied and re-collared, I had fallen asleep in Cuddle’s arms as she carried me back to my sleeping quarters for the day. I couldn’t help it; the session was one of the best that I’ve experienced and would wish to experience again, but it was also very exhausting. Besides, her chest was really warm and soft, more so than the bed I had become accustomed to. Even in sleep, I noticed the shift in warmth and softness as Cuddle tucked me into bed.  
 
It always felt… lonely every time I had to turn in for the night or my client was done for the day. Nothing compared to the warm embrace of another creature, and I don’t think there is anything out there that could replicate it. In the end, despite what wonderful things I may have experienced during the day, I always enter my sleeping quarters feeling empty. Sure, the idea of having sex all day, every day sounds fun, but there’s no real passion; they come in, they fuck me and acknowledge me during it all, and then leave without giving me anymore thought.  
 
I know my purpose at this point is to practically be a sex toy that has some freedom, but for once I would like to be with someone that treats me as more than that. Zatara cares about me, sure, but I’m really nothing more than her employee and by extension her property. Ronan and I barely talk anymore because of our busy schedules and the fact that I can’t be anywhere near fire anymore without suffering some form of PTSD. In the end, I at least want to have a friend; someone who would listen to me talk and see me as a person and not as a sex toy.  
 
I woke up the morning after feeling refreshed and, surprisingly, with no claw marks on my neck despite not wearing any restraints. For the first time since I had moved into Stalliongrad, I didn’t experience any night terrors. I didn’t experience any for a few more days until they unfortunately came crawling back and I had to switch back to sleeping with fist mitts. It was a bummer, but at least it was an indication that there was something that could be done about my trauma.  
 
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Some spooder egg stuff done with Emmalyn, now with some more character development!  
 
Zatara @ billy2345 billy2345  
 
Cuddle Blossom @ MalestromConnor MalestromConnor  
 
Emmalyn & Ronan @ me