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A myriad of feelings and vague images flashed through Inkblot's mind. Faint voices speaking as though they were a great distance away, and the occasional glance at what may have been people moving around her, but in her state it was difficult to tell. There were times where she thought she felt warm, other time cold, and at least once it seemed to her she was submerged in a lake or river. Through it all, her body was ravaged by a constant state of arousal. Every touch, real or imagined, had her mind reeling in ecstasy. It was as though her life existed in a constant state of orgasm, a pleasure hell she would never be freed from.

But gradually, her nerves seemed to calm. Though it felt as though it would drag on forever, the feeling of being constantly on edge began to fade. It was barely noticeable at first, but even in her rest she could feel her muscles relaxing, and her mind finally finding a chance to truly recover from the nearly endless sexual assault.

Eventually, Inkblot found the energy to open her eyes. Slowly at first, the young fox let her glowing eyes adjust to the bright light. As her focus returned she saw she was in an unfamiliar room, tucked into a simple yet comfortable bed. The realization that she was even in a building came as a relief. Being inside hopefully meant she was safe from the perverted creatures that seemed to populate this realm.

"Oooh..." She groaned, trying to rise from the bed and finding that every one of her muscles ached. Her full memory was returning as well, of the Wardens, the wolves, and that damn plant. She had only spent one day in this place and had already been put through the ringer. She hardly felt like the savior of a god.

Inkblot mustered the strength to sit up and better take in her surroundings. The room was small and sparsely decorated, like a guest bedroom, or a room at a small town inn. Still, it was cozy and much preferable to the wilderness outside. Inkblot shivered as she remembered the wolves more clearly, hugging herself and only then noticing that she was no longer in the nude. Someone, presumably the owner of this place, had kindly dressed her in a simple gown, allowing her a bit of modesty. A quick check under the garment had her heart sinking once more. She was apparently nude beneath the gown, but her despair came from the sight of her poor, abused pussy. The normally soft and plush mons were spread apart, her tender blue cervix protruding from between her nether lips and fully exposed. The astral fox reached down between her legs, gently trying to push the entrance to her womb back into place. And though the flesh was no longer as sensitive as it had been, she couldn't seem to find the strength to force it back within her passage, somewhat afraid to push too hard and cause even more damage.

Just then the door creaked open, Inkblot pulling the bedsheets up around her defensively as a white rabbit entered the room, carrying a small basin of water. He nearly dropped that basin, and his jaw, when he saw Inkblot sitting up in bed.

"By the gods, I thought you'd never wake!"

"Well I have." Inkblot replied, still keeping a wary eye on the man. Given how the other inhabitants of this world had greeted her, she wasn't quite ready to just trust anyone else so easily. "I just needed to sleep it off for a few hours."

"A few hours?" The rabbit scoffed, placing the basin on a nearby table. "I'm afraid it's been more than a few hours. You were carried into my clinic two days ago."

"Two days!?"

"Oh yes. But you should consider yourself lucky. Very few people ever escape the clutches of Sarracenia estrus. Many spend weeks, even months being milked by those things. And of those that survive, none ever forget it."

The rabbit seemed to become momentarily lost in thought, his face blanching just a bit. When he looked back up he found Inkblot staring at him blankly, still on the defensive. "Oh! My apologies! I do tend to ramble sometimes. Uh, my name is Quentin Gray, and I'm the, uh, well the closest thing to a doctor this town has, I guess. I've been looking after you since you arrived, doing all I could to ease your suffering as the toxins, uh, worked their way out of your system."

"Toxins?" Inkblot grimaced as Quentin's words became clear. "You mean that fucking plant. If I ever find that thing I'm gonna rip it from the ground by its roots."

"Near as our scouts can tell, it's already dead." The rabbit offered with a shrug. "Seems your escape did the thing in. Impressive, really. Sarracenia estrus is one of the many dangerous plants in this realm. It captures its prey and traps them indefinitely, keeping them alive as it feeds off their, uh, reproductive fluids."

The man blushed profusely as an uncomfortable silence filled the room. The two stared at each other for a moment, before the rabbit suddenly jumped to attention. "Oh my! You must be starving! Let me fetch you something to eat and drink. Then we can, uh, talk more? If you want, that is."

He stumbled about before finally departing, though Inkblot distinctly heard him trip over something as he scampered off.

"Seems nice enough, if a bit jumpy. Maybe not everyone here just wants to plow my puss."

That thought pulled her attention back to said puss, and the fox sighed again as she saw her prolapsed cervix. Determined, she tried once again to push it in, but the flesh was soft and slippery, her fingers simply sliding along the sensitive organ without making any progress.

"I tried to put it back." Inkblot snapped her head up to see Quentin at the door once more, holding a plate with bread and cheese for her. "Victims of S. estrus often end up with a prolapse like that. Unfortunately, it's not easy to undo the damage there. At least, not without risking even more damage."

"So, I'm stuck like this?" Inkblot dared to ask, gladly accepting the offered food. Now that she could see, and smell, the bread, she only then realized just how hungry she was. "There's no way at all to put it back in?"

"Over time, your body will sort things back to the way they're supposed to be, I think." Quentin forced a smile, though Inkblot could tell he was just trying to sound hopeful, and didn't really know for sure. "There are a few other women in this town with that condition, and they seem to be mending rather nicely. I'm sure you'll see the same result soon, Miss..."

"Inkblot." The astral fox replied between ravenous bites. "Just Inkblot. And, thanks for looking after me while I was down for the count."

"Oh it's no trouble." The rabbit smiled again, more sincerely. "It's kind of my job after all. I was a biologist after all, before being sent here."

"Sent here?" Inkblot paused long enough to shoot the rabbit a curious look. "You mean, you're not from here?"

"Of course not." Quentin chuckled. "Many of us were brought here to complete the Challenge of the Body and be the Wardens' Saviors and all that bullshit. What a laugh."

Inkblot froze, staring at the man mid-bite. "But... But they said I was the savior. That if I completed the challenges..."

"That if you completed all three challenges you'd bring their dead god back to life?" Quentin finished for her. "Yeah, at least half the town was told that very same thing."

With a shake of his head, Quentin stepped over to the nearby window, throwing the curtains aside and revealing the large, well populated town just outside. Many buildings sprawled out along her view, implying that the population here was rather significant.

"Welcome to Warden's Folly." Quentin officially greeted her. "Home of the countless failed saviors who can never leave."

Slowly, Inkblot got out of bed and approached the window, taking in the view. The town was larger than she would have expected, and even from there she could see many people of all ages milling about the streets as they went about their daily lives. This was a full fledged community, and she could tell it had been around for many years.

"Was everyone in this town sent by the Wardens?"

"Oh no. All of the kids and a few of the adults were actually born and raised here. Warden's Folly was established long ago, long before I ever got here. Y'see, a lot of the so called saviors who were sent here didn't even know what they were supposed to do. After surviving for as long as they could, and eventually finding each other, they decided to give up and just make a new home here. Over time, more and more people started showing up, a few a year in fact. Many, after learning about all the dangers in this world, decided to just hang it up and move in. Eventually they all learn to call this place home, and a few people have even hooked up and started their own families."

"And those that don't give up?" Inkblot dared to ask.

Quentin simply shrugged, which was enough of an answer for her.

"But wait, you said you can never leave? We're all trapped here?"

"Near as we can tell, yeah." Quentin admitted, his gaze out on the town. "We were sent to complete some challenge, and beat some final guardian. Since none of us know exactly what that is or have attempted it, we're kinda stuck here. We assume one only gets to leave when they complete the trial."

"And nobody knows what to do?" Inkblot groaned in frustration. "Great. Just great."

"You're more than welcome to join us in our little bit of paradise here, Miss Inkblot." Quentin offered warmly. "There's plenty of room for one more."

But the fox was already shaking her head. "Sorry Quentin, but I refuse. I can't stay trapped in one place for my whole life. Someone has to know what's going on here, and how to complete the trial."

"Well, there is one theory, but no one's really been able to confirm it."

"What is it?" She was quick to ask. "I'll try anything. I refuse to give in until I've at least tried."

"It's incredibly dangerous." Quentin offered, but he could tell she wasn't going to let it go. "Alright. Some people, myself included, think that the guardian you need to defeat might be Aetaluxus, though again, no one's been able to confirm that."

"Who's Aetaluxus and where can I find him?"

"Slow down there, Miss." Quentin instructed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You're barely in any condition to head out of town, nevermind take on Aetaluxus, the Ever Hungering."

"Ever hungering?"

"Yeah, and he's earned that title." Quentin was quick to dispel her mirth. "Aetaluxus is a dragon, and a powerful one. He takes whatever he pleases, and no one can stop him. And his hunger seems insatiable. In fact, we have to offer him regular sacrifices a few times a year just to keep him from destroying Warden's Folly."

"Sacrifices?"

"Volunteers, mostly." Quentin admitted with a grim visage. "If we're lucky, newcomers sent by the Wardens will happily march into Aetaluxus's lair in the vain hope of slaying him. Other times, someone in town has to volunteer for the task."

"That's horrible." Inkblot spat. "But there are so many of you here! Couldn't you all form an army and overwhelm him?"

"It's been tried, according to town records. It... did not go well."

Not sure how to reply, Inkblot retreated to the small bed, quietly weighing her options. "I can't be trapped here forever. I refuse to be. If passing this trial means I have to kill a dragon, that I'm killing that dragon. Just tell me where he is."

"I can't in good conscience let you go after Aetaluxus in your current state."

"Quentin-"

"Just wait a few days." The rabbit continued. "Give yourself time to fully recover. We have ways of getting people directly to his lair. And, as it stands, you could stand in for the next sacrifice. There are quite a few townsfolk that would rather it be a stranger than a loved one, no offense. Just, wait a couple days so we can get things in order, and so you can be at your peak before heading off to commit suicide."

"Fine." Inkblot agreed, grabbing another piece of bread. "One more day should be enough for me. I recover quickly. Tomorrow, I want to know how to get to this guy, and anything else anyone knows about him."

"Very well." Quentin sighed. "You can stay here in the meantime. And of course you're free to explore the town. I'll see what I can do to arrange transportation."

"Thank you, Quentin." Inkblot flashed him a wink. "And who knows. Maybe when I do defeat Aetul-whatever, you'll all get to return to your homes as well."

"Now that would be something." The rabbit admitted, before leaving Inkblot to recover in peace.

After eating her fill, and finding a comfortable pair of pants, Inkblot decided to follow Quentin's suggestion and explore the town of Warden's Folly. It was larger than she would have expected, her view from the rabbit's home was only a taste of the town's splendor. The streets were filled with people of all ages, going about their seemingly happy lives as though this was the only home they'd ever known. And in fact, for many, it was. All of the young children, and a few of the adults, had been born in Warden's Folly, their parents or grandparents having been sent to this place by the Wardens to save their god.

The more she lingered on that bit of the news, the more Inkblot wished she had simply throttled the strange, masked beings as soon as she had met them. A part of her had truly believed that she could be some special, chosen hero to bring a god back to life. Now she was in a town filled with hundreds of people who had all been told the same thing. She wasn't a hero, she had simply won the universe's worst lottery.

Inkblot chose not to linger about the streets for too long; she didn't want to become attached to the place or her people, for she didn't intend on staying. So as the sun began to set, the Void Fox made her way back to Quentin's home, in the hopes that arrangements would already be made and she'd be on her way come morning. The rabbit's concerned expression didn't fill her with much hope.

"There is a problem." Quentin began, deciding not to sugarcoat the issue. "The steeds we usually use to send the volunteers to Aetaluxus's lair are, well... preoccupied."

"Preoccupied with what?" She had to ask. "I'm going to fight your dragon for you. That's kind of important, isn't it?"

"It is!" He assured her. "It's just... well, it's breeding season, and most of the steeds have gone out to... breed. We've found it's best to let them out into the fields to take care of their natural urges, rather than try and keep them penned up. They can get a bit ornery otherwise."

"Of course." She groaned. "Is everything in this world sex obsessed?"

Quentin could only shrug. "Things are pretty safe inside the town walls. Outside, it's anything goes."

"So how long do I have to wait?"

"Not too long. Another day or two, until one of the steeds returns from having his fun. In the meantime, since you're here, I was hoping you could help me with something else."

"Of course you were." Inkblot sighed, a bit more aggressively than she intended. "So, what do you need?"

"Well, as I said, I am the closest thing to a physician this town has. And given how dangerous this world is, I go through medical supplies rather quickly. We have to rely on whatever we can find in this world, so it can make resupplying a dangerous task in and of itself. And I happen to be running low on a few things..."

"So what do you need?" Inkblot cut in. "Need me to gather up some beast cum, or the grapes from those perverted plants?"

"Oh goodness, no!" Quenten gasped, seeming genuinely offended. "I don't think the semen of any of this world's creatures has any medicinal properties. At least I hope not. And those grapes are an incredibly potent aphrodisiac. Some older gentlemen use them as a... marital aid... but only in very small dosages."

"Then what do you need?"

Quentin gestured for her to wait just a moment as he retrieved an old looking book. He placed it on the table near her, opening it to a marked page featuring depictions of a strange looking spider.

"This is the mud cave spider, a local species that aren't usually too incredibly dangerous. Though they are large for spiders, they aren't so big that they pose any threat to us, except for in incredibly large numbers. Luckily, they prefer to live in a complex of nearby mud caves not too far from here. Hence the name."

"And let me guess: you need their venom?"

"Oh no, we actually have plenty of that." Quentin replied with a smile. "It's a very useful neurotoxin. Mostly harmless, it makes a great anesthetic when properly diluted. Purer samples are handy for rendering larger threats unconscious, as their bites can knock out a full grown man in just a few seconds. Now, what I need are the spiders' eggs."

"Their eggs?"

"I know, it seems odd, but from the fluids within the unhatched eggs, I can make some rather potent poultices." The rabbit smiled rather proudly at her. "Normally, the eggs are very easy to collect. The spiders lay them in small mud holes all along the cavern's walls. But we've had a particularly dry season, so there isn't as much mud. My guess is the spider's all laid their eggs far deeper in their lairs than usual, much closer to their active nests."

"And you want me to risk my hide to go in there and get the eggs for you?"

"Think of it as training before you take on Aetaluxus." Quentin reasoned, still smiling at her. "Like I said, the spiders should be no threat to you."

"Until a horny one decided to try and shove its dick up my ass."

"That shouldn't be a problem." Quentin said, blushing all the same at the mental image. "The males tend to scatter far from their nests after breeding. And those that don't become dinner to the impregnated females. My guess is they are somewhat related to black widow spiders. Either way, there should be no males. You just have to sneak down until you find the egg holes and collect a few eggs."

"And how will I know how to find them?"

Quentin pointed to one of the sketches in his book, which detailed a series of small holes in a cave wall. "The holes will be very small and damp, and a bit warm. You'll have to carefully open them up, then scoop the eggs into a jar I will provide you. Fill up the jar and you'll be good to go."

"And then I'll get my ride to the dragon?"

Quentin nodded, and with a sigh Inkblot agreed to his request. "I suppose if I can't handle a few spiders, there's no way I can take on a dragon. When should I leave?"

---

At Quentin's suggestion, Inkblot waited until the following morning to head out. The rabbit escorted her to the city gates, giving her directions and advice along the way, while constantly double checking to make sure she was well equipped for the task.

"It's a short walk along a mostly open path." He explained. "It should only take a few hours to get to the caves. If all goes well you should be back before supper."

"And then I'll be off to kill a dragon tomorrow." Inkblot announced with her head held high. "Haven't even been here a week and I'll already be saving the day."

"I hope so." Quentin said. "Because the alternative is either living the rest of your life here, or death."

That took some of the wind out of her sails, but the fox remained undeterred. "You just wait, Quentin. I'll have your eggs back in no time, and by tomorrow evening we'll be dining on dragon flesh."

"I think I'll pass on that feast." Quentin replied, making a sour face. "Just try to come back in one piece. That's all I ask."

Inkblot just flashed him a confident grin before heading beyond the city gates and out into the wilds.

As Quentin had promised her, a well worn path guided her from the city, much like the path she had encountered when first arriving in this world. "Note to self: if you have to pee, do it with your back against a large rock." Fortunately this path lead through wide open plains, with nothing around but endless fields of small, harmless flowers. It was a surprisingly calm journey, and within a few hours Inkblot had arrived at the cliffs Quentin had told her about.

Her quiet path ended at the mouth of an imposing cave, which lead straight back into complete darkness. The sight of the yawning opening took away some of the fox's calm bravado, but she steeled her nerves and step inside nonetheless. Inside, the walls and floor of the cavern were caked in dried mud, creating an unpleasant surface to walk on. And the sunlight didn't travel far, only revealing the first twenty or so feet before everything was consumed by darkness.

"Alright Quentin, this thing better work." Inkblot muttered as she opened the satchel she'd been provided with. Inside was a waterskin and some food, the jar for collecting the eggs, and a small tube attached to a leather strap. It was the tube she was after, as she had been assured it would help her in the darkness.

Recalling the rabbit's instructions, Inkblot gripped the tube in her hands and gave it a twist. Faintly at first, a light began to shine forth from the tube, dispelling the darkness about her. It wasn't much, but the light seemed to reach out for nearly ten feet, enough to help her through the caves at least.

"Well look at that." She mused, tying the leather strap about her forehead. The tube acting as a guiding light, keeping her hands free as she journeyed into the darkness. Now she just had to hope Quentin had been right about the spiders.

"He wasn't kidding about it being dry." She muttered a short while later. The vixen had been traveling deeper into the mud caves for what felt like an hour, yet she still hadn't found any actual mud. The walls were dry and untouched, and it seemed she was the first to travel them in quite some time. "No eggs here. How deep do I have to go?"

She kept her hand on the wall as she walked, feeling for any small holes she might miss. But the further she went, the more nervous she got. "How close to the nest do I have to get? I don't exactly want to walk straight into the spider's den."

She rounded a corner, traveling further into the darkness. The air was dry and uncomfortably still, the vixen becoming more anxious with each step. Then suddenly she stopped, forcing her back against the wall as her eyes scanned the passage. She hadn't seen or heard anything, but she could tell something was amiss. All her fur was standing on end, and she couldn't help shake the feeling that someone, or something, was much closer than she cared for.

"Get a hold of yourself. There's nothing there." She tried to reason, though her eyes kept glancing back and forth along the path. "It's just your nerves getting the better of you. This cave as is empty as OW!"

A sudden, sharp pain in the back of her neck had Inkblot reeling about. She just barely caught sight of something skittering off into the darkness, and logic dictated that it was likely one of the spiders that called this cave home.

"Fucking bastard..." She spat, rubbing the back of her neck. She tried to shake it off, to get moving again, but with just one step she felt the cave spin around her. Her limbs suddenly felt heavier, her mind fogging up as though she'd been drinking for hours. Somewhere in her mind, she recalled Quentin mentioning the spider's venom, and how potent it was. "Anesthetic..." She muttered, stumbling against the cave wall. "Fuck..."

She tried to turn around, but the cave seemed to spin around her. The spider's venom was making quick work of her, Inkblot was barely able to move her own legs anymore. She was barely aware of the ground falling out beneath her, or the impact with the ground. And she lost consciousness just as the spiders began crawling towards her limp form.

---

Inkblot groaned as she slowly regained consciousness. She opened her groggy eyes, her gaze focusing on the dry cavern wall in front of her. Her head was still spinning, and her body felt numb and weightless, but at least she was coming to, and thankfully not being ravaged by spiders. Not wanting that fact to change, Inkblot attempted to get up, but found her body unresponsive. She struggled to move, but her arms and legs refused to budge, feeling rather heavy despite her apparent weightlessness.

Her concern growing, Inkblot tried to raise her head and look about. Thankfully the lightsource Quentin had provided her was still working and strapped to her head. The first thing she saw, much to her annoyance, were the vast number of spider webs wrapped around her body. She was suspended in the air, her arms and legs tied out to the sides and leaving her helpless to defend herself. The second thing she noticed was that she was once again mostly nude, save for a few torn scraps of clothing still wrapped about her body, or tangled in the webbing. She tried to swear, but found her muzzle clamped shut, a thick bit of webbing wrapped around her mouth. Though she was awake, the spider venom was still working its magic on her muscles, leaving her unable to tear through the webbing and free herself.

"Well this sucks. But, it could be worse. I'm sure this webbing can't be too strong. Once the venom wears off enough for me to move, I'll free myself and make a dash for freedom. Quentin can get his own damn eggs."

Inkblot was about to look for clues as to which way freedom might be when some movement caught her attention. She watched, helpless, as a spider silently dropped from above to gently land on her stomach. It was certainly a large creature, as far as spiders go, but nothing the Void Fox couldn't take care of were she not so hindered. To her relief, it looked much like the female mud cave spiders from Quentin's book, though it's abdomen was noticeably larger than in the sketch.

The spider, seeming unconcerned that Inkblot was now awake, began prodding her stomach with a few of it's legs. She couldn't feel it, but could see the creature poking at her fur, as if looking for something. Gradually it worked its way down her body, pausing when it found her moist, exposed nether flesh.

"Oh don't you fucking dare!"

Inkblot tried desperately to move, to scream, to do anything to scare the spider off, but her body simply refused to respond, managing little more than a muffled whimper. The spider ignored her, poking more intently at her protruding cervix. It moved in closer, it's sensitive mandibles prodding her tender passage. Unexpectedly, the spider suddenly hissed and jumped pack, as though something had threatened it. This brought Inkblot a moment of relief, until the spider crawled around to her backside.

"Where are you going?" She tried to crane her neck to see, but found that to be quite impossible. For a moment she hoped the thing had simply scurried away, but a prod to her tender back door told her otherwise. While the spider had, for reasons unknown, passed on her pussy, it was now poking at her tailhole. She could just feel its little feet testing her soft and yielding flesh, the woman wincing slightly with every touch.

And then she saw the spider between her legs one more, it's many eyes staring at her over her mound. She gave the creature a curious glance, wondering what it was up to, but she didn't have to wait long to find out. She winced again as something noticeably larger and slicker began to force its way into her tailhole. She tried to tighten her muscles, to keep it out, but the venom kept her body loose and inviting. The spider was able to push its, whatever, deep inside her without any resistance, pushing in until it's abdomen was firmly pressed against her ass.

The spider quivered, chittering softly, and Inkblot nearly gasped as she felt her ass being stretched a bit wider. Something large and round was now forcing it's way through her rear, followed swiftly by another round object, and then a third. Like a line of anal beads, the spider was forcing these object deep into her stomach, and her drugged body could do nothing to stop it.

"Eggs?" She dared to guess, watching in horror as the room suddenly seemed to come alive. More large spiders, more than she could count, skittered in from the shadows. They climbed onto the webbing, lingering a short distance away and simply watching as the first laid its clutch of eggs in the fox's ass.

One of them dared to descend on her, crawling down her thigh to brave her nethers. Like the first, this one seemed oddly repulsed by her exposed cervix, though it continued to prod a bit higher along her pussy. Inkblot finally got the chance to see what was buried so deep in her ass then, as a long tube slid out from the spider's abdomen. The oviduct, shining with its own juices, was at least four inches long and looked ready to deposit a large number of spider eggs deep within her body.

"Small, wet holes." Inkblot recalled Quentin's words as the spider adjusted itself over her nethers, the dripping oviduct prodding just above her cervix. "There's no wet mud here, so they're going to use meEEE!"

A squeal echoed in the fox's chest as the spider's oviduct forced its way into her urethra. Though her muscles were still completely useless, her nerves seemed to be working just fine once more. She was able to feel as every inch of that tube slowly pushed through her urethra, stretching the tight passage out as the spider pressed in. And as soon as it bottomed out, it began laying its eggs. Each bulbous orb stretched her pisser out even further, torturing her nerves and making her scream into her tied muzzle as the eggs worked their way into her bladder.

Another spider crawled onto Inkblot's chest, prodding at her breasts and soft, blue nipples. Finding the sensitive flesh to its liking, the spider pressed it's long oviduct against her nipple, forcing it into her pliable flesh.

"That shouldn't work!" She argued in her mind, gasping as she felt the probing shaft somehow delve into her mammary and penetrate deep into the ducts within. "How did that work!?"

Her eyes rolled into her head as she felt eggs begin sliding into her breasts to nestle deep within the plush mounds. A second spider soon joined the first, wasting no time in violating her other nipple. By the looks of it, it had quite a few eggs of its own to lay after all.

"This is not what I had in mind when I came here to get eggs!"

Inkblot tried to struggle for freedom, but the most she could manage was a slight wiggle of her fingers and toes. The spiders didn't even notice, endlessly filling her holes with eggs. The first one mercifully finished, pulling free of her ass and skittering off into the darkness without a second glance. But the fox didn't get to enjoy it for long, as a replacement spider skittered right onto her ass, inserting its oviduct and immediately laying its own clutch right alongside the first's. A couple more daring arachnids joined it, the three of them taking advantage of the stretchier tailhole to lay their eggs in unison. Inkblot could only mewl into her gag as she felt all those eggs sliding through her backdoor, stimulating her nerves more than she'd ever admit.

The spider at her pussy pulled away shortly thereafter, leaving her bladder feeling uncomfortably full. Inkblot quickly tried to push the eggs out, but another spider was forcing it's eggs through her urethra before she got the chance. She could feel her bladder beginning to ache, like she hadn't peed in hours, yet the pressure simply continued to grow as countless spider eggs were forced inside.

Her breasts, too, were beginning to swell. As the spiders' abdomens shrank, her boobs grew in turn, bulging out heavily as her milk ducts were filled with spider eggs. She watched as they grew awkwardly, regretting any moments she had ever wished for a bigger rack. "Not like this..."

She winced as a few of the spiders traded out once again, new ones replacing the old faster than she could dare try and push any eggs out. Her breasts and bladder were already swelling beyond her limits, her nerves tingling with an odd mix of pain and pleasure. And now she could feel her stomach beginning to stretch out as well, the spiders working in threes and sometimes even fours to fill up her tailhole with their countless eggs. Her stomach was bulging twice over, her bladder clearly defined through her fur and her stomach filling up behind it.

Through it all, Inkblot never gave up trying to break free. Slowly, too slowly, she could feel her muscles beginning to wake up. She could move her fingers and toes, and her body continued to shiver and flinch as the spiders filled her with their eggs. She knew she'd just have to endure this torment for a bit longer, until she could break free of the webbing. But her limbs still felt very heavy, and as she looked around, she could see dozens of spiders crawling about the walls, waiting for their chance to lay their heavy clutch of eggs.

It went on for what seemed like hours. The spiders, driven by the instinctual needs to lay their eggs, remained unsympathetic to Inkblot's discomfort. If anything they became even more aggressive, stretching her holes out and stuffing her body without giving her a single moment's rest. Inkblot suffered through it all, forcing all her concentration into stay conscious and making her body move. But while the venom was wearing off, the spiders seem unthreatened by the bound fox. Even as she began thrashing about more insistently, the spiders continued their torturous egg laying.

She growled through her muzzle, refusing to surrender despite the torment. She struggled against the webbing, the spiders, and the weight of her own body. The spiders hissed at her in reply, speeding up their efforts to lay all their eggs before she broke free. Their numbers had already dwindled quite a bit, only a few remaining to further stretch out her body. Eager to finish the deed before the webbing snapped, they all piled onto her. Half a dozen spiders forced her tailhole open wide, while two simultaneously impaled each of her breasts. The vixen let out a muffled shriek, her body spasming in the webbing as her nerves screamed out. It was too many eggs all at once, distracting her from her struggle for freedom. It felt as though her entire body would burst open at any moment, her skin pulled taught along her stomach and bulging obscenely.

With one final push, the multitude of spiders finished their egg laying. While many of the remaining arachnids skittered off towards their home, a few remained behind. Inkblot cast her gaze on the dreaded creatures, watching as they seemed to spin a bit of their webbing over her tender nipples. This webbing, thicker than what held her aloft, was forced into her stretch tits, plugging them up tight. Another thick wad of sticky webbing was forced into her urethra, and yet more into her tailhole, plugging all her holes up nice and tight. With this task completed the spiders finally retreated, leaving Inkblot swollen and exhausted.

"Fucking bastard bugs..." Mustering her strength, Inkblot wrestled with her right arm, tugging and pulling at the webbing that held it bound. After a bit of work, the sticky strands began to tear, the vixen finally managing to free her appendage. With one arm free it took considerably less work to free the other, and soon she was frantically tearing at the rest of her bonds.

With a few snaps, Inkblot fell to the ground below. She pulled the webbing away from her muzzle, enjoying the feeling of her jaw opening wide once again. But that joy was short lived as she stood and looked over her body. She looked to be heavily pregnant, her stomach distended out in a bulbous display. A smaller bulge protruded even further along the underside of her stomach, her bladder stretched out far beyond its usual limits. She'd never needed to take a piss so badly in her life, but knew with some dread that she'd have to pass a hundred or so solid eggs the size of marbles before finding any such relief.

And rounding it all out where her poor breasts. They were easily three times their usual size, resting oddly on her engorged stomach. They sorely ached for a release she was unfamiliar with, but assumed was like a cow who needed to be milked. And worst of all, the normally smooth skin was bumpy to the touch, the eggs distorting her flesh and making her breasts feel hard, heavy, and uncomfortable.

"I need these out, now!" With a determined growl the fox gripped her breasts and gave them a squeeze, hoping to milk the eggs out much like milking a cow. All she got for her trouble was a sharp pain. Her fingers drifted to her poor nipples, where she found the extra thick and sticky webbing still holding fast. Try as she might, Inkblot couldn't pull the webbing free, the stuff embedded in her flesh and keeping her tightly plugged up. A quick probing of her ass revealed the same predicament. Her holes were sealed up tight, and she didn't have the tools needed to unglue them.

"Quentin! He deals with these spiders! He must have something!" It was her only hope. Taking a deep breath the Void Fox rose to her shaky legs. She wasn't sure exactly how far into the cave she was, but she remembered which way the spiders had gone, and was determined to go in the exact opposite direction. She could only hope there wouldn't be too many detours, and that her strength wouldn't give out before she returned to Warden's Folly.

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The sun was setting by the time Warden's Folly came into sight, and at that moment it was the most beautiful thing Inkblot had ever seen. Her return trip had been a tiring one, the Void Fox forced to waddle her way back along the old path as the multitude of eggs shifted about within her. Her legs begged for rest, but she refused to give in, not daring to stop until she was safely within the city gates. After all, she wouldn't be able to defend herself in her current state should a horny beast come skulking out of the night.

Finally, after hours of arduous walking, she entered the town, where the gate guards were quick to come to her aid. Inkblot finally allowed herself to collapse into their strong arms, relieving her aching legs from the weight of her stuffed body.

"Take me... to Quentin." She gasped. "Tell him... I have... his damn eggs."

The guards were already on their way, carefully carrying Inkblot through the streets to the rabbit's house. Inkblot held her head high through it all, refusing to feel any sort of shame at her predicament. She was thankful to arrive at his home swiftly more for an end to this discomfort than fear of being seen in such a state.

"Yes, how can I... Oh by the gods!" Quentin's faced paled when he laid eyes on Inkblot, his jaw dropping in stunned silence. The man stumbled over his words for a good while as the guards carried Inkblot into his home, gently placing her in an empty chair before departing. "How?... I... What happened?"

"Your damn spiders are what happened." She spat, cradling her aching stomach. "That cave was dry as a desert, so they decided to lay all their eggs in me! And I feel like I'm going to explode at any minute, so please, do something!"

Quentin, eager to help anyone in need, pushed his shock aside so he could figure out a way to assist. "Well, we should probably leave out surgery save for a last resort. Can you perhaps push them out?"

"I tried." She groaned, rubbing her bulging stomach. "The spiders plugged up my holes with some really sticky webbing. I can't get it out, and it's keeping all the eggs in."

"I've heard they do that to protect the eggs, keep them safe. Luckily, it takes a few weeks after being laid before the eggs actually hatch. Although, if they're behind schedule... Yes. I think we should clear out that webbing as soon as possible. I should have a solvent that will help dissolve it." Thinking fast, he dashed into the other room.

"Anything, just please hurry." She pleaded. "I've been like this for hours."

"Here, this should fix everything." Quentin kneeled before her with a small jar in one hand and a large, empty bucket in the other. "Might as well collect the eggs, since you went through the trouble. We should probably get the bulk out first, so I'll apply this solvent to your cervical entrance and it'll clear it right up."

"They didn't touch me there." Inkblot said, much to Quentin's surprise. "They wanted nothing to do with my womb, thank the gods. Most of the eggs were shoved up my ass. My stomach feels like it's going to explode."

"Interesting. I wonder why. Regardless, this may prove to be fortunate. It should be easier to pass the eggs through your intestines rather than your womb. So, let's not waste anymore time. This may feel a bit cold."

A shiver ran up Inkblot's spine as the cold liquid was rubbed into the webbing in her tailhole. It seemed to work its magic quickly, the thick webbing dissolving on contact with the solvent. Quentin continued to work his finger deeper into her passage, rubbing the sensitive folds as he hunted for every last bit of the sticky corking.

"That should do it. Now, just try to relax and let your muscles do all the work. Push if you need to, but not too hard. You don't want any of those eggs breaking inside of you."

"Not gonna be a problem." Inkblot was already gripping the arms of the chair tightly. Her body had been pushing against the webbing for hours, and now that it was gone nothing was stopping her from forcing out every last one of those damnable orbs. Her tailhole quivered for a moment, before releasing a deluge of slippery eggs. Quentin was quick with the bucket, as the eggs flew out faster than he could count them.

A shiver ran up Inkblot's spine, the fox mewling as she felt every single one slip past her sensitive star. There were so many, all pummeling her lower passage relentlessly, that her senses were quickly becoming overwhelmed. Her fingers dug into the arms of the chair, her eyes rolling up in her head as she quaked with sweet release. And it just kept coming. Though the eggs were small, no more than half an inch wide, the sheer number of them had her hole stretched out wide, her toes splayed as she enjoyed an orgasm she'd never admit to.

Slowly, her stomach began to shrink, soon returning to its normal, taught shape. The vixen spasmed as the eggs continued their journey, her tailstar on fire as they continued to pour out. Gradually, the flow began to wane, the last few dozen eggs slipping out at a more manageable rate. The poor fox was panting heavily at this point, her glowing eyes a bit glassy as her hips gently bucked into the air, still reeling from the endeavor.

"That appears to be all of them." Quentin let out a bewildered whistle, daring to gaze into Inkblot's still gaping tailhole. "I don't see anymore, anyway." He looked back up at the spent fox, and a concerned frown crossed his face when he saw the large bulge in her stomach, just below her belly button. "Maybe a pocket got stuck in your intestines somewhere. We may have to cut after all."

"Not my stomach." Inkblot managed to gasp, slowly shaking her head. "It's my bladder. Bastards laid some in my bladder."

"What?" Surprised, the rabbit leaned in to take a closer look at her urethra. He tried to ignore the sight of her slick, quivering cervix, spreading her pussy lips to get a better look between them. Sure enough, he found plenty of webbing blocking the small opening, a clear sign that eggs were within.

"That must have been unbearable."

"It is." Inkblot confirmed. "Please. I've gotta pee so bad."

Without further delay, Quentin applied a liberal amount of the solvent to her nethers, then held the mostly filled bucket up beneath her. "Should only take a second or two for the solvent to work. Then you should be able to... do your business."

Inkblot only nodded in response, gritting her teeth as she felt the first thick eggs begin to slide through her narrow passage. While the eggs were small enough to slide easily through her ass, they were a very tight fit here, passing one at a time in a torturous line. Finally, the eggs found freedom, Inkblot's eyes shooting open as a veritable stream of eggs flew from her poor hole.

It was a feeling unlike any she'd felt before. A sharp pain combine with immense relief as her bladder slowly deflated. She whimpered and mewled, feeling another unwanted orgasm growing within her. She could barely think straight through the sensation of pushing so many hard eggs through such a tiny, sensitive passage. So she simply endured, gritting her teeth and pushing with all her might.

Fortunately, the load in her bladder was relatively small. The flow of eggs soon mixed with a spattering of piss, the pent up fluid helping to push the last few eggs free. A massive sigh of relief escaped her muzzle as she collapsed into the chair, pissing into the bucket unabashedly, the last couple eggs sneaking out amidst the golden nectar. "Oh, that's so much better."

"I can imagine." Quentin chuckled, looking into the bucket that was now brimming with spider eggs, with a light coating of fox piss. "Though, it looks like we aren't quite done yet."

Inkblot sighed at the reminder of her heavy, engorged breasts. She hefted them in her hands, lamenting their unsightly appearance. "This isn't going to be easy, is it?"

"Not as easy as the other parts." Quentin admitted, already heading off to find a new bucket. "Unlike the other areas, the breasts don't really have the muscles needed to force anything out of them. Lactation works more on a principal of building pressure, and liquid is much easier to extract than something as solid as these eggs."

"So, how are we getting them out."

Quentin shook his head thoughtfully as he placed a second bucket on the ground by her paws. "Well, this is just a guess, but I'd say our best bet is to carefully milk the eggs out of your breasts."

"Like a cow?" She asked skeptically.

Quentin simply shrugged in response. "I suppose you could put it that way. It's the only solution I can think of. Never had to extract spider eggs from mammary glands before."

"Fine. Let's just get this over with."

With a nod, Quentin scooped up a bit more of his solvent, gently applying it to one of her tender nipples. He then handed her the bucket to hold in her lap, while he began gently massaging her nipples.

"You ever milk someone before?" Inkblot asked, blushing at his surprisingly tender touch. "Or at least, simulated it?"

"Not with a person." Quentin admitted with a blush of his own. "Dairy cows, yeah. But not a person." He cleared his throat awkwardly, seemingly satisfied that the solvent had done its job. "Okay. May plan is to try and slowly squeeze these eggs out. I'm going to start at the base of your breast, and gradually push forward. Just tell me if you experience any pain or discomfort."

She nodded, watching as Quentin tried to wrap his fingers around her breasts. Treating her poor mounds like piping bags, he tightened his grip and began to squeeze. Inkblot winced as she felt the sudden pressure, and the odd sensation of movement with her breasts. Sure enough, as if her body was eager to be free of this burden, her tit began to swell, an egg already working it's way through the tender passage.

It was an arduous, and unusual experience. With Quentin's tender squeezing, the eggs would only come out in small batched, unable to freely flow from her body. Each time, the sensitive nerves in her tits were lit up, flooding Inkblot's mind with unexpected pleasure. Her toes would splay wide open, then curl up with each attempt. She even moaned lewdly despite herself, making Quentin feel just as uncomfortable as she was.

Eager to be done with this ordeal, the rabbit picked up the pace, squeezing and massaging her enlarged breasts with his surprisingly strong fingers. A part of the fox couldn't help but wish he were groping her in a more desirable circumstance, but she pushed those thoughts aside, reminding herself of the real danger she was in. The last thing she wanted was for any of those eggs to hatch while still deep inside her breasts. That thought killed any romantic fantasies that dare invade her thoughts.

"I think that's all of them." Quentin broke the awkward silence a few moments later. He had stopped milking her and was now simply feeling about her flesh, gently rubbing his fingers through her soft fur. "I don't feel anymore, at least."

Inkblot, still panting softly, reached up to grip the poor mammary. Though much smaller than it was, it still seemed slightly larger than normal. Still, she no longer felt that heavy fullness from within, and the skin was once again nice and smooth.

"That's a relief." She breathed, trying to ignore the heated blush in her face. "Thank you, Quentin."

"Don't thank me yet." The rabbit replied, moving to her other side. "We're only halfway done after all."

The vixen sighed, truly looking odd with such overtly mismatched breasts. "Let's just get this over with."

Quentin nodded, already applying the solvent to her nipple and massaging the tender flesh. Inkblot simply gripped the bucket tightly, watching as her flesh distorted and the eggs passed through her tit, while trying to ignore just how good Quentin's hands felt on her body. She had to keep her focus after all. There was still a battle with a mighty dragon in her near future.