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Spider Speaker Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Cidius

The kingdom of Macha had once been a glittering jewel of civilization, built along the steps of Mount Ohnai. The rich mineral veins had made the mountains look as though topaz and aquamarine had rained down the slopes and frozen in place. Prayer flags had once drifted on the wind, and once each spring a thousand candles and a thousand small mirrors were set up to create a glittering landscape in thanks to the creators that forged the constellations in the heavens above... but that had been before darkness had come, before the spiders awoke.

It had started slowly at first, with more spiders than usual roaming through the monasteries. Then, on a fateful spring day one of the visitors had been bitten by a species never before seen. It had deteriorated rapidly from there. The poisonous spiders cleared out three of the five temples. The monks made a valiant attempt to reclaim their lost holy land, but as they cut through the thick webs with their staffs, they learned the truth. The poisonous spiders were nothing more than a vanguard, a first wave...

Ahlum stood on the balcony of the temple that had once been his home, his blue eyes gazing out over the stone guard rail. The mountains stretched out for miles before curving and shrinking down toward the distant sea, but it no longer looked like home. The topaz and aquamarine was all gone, leaving deep crags gouged out in the mountainside like scars. In the place of prayer flags there were impossibly thick spider webs spanning from peak to peak, covering square miles in sticky silver doom. The sun had shrunk down beyond the horizon and the stars were coming out, leaving just the faint glow as a reminder of the day.

In all that desolation, the only color left anywhere to see was Ahlum's orange and red robes and his strawberry blond hair. His feet were dark with the dirt of the long climb, his arms were cut and gashed, but he'd been lucky enough not to get bitten... though the truth he had discovered was far worse than dying from spider venom. Ahlum closed his eyes, his lips saying one last silent prayer for the monks that had fallen beside him before he turned and faced the inner chamber once more.

The stone carving of one of their many creators had been toppled and broken, as had other edifices. Webs connected the ceiling to the walls and the walls to the floor, obscuring the wood carvings and the ancient paintings behind. The entire room seemed almost spherical with the webs, though there were lumps in the corner, tucked beneath the thicker spider silk. Hundreds of turquoise colored, watermelon sized eggs were tucked away for safe keeping, waiting to hatch. Even that, though, wasn't what drew in Ahlum's attention.

Situated in the room that had once been a shrine was a gigantic, glistening black spider larger than an elephant. Each of its many eyes was bigger than a human's fist. Its glossy black hide showed off turquoise markings in a horned hourglass shape, and translucent royal blue slime dribbled from its mandibles. Noticing the human had turned back toward it, it tried to re-establish its psychic link.

Ahlum shuddered, feeling an intense pressure in his mind. It scuttled about, trying to worm its way in, trying to crawl and dive and wrangle his soul around, but just as it had been for his friends, it was too much. Blood began to trickle from his nose, rounding his lips before a drip fell to the floor. The sound of the blood drip hitting the tile was faint, but the crimson stained the msh of silver webbing and the spider king stopped what it was doing.

Ahlum fell to his knees, panting hard, nearly doubling over and throwing up. The other four monks that had made it back to the temple had perished from the attempt, but Ahlum could figure out what was going on. The spider king wanted to communicate, to interact. Whether it was to claim his new dominion, to give his terms, or to apologize and explain how it was a terrible misunderstanding - no matter the purpose, the effect was the same. The spider king's mind was too much and killed the humans he connected with. It seemed, though, that Ahlum's blood had forced the king to stop.

Ever so slowly the blue eyed monk looked up once more, and to his surprise the spider was turning. His gigantic abdomen swung around, the very end glistening with the tail end of spider silk strings. Its massive body moved with such alien undulations it almost made Ahlum queasy, but he forced himself to keep looking and learned more in the process.

Nestled behind the king were more eggs, though these were even larger. Four boulder sized eggs forged of the same stone that had once been so plentiful in the mountains... and the king was going after one of them.

Mandibles came down and started prying at the egg, chipping and cracking at its hard outer shell. The king was methodical, working its way down, dribbling the blue slime onto the cracks. Whatever was inside started to hiss as gas escaped, coming of f the egg as steam. The steam turned to fog and billowed outward, drifting through the webs before washing out over Ahlum's hands and legs. The egg suddenly quivered.

The red headed monk swallowed nervously, watching as the egg shuddered, cracked, and then splintered. The shell had apparently been very hard but not very thick as the creature inside wasn't any smaller than the boulder had been. It rolled out before its eight legs began to quiver and flex. Ever so slowly it hoisted its arachnid body up from the ground, its eyes gazing out at the real world for the first time.

With a commanding gaze, the Spider King looked at its spawn and reached into its mind. The two were locked for several moments, during which time the little spider prince straightened up, taking on a more stable position. Ahlum could only guess, but it seemed as though the father was planting everything the son needed to know in his mind... and when the gaze was finally broken, the prince knew what it had to do. It turned, looking at the human monk. Its mandibles parted and a strange screech emanated from its mouth before it surged forward.

Ahlum rolled over and darted back the way he'd come, but the watermelon sized spiders quickly coated the archway in thick webbing, guarding the king's prey. The monks spun around, looking at the balcony. Perhaps if he jumped to his death it would be less traumatic than what was to come - but the lack of facing his predator in battle did not stop the hunt. The prince galloped on its eight legs, coming up behind Ahlum. The monk felt the fuzzy leg come over his shoulder.

The monk ducked down and darted to the side, but the tiny hooks on the spider's massive legs had caught his robes. The orange and red fabric tore from his torso. He tripped and fell, getting stuck in a thicker part of web. He pulled and pried, trying to free himself. With some effort the web gave way and he got to his feet. Taking one last breath, Ahlum ran for the balcony. The ground beneath his feet trembled, all light disappeared, and the spider king scuttled over him along the ceiling before turning to face him.

Ahlum's suicide sprint ended as he stumbled backward and fell onto his ass, blood leaking from his nostrils once more. He closed his eyes, trying to recover from the searing pain inside his own mind. The pain slowly faded and the moments passed. Ahlum expected to die, to feel his world come crashing down, but when the spiders finally interacted with him, it was in an unexpected way. A small fist sized fuzzy tip of a spider leg touched his chin.

The monk's blue eyes opened, gazing into the spider prince's eyes... and another being flooded into his brain. The mountains felt like more of a home than they ever had before, as if they had been his for millions of years... and his monastery suddenly seemed strange and alien, though fascinating. The presence of humans echoed in his mind, first as curious apes roaming the lands, then as pests fighting them back... The feelings were strange and confusing, and as deep rooted as they were, Ahlum wanted them to stop.

When the monk turned away, the prince howled in pain, his mandibles clicking in disdain. The connection had been working both ways and it had hurt the prince to disconnect. In that fleeting moment, though, Alum knew the truth. They wanted a spider speaker, someone that could connect with them and talk to the other humans. The king's mind had been too strong and their minions were too weak, but the prince was just right... and Ahlum had been their go-between.

The monk swallowed at that. He didn't want to be used, he didn't want to make it easier on the spiders. Once more he sprung to his feet and moved for the balcony, knowing full well the king would try to stop him. The spider prince, startled, tried to hold onto the human. One of his legs snatched Ahlum's lower robes, yanking the fabric off of his firm and fit body. Casting the fabric to the side, he lunged after Ahlum, a mandible slicing the corner of one shoulder.

As the blue saliva hit the wound, the flesh sizzled and an intense tingling spread through Ahlum's body. He suddenly felt so relaxed, so at peace. Every part of his body felt so alive, so alert. His nipples hardened and so too did the monk's manhood. Like a day's worth of meditations, a zen was filling Ahlum - but it wasn't real.

Using the sudden flexibility and dexterity of the venom laced scratch, Ahlum ducked around the Spider King, mounted the guard rail, and jumped. He felt the stone disappear from beneath his feet and felt the wind whip against his hair... but he didn't see the spider prince jump out behind him. A thick corn of spider silk shot out of the prince's abdomen, latching onto the balcony as his body fell after the Monk, trying to make up lost ground. As he fell, though, the prince did something very uncharacteristic.

A sickening crunch came, followed by a squishy shlorp. The spider prince's underbelly cracked down the center before opening up. From its head to its abdomen, the spider unfolded like a clam shell, exposing his squishy, juicy interior. There were thousands of squirming tendrils, and one pulsating extension from the interior of his abdomen, all undulating as the spider came down around the human.

Just before the spider's body made contact, the tendrils surged outward, piercing into the human's flesh. They connected to his spinal column, the back of his neck and into his brain. The spider head latched over the monk's skull, the carapace covered the human's shoulders and back, and his sternum came back together around the human's chest. With one last careful move, the shaft like extension extending from the spider's abdomen squirmed between Ahlum's ass cheeks and slid up deep into his body, anchoring in his intestines.

The spider silk suddenly went taut and the two stopped falling, though the change in inertia caused the monk to bounce back up. The prince used the opportunity to latch on tighter. His head came down over the monk's, obscuring his human eyes as his mandibles laid flat against the human's cheeks. The spider's secondary legs came down over the human's arms and began to sizzle and merge.

The monk dangled there in mid-air, feeling his entire body invaded, but as they connected every sense became stronger - He could smell the sweet grass of the hills as if it was fresh in seed, he could hear birds taking flight from the cliff side trees, startled by the two careening downwards, and he could feel the wind on his... fur...

The revelation was almost sickeningly exhilarating. He had spider fur... He could feel his fat, plump abdomen, his furry spider arms, and some of the prince's hind legs were now fusing with his own. His vision started to return, showing a distorted, amazingly detailed view of the mountains around them. The monk moaned softly as their organs started to merge, their systems acting as one... all with the exception of the flesh buried in his ass, something the spider was starting to retract and push back in, thrusting deeper and deeper into the human.

What the spider king had failed to do in mind, the prince was doing in body. They were becoming one, the same, a hybrid... and it was intoxicating. Ahlum's cock hardened even more, erect and stiff, jutting out from his groin. His hands flexed, so too did his legs, feeling the chitinous armor coating them. Ever so slowly, his mouth started to produce excess saliva. The blue dye filling the thickening spit coated his teeth, staining them, but he couldn't stop. The drool leaked from the corners of his mouth as his ass, no, his abdomen quivered... The more the creature filled him, the more he felt the monster's body was his own.

His spinnerettes and his cribellum pulsed slowly, undulating before unleashing more spider silk. Ahlum drooled even more, feeling as if he was cumming and peeing at the same time. It was the most wonderful feeling of relief ever. The fused being lowered down to the ground, landing on all eight limbs safely. Once more the prince took the advantage, using gravity to force himself down on the monk and bond more entirely.

The furry, hard spider arm material crept down over and into Ahlum's own arms. His fingers grew fatter and longer, honing into narrow, specific spiked tips. Ahlum looked down at his flexing spider fingers and felt so powerful and strong. Years of his religion were being stripped away. He had never sought out pleasure of the flesh or ego, but now both were finding him. He was oddly excited by his body and how majestic it was, and gods did it feel good.

Without even touching his manhood, Ahlum threw his head back and began to cum. A few squirts of his seed came out pearly white, but soon it started to thicken and come out in much thicker, stickier splats. As it emerged, it too tinged a bright blue. Jet after jet, Ahlum came with royal sperm, showering the ground with it. The spider prince used the pleasure to mask the final stages of his bonding.

The armor coated Ahlum's legs, covering it in fir pieces of shell capped with spider fur. While most of the fur remained black, the spider prince was absorbing Ahlum's DNA as well. The horned hourglass on his abdomen began to bleach out from blue to strawberry blond, a tiny hint as to what the human had been before.

The spider prince kept squirming, using its abdomen to please its new host, but as the fleshy tube reached deeper and deeper inside the monk, it soon bonded for good. The flesh of one became the flesh of the other. Their circulation, their breathing, their digestion - everything - merged. What little shred Ahlum had kept of himself, his own identity, began melting away. He was home now, both in the monastery and in the mountains... and his god, his father, his king was waiting. Ahlum slowly turned and rose up on four of his eight legs. He flexed a bit and then tested his grip before he began easily climbing back up the way he had come. After climbing part way up, he used his eight eyes to locate the web he'd lowered himself on before he jumped off the rock wall and grabbed it. Swinging a bit, it still offered a much faster ascension back up to the upper level.

Ahlum climbed back over the guard rail and landed back in the inner sanctum. As his feet touched the webs on the floor, he immediately got a sense of the entire room. Everywhere the web connected, he could feel. He sensed his hundreds of siblings growing and maturing in their eggs, and he sensed his king. Ahlum moved forward before he knelt down. It was an interesting gesture, one that had to come from his human side. This time, as the spider king connected to his mind, it felt far different. It was sinuous, oily, slick and dark... but it was comforting at the same time. The thoughts began to rumble like thunder on the horizon, but as they reached his mind they came more into focus.

"You, my son, are now Xanto... The Spider Speaker." The king boomed in his mind.

"I... am Xanto." The former monk replied both in speech and in thought. That single declaration shattered his previous existence.

"You are the bridge between our worlds. You connect the humans, the elves, the orcs to the spiders." The king replied.

"Your wish is my command father." Xanto replied, bowing his head.

"I want you to travel to the humans, learn where they are fleeing too... Learn if there are more mountains for us to inhabit... and I want you to capture an orc and an elf. I must learn if all two legs can serve me." The king commanded. Xanto bowed his head even further.

"Yes, my father. Your will shall become reality." Xanto replied. The giant spider scuttled forward from where he had been perched, lifting one leg to raise Xanto's head before he lowered his own. Xanto felt his mandibles pressed apart and then his human mouth spread wide by the spider king's. The mouth pieces squirmed around inside his mouth, working over his teeth before something impossibly strong began oozing into his mouth.

It tasted like metal and blood and jelly, sweet and tangy all at the same time... and it was heavenly. Power jolted through Xanto's body, nourishing his muscles and making his cock hard all over again. He shuddered and moaned, gulping it down greedily, though as quickly as it had started, it stopped. Xanto was quivering with need, with hunger, with desperation.

"My... my lord, I need more... Please!" Xanto begged.

"With success comes the royal Jelly. Bring me new prey, and you shall have your reward." The king replied. Xanto shuddered, bowing his head so low it almost touched the floor before he turned and scuttled over the balcony, descending once more - only this time with direction, with power, and with grace. He touched down on the slopes below without hesitation and began his descent toward the lowlands.

Everything Ahlum had learned now belonged to the spiders. Their knowledge of the mountains, of the harbor, of the seas and the politics were shared. The king knew all and Xanto was desperate to serve. Both the Elflands and the Orc Dominion were helping the humans to flee the southern coast, there would be samples of both... but while the sea faring elves would no doubt be ideal, he wasn't sure if the boat orcs would be the best for his father. Either way, though, Xanto knew he was hungry, horny, and eager to hunt... He might have been the spider speaker, but he could talk to them after they were cocooned in web just as easily.

As the last of the Ohnai monks disappeared into the dark soul of the spider sons, the stars seemed just a bit darker in the sky - as if the creators themselves had grown sad at the loss of Macha. An entire mountain range had been dominated by the spiders in less than a season, but they were no longer content in their dark holes. The rest of the world stood before them and they had plenty of eggs.