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The air feels surprisingly warm as you walk into the dimly lit cavern, ducking beneath a small outcropping of rock. You can almost taste the salt in the air from the eons of limestone that have trickled through the walls of the rocky chambers that the arachnogon spun into a den.

The arachnogon. You've known the spindly, four-armed creature for some time now, but haven't managed to properly catch up before now. The strange, eight-eyed, web-spinning arachnid hybrid named Salrith guides you slowly forwards, segmented tail swaying with each step.

It's not a likely friendship, one between a big-pawed, big-eared wolpertinger and an egg-laying, night-dwelling arthropod hybrid but you've managed so far. You have some points in common, at least. You both have some size-changing abilities, even if yours are muted by the collar around your neck - not that you've told Salrith that. You both enjoy traveling. And you both want to find out what happens when you let the hybrid use you as an arachnogon incubator for a night, and have you play host to a clutch of eggs.

"In here?" you ask, big ears twitching to and fro as you inspect the smooth interior. Silken web coats most of the walls, the product of what looks like months of work, with small crystals and trinkets hanging from different sections like storage shelves. Some provide a dim level of light, others seem to be some of the arachnogon's personal belongings.

"Mmhm," Salrith croons, one arm pressing against your back. "Go on."

The spider-hybrid urges you inwards, nudging you step-by-step along the stone floor. You're grateful for the lack of doors, because doorknobs always give your mitt-like paws trouble as it is.

"Is anyone else in here?" you find yourself asking, gazing around. The size of Salrith's den is hard to gauge with the low light levels, and a solemn air hangs around the cavern - as if, should you not know it was here, you wouldn't ever be able to find it. Or anyone trapped inside...

"No," Salrith chitters. The hybrid flashes a fanged smile, the mandibles around the arachnogon's face twitching threateningly. "Just me, and my incubator-for-the-night."

You shiver, looking down from the taller creature's chest. You only come up to Salrith's lower pair of arms, not counting your big and twitchy ears or your antlers, so your eyes don't have far to go before they reach the cleft of the arthropod hybrid's legs. You can't see anything, but you can smell the faint scent that clings to the creature, setting your heart pounding a little faster in your furred chest. Pheromones, Salrith had told you. Arachnogons have pheromones that slow down your higher thought processes and ramp up your impulsivity and libido. A scent to drive males into a rut, eager to do whatever just feels good.

It makes your plush sheath swell a little between your legs, and you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

"How do we start?" you ask, nose twitching as you peer around the dark natural chamber. Your gaze slowly drifts back to Salrith who slides into the cavern behind you, two-toed claws clacking on the stone. The arachnogon stalks over to a smooth wall covered in a latticework of spiderweb, or arachnogon-web you suppose, then gives you a smile that makes your heart beat a little faster.

"With you getting your cute little tail over here so I can web you nicely into place for the night," the hybrid chitters softly, voice a scratchy yet light-pitched rumble.

You return the hybrid's smile with a little one of your own, trying to play off of the coy tone that the spider-reptile gives off, and walk across to where the creature stands. The webbing is big enough to tangle you up in without question. You've never been particularly fond of spiders, but the arachnogon has enough dragon - or what Salrith at least claims to be dragon - to be okay, and the idea of spiderweb bondage admittedly turns you on just a little bit.

"Good boy," the arachnogon croons, tail-tip twitching as you reach the web. The metallic _click_of a D-ring through the tip of Salrith's tail draws your attention, and you briefly wonder how and why the creature got that. It looks like it would have been painful at the time. Before you can say anything, you feel four-fingered graspers gripping your shoulders and turning you around to face away from the wall, urging you backwards. The hybrid's three-fingered lower graspers find your hips, pressing gently against those, too. "I like your collar," the hybrid adds, eight green eyes dipping to lock onto the thick leather loop wrapped around your neck.

"Thanks," you say, swallowing back your nerves. Your collar. You wonder if Salrith realises just how important it is, wrapped snugly around your neck, the subtle yet ever-present warmth of its inhibiting effects present in your spine.

Your back presses against something soft and silky, like down bedding. It doesn't feel nearly as strange as you thought it would - at least until you try and move. Then, it clings to your fur and tugs at it with almost alarming strength. You give a testing tug_and find that it holds incredibly strong. The only way you'll get back out without help is by leaving your fur behind, and that's just to deal with the web stuck to your _back. The arachnogon churrs delightedly as you squirm and_lifts_ you up, pressing you backwards into the webbing before locking fingers around your wrists and lifting them, forcing your arms up above your head and into the silk there with claws that seem immune to its stickiness.

"Legs apart, incubator," the creature whispers, lower graspers groping your thighs as your arms are manipulated. Your legs are summarily prised apart, putting a strain in your legs and exposing your plump sheath fully. It feels strange to have someone holding both your arms and your legs at the same time. You see Salrith's eyes dip down to the fat swell of your slightly bulging sheath before the hybrid smiles. "You look big," the creature notes happily. "Good."

"Good?" you ask with a gulp as your legs are lifted up high and bent, your knees pressed to either side of your fluffy chest. The strain only grows in your thighs as they're forced into such an awkward position, and as the webbing catches around your knees and thighs they become stuck in place. You feel critically exposed as you hang there, the hybrid's eyes locking onto yours with an alien lust that_radiates_ towards you. Your weight hangs from the webbing, your feet dangling in mid-air as the soft yet surprisingly strong webbing is then threaded around you, sealing you in place.

"Once you've got my eggs, little incubator," the hybrid almost purrs as those four arms slowly reposition and secure your hips ever so slightly out from the wall. Your big ears turn red as you realise that your ass is now positioned at perfect hip-height for the arachnidian hybrid's groin. You knew it was coming, but feeling_the curve in your spine, the dank air against your presenting ass makes you _feel_that you're soon to be... _to be fucked. "You'll be giving me yours." Salrith gives a toothy smile, then presses one hand to your belly.

The arachnogon's grasper strokes your stomach for a moment before you feel a second one lift to cup your heavy balls, fondling them. The intimate touch embarrasses you and you try to close your legs, but the silken strands holding your big feet apart ensure that they don't move more than an inch. Even with all your strength, you doubt you could close your legs now - leaving your sack on proud and helpless display to the hybrid.

"I'm... not sure about kits," you say, feeling a blush rising under your fur as you're casually groped and touched. You can feel the smooth scale-like texture of the hybrid's grasper caressing and lifting your balls, that hungry look not leaving the creature's eyes.

"Mmh... Too bad," the hybrid croons, lifting a finger to push it against your sheath. You feel the blunt claw sinking into your cock's warm home, giving the flat crown hidden inside a slow tease. The stretch of someone else opening up your sheath feels alien and strange, and you find yourself again trying to close your now bound legs. It makes you clench your jaws and blush as your hidden cock throbs in eager response. Your libido, always inconveniently high and rampant in your system, makes your sheath swell even more and your blunt crown push back against Salrith's claw. The arachnogon pops that claw back out from your soft pouch and watches as a half inch of jet black flesh starts to _present_itself happily between you both. The hybrid grins. "I don't think you _really_mind, either," the creature whispers.

Before you can say more, the arachnogon walks forwards and pushes a warm, plated groin against your ass. To your mammalian eyes the creature looks doesn't exactly look male with a soft, blue-tinged vent between those insectoid legs, but as Salrith pushes_that heated parting up beneath your bushy tail, you're keenly reminded that the creature is very capable of stretching you out. Especially when that soft cleft between Salrith's legs starts to _bulge against you.

The hybrid's lower graspers slide down to touch your tail and wrap yet more of that sticky silk around it, pinning it down and out of the way and cementing your position against the wall. Your ass is aimed directly against Salrith's slow-bulging slit, your heavy nuts and plush sack jutting between your spread legs. Your arms are woven above your head and completely immovable, while your legs are _stretched_up with knees held to your chest level. To top it off, you have a prime view of your own body so strung up, your antlers preventing you from tilting your head away and ensuring that you'll have a prime view of almost everything going to be done to you.

"Have you ever had a filled belly before?" the hybrid hisses out sultrily, pushing against your ass, lower graspers sliding up to hold your ass. "A real one that comes from being nice and egged up, one that stretches your insides and leaves you feeling so very... heavy?"

Salrith smirks, mandibles twitching as the hybrid's vent grinds slowly up and down against your exposed, furry rump. You can feel them, now. Two oily, greasy tips rubbing either side of your exposed pucker. Your heart pumps a little faster as it starts to sink in. You're going to be fucked. Not even by something _close_to your species, but something utterly alien to your physiology... "Because I'm going to give you one, my fuzzy little incubator. You ready?"

Without waiting for a response, Salrith grips your thighs with both upper arms and pushes them that little bit further apart, making you feel a burn in your muscles. Eight eyes hold your gaze as you feel the hybrid's lower graspers slide inwards and _cup_your balls again, one in each palm.

"You look so good like this, you know. And I can see your cock peeking," the hybrid croons with a subtle squeeze that makes your breath catch. "Maybe I should make this permanent, hmm? Incubator for real... Why keep it to just the night?" the arachnogon teases. You groan, heart pounding, because you realise that with your collar on and the webbing trapping you like this, the hybrid could. It took almost an hour to get to Salrith's cave, and you'd never have found it without help... Every little kit is warned about situations like these. Ones that end with you trapped, being used and broken for the rest of your days in a haze of arachnogon breeding... Why does that make your cock throb a little harder?

You blush a little as your broad, flat shaft starts to spill from your sheath, the equine tip looking unusual on your body type. You blush a lot when you feel a clawed finger hook under your balls and press right against the ring of muscle there. You clench weakly, but with a slow push, that insistent claw digs in and slowly starts to spread you open, wriggling inside.

"Aah," you groan, clenching down around Salrith's digit.

"Shh, little incubator," Salrith chitters. "If this makes you moan, then I'm going to break_you by the end of the night. What's your pain tolerance?_"

You try to wriggle, but it's no use. You can't pull away from the hybrid, can't close your legs or even pull your tail up to bar entry as the hybrid's finger starts to tease and twist in your ass, sinking into the first, then second knuckle to push_against your prostate. You try to resist, to push the creature out, but it's no use. You can _feel yourself getting harder by the heartbeat, your dick stirring to a half mast, drooping under its own weight to rest against your belly.

Fat. Blunt. Smooth.

A thick equine tool that belongs on a horse more than a rabbit, but it's what you were born with, and it's what the arachnogon has full control over. A plump horsecock that the hybrid could tease and torment and pleasure, and there is nothing you can do to protect it.

"I'll... I'll deal with it," you grunt, swallowing heavily.

You can feel Salrith's digit plumbing and fingering your hole, tugging gently on it as the creature watches your growing dick. It's hard to fight, and before long you can feel yourself fighting back soft groans as your cock twitches against your belly, starting to get hard enough to stand to attention.

"Good boy," you hear the hybrid whisper, another grasper sliding around your swelling dick and giving it a squeeze. Then a stroke. Your toes curl and you gasp, eyes closing for a moment.

"Salrith," you whisper. The hybrid's claws tighten, making your crown throb in response as waves of pleasure are rubbed into your dick.

"Shh," you hear. "Your mouth isn't for words anymore, now. All you need to do is focus on getting_nice and hard_... once we're done bloating your belly, I'll be expecting this to bloat mine," you hear as the hybrid's fist slides up the swell of your cock and gropes at your unflared tip, making you weakly hump in your bonds.

The hump jolts the hybrid's finger out from your hole, and you feel both lower graspers slide back to grip your ass, giving each of your furry mounds a squeeze.

"Mmh... Maybe this could be bigger," you hear as the arachnogon slowly drags those tough hips slowly to the right, lining one of those increasingly plump egglayers up with your hole. "But I think..." You gasp as you feel wetness rub against your ring, the creature's natural oil smearing over your entrance. From this position, you can't even see the hybrid's shafts to know how much Salrith is going to slowly squish into you. Your own sheath and half-hard cock blocks your vision beneath Salrith's slightly bloated stomach. "_I'd like you tight _."

Salrith humps_forwards and you feel a bulbous, slimy tip _skewer through your ass, stretching your ring out immediately and smacking against your prostate. Your toes curl and your head pushes back against the wall as that warmth _sinks_into your rump, leaving a burn in your muscles while the arachnogon's second ovipositor squashes up against your balls.

"Oh fuck," you yelp, ears flopping as your face contorts into a momentarily pained expression.

"That's the idea," the hybrid groans back to you.

The hybrid lets out a hiss of pleasure, and you feel that plump egglayer pulse inside of you, making you blush. You're glad that Salrith fingered you a little to start with, even if it wasn't nearly enough. Salrith chitters shakily for a moment, before drawing back at the hip. You feel two slimy inches of flesh slide back out of you making your rim tighten reflexively, before it's speared back into you with a casual hump. Your eyes bulge in your head as your insides are bloated_by the thrust, your prostate protesting against the _thump. "Now... be a good incubator... and I'll... nnh... make sure to fit both, before I clutch," you hear.

The hybrid seems to decide that that's enough 'foreplay' and, with a sudden hump tries to fit even more of that rigid breeder into your tight hole... before transitioning to slowly fucking you against the wall.

Each slippery _thrust_of the hybrid's hips to your trapped, entangled body squishes another few inches of that slightly bulbous, greasy spire into your body. Your own cock pulses every time it thuds against your prostate, making your eyes water and your cheeks burn. In just a few seconds your cock reaches full mast, jutting up in front of your face in all its jet-black glory. You're painfully hard and you can't help it with your dick twitching right before your eyes.

The scent of sex starts to fill the air, teasing your nostrils every time you inhale. Your ass burns with warmth, and the silk wrapped so tightly around your limbs feels more restrictive than any rope could.

You can't see the hybrid's ovipositors, you can only feel them - one every time it pokes_into your balls, the other every time it _sheaths itself inside you and stretches out a new inch of your insides. Your body is helpless to the arachnogon's pleasures, your arms and legs locked in place as you're slowly bred. You can only gasp as your cock jumps and pulses with shaking pleasure, dazing you a little every time the hybrid's plump spire thumps over your vulnerable prostate. Until finally, you feel the squash of the base of Salrith's ovipositors against your ass.

Salrith's upper graspers dig into your ankles, the creature's lower arms holding onto your thighs, keeping full access to your loosening hole.

Panting for a moment, mandibles twitching, the hybrid's eight eyes meet yours. The expression, while alien on the creature's muzzle, is hard to mistake. Delight.

"You know," the hybrid croons, "that mouth of yours looks nice and warm, too. I could fit a lot of eggs there."

You groan quietly, tightening your jaw as you clench your ass around the arachnogon's ovipositor. As your muscles contract the hybrid quivers in pleasure, eyes closing for a moment. Then you see Salrith reach forward with both upper graspers.

Hump.

You yelp as the creature draws back, then bucks into your ass again, making your ring squeeze down helplessly, unable to close around that fat, living plug. It feels like you've been punched in the guts, yet you can see as a thick dollop of precum beads at the pulsing crown of your horsecock. Your body _aches_for more.

"But," Salrith chitters shakily, pleasure wracking the hybrid's body, too. You feel both graspers wrap around your ears, giving the big, fluffy appendages a tug_that makes your head inch forwards and your skull ache. "_Those teeth look a little worrying. So we'll just have to train you in how not to use them..."

As both upper graspers keep your head pulled slightly forwards by your sensitive ears, you see the hybrid's lower pair draw forth some silk from between twitching mandibles, then move towards your neck.

You start to ask what's happening when the hybrid humps again, wrenching that bulbous not-cock out of your ass and then reaming it back into your tight, warm hole in a single motion. You howl, thighs burning from the strain as you're stuffed again, the hybrid twitching in pleasure, jaws open and tongue hanging out above you as you're worked. Silk wraps around the back of your neck. Hump. Your cock jumps as your ass is strained around the hybrid's plump, blue-pink breeder.

Slowly, almost lovingly, the creature fucks you oh so slowly while weaving strand after strand of silken thread around your neck, down along your thick pelt, then under your increasingly sloppy ass. You feel a tightness in the back of your neck and find that you can't move your head back anymore.

Pull_. Weave. Schlrck _.

Inch by inch as you're slowly fucked, the squelching sounds of arthropod flesh filling your ears, Salrith's graspers pull your head forwards and force it downwards. Your spine bends, then protests, starting to ache from the hunched over position you're being shoved into. Your cock bobs just in front of your snout, throbbing every time Salrith's egglayer twitches inside you.

"S-salrith," you gasp as your spine starts to ache. The hybrid looks at you, then gives a faint smile.

"Shh."

The hybrid stops, though, instead taking a moment to simply flex the fat spire buried in your guts again. You feel it strain, almost trying to straighten your insides out, before the arachnogon's lower graspers slide to your own pulsing cock... and push.

Your cock bumps against your nose with a warm, heated bump, your flat head squashing against you. You can smell your own arousal, warm and heady. Salrith stares down at you eagerly.

"Open," you're commanded. You groan, your cock pulsing against your nose. The scent of your musk is thick, and you know how much you produce. You wouldn't call yourself a fan of your own flavour, but it's hard to deny the arachnogon as your dick is made to rub against your face. The softness of your own facial fur caresses the blunt crown, making you push out another dribble of precum.

Your legs burn from the way they've been webbed in place, your knees up near your shoulders. Your ass feels so stretched around the strangely alien breeder of the hybrid, made even keener by the way Salrith's stopped moving, and the faint, cloying scent in the air feels like it's slowly, finally starting to make you feel a little dizzy.

Maybe it's against your better judgement, but as your precum smears across your own lips, you give a weak groan and open your mouth just a little.

"Good boy," you're praised, before Salrith pushes a little more on your oversized cock. It _squashes_down, bending under the pressure until the broad, blunt crown suddenly slides to your lips... and the inevitable happens at last.

Your fat, plump horsecock throbs eagerly with a mind of its own and straightens back out - pushing four fat inches directly into your soft, waiting lips. You gasp as tight, wet warmth engulfs your cock, and your eyes grow a little hazy. Had it been anyone else's mouth, you know without a doubt that your hips would already_be hammering your cock into his new temporary home, but with your position as it is you can't do more than _twitch your cock. Your eyes lid over and you fill your cheeks with a gush of your own precum as your body spasms in pleasure. A fat, slimy presence wedged into your ass and a warm hole helplessly sinking down onto your cock... There's nothing you can do.

Nothing you can do but_slurp_ around the soft yet achingly hard flesh of your own cock.

Schlp.

"That's it... just let your body tell you what to do, little incubator. It's going to teach you all about how to be an obedient breeder," the hybrid shivers as an audible squelch_sounds out as you suckle your own dick testingly. _It feels... good.

The texture of your own dick pulses against your tongue as you suckle slowly, and Salrith's mandibles twitch thoughtfully. Then, with a happy chitter, the hybrid _shoves_forward to bury that bulbous shaft into your ass again.

Your body thumps against the wall and you go crosseyed as you feel your ring of muscle quivering around it, and your cumvein thickens for a moment as you dump a copious _spurt_of your own slime into your mouth. It tastes salty and leaves you panting as you debate whether to swallow it or not.

Because you know that you'll have to swallow eventually. Once you flare, it's all going to have only one way to go. You're hung like a horse, after all, and you flare _just_like one, too, whether you want to or not.

With hips rolling slowly forward to push all eight inches of that fat breeder into your ass over and over again, the hybrid's upper graspers hold onto your ears and slowly but inexorably pull your mouth that little bit deeper onto your own cock, forcing you to start bobbing your muzzle around your own dick. Drool runs from your lips over your own jutting, ebon slab, and the pleasure that wracks your brain leaves you trembling as you're made to suck yourself off while being screwed.

It's slow, and it's relentless, and you curl your toes over and over again as you start to drool precum into your mouth freely. You look up at Salrith, the scent of sex growing stronger and stronger, trying hard to fight against the edge for as long as you can.

"M-mother egg," the arachnogon groans as your legs are held and your puffy sphincter skewered. The wet papping sounds of hips slapping hips fills the dimly lit cavern as Salrith bounces your ass on that ovipositor needily. "You feel... good. I'm going... ah... to put so many eggs in you."

The hybrid's ovipositors throb and you tense up, feeling one poking so deep in you it_aches_ as the other bumps your own stretched sheath. You gasp as your cock flares just a little, spraying the back of your mouth with your own watery precum. The image of Salrith straining and laying eggs inside your ass leaves you throbbing helplessly.

You give a muffled moan around your cock and close your eyes as you feel Salrith pull back, then _hump_forwards, shoving every last inch into your ass.

The arachnogon tenses up, breath held and body quivering for a moment, and you're left wondering if it's about to start. If Salrith's about to squeeze a heavy clutch of eggs into your belly.

It never comes.

Instead, you feel the hybrid start to pull back. Slowly unsheathing that thick, pulsing egglayer from your ass, each inch that withdraws giving an oily tug to your ring. When the last of it pops out, you're left feeling slimy and empty.

Then you feel Salrith pull_on your ears that little bit more, and you _see them.

They're blue at the base, like the hybrid's tongue and inner flesh. They're thick, stacked side by side, and have little bumps running along the underside. They glisten with a sheen of greasy oil that seems to ooze from every pore, rather than from the tips. The tips themselves are a deep pink-purple, and rather than having a urethra at the tip, they both have a three-part split at the end, looking like they could open up a little like flower buds.

Salrith doesn't lift them to your snout. Instead the hybrid pulls your face down the length of your cock, pushing your blunt tip up against the back of your throat, almost making you gag. Down and down you're pulled, made to blow yourself, until your snout is just hovering above those ovipositors.

Then at last, Salrith does the inevitable. The arachnogon pushes both egglayers against your nose.

The radiant _heat_from them leaves your cheeks burning by itself. You hold your breath nervously.

"Deep breath, little incubator," Salrith hisses. "Really soak it in." The arachnogon_rubs_ them from side to side against your nose, the shafts twitching just a little wrongly for them to be cocks. It leaves you reminded that they're anything but, closer to a strange aspect of almost female insectoid physiology. Made to lay eggs in a host, willing or not. Inside... you _. "A good dose of pheromones is going to make you into a perfect, fuckhappy little _eggslut," the hybrid whispers down to you as slowly the webbing around your neck is tightened, leaving you those few further inches _stuck_on your own cock. "_Able to think of nothing more than how much you want to be bred _..."

You swallow, feeling your lungs start to burn. You're going to have to breathe sooner or later. Salrith can keep you here indefinitely. A feeling like falling settles into your stomach. You're going to have to breathe... There's no avoiding it.No escaping it.

"And once you start cumming, it's really going to hit you... Going to make that horny little brain of yours spill from your cock with every spurt..."

You let out a whimper, looking up at the smiling arachnogon, eight eyes lidded in an almost dreamy wistfulness. Salrith seems so content. Almost excited.

"Every orgasm, every sticky rope of virile seed emptying your head of anything unimportant..."

The hybrid _rubs_those greasy, slimy tips against your nostrils, before gently _pushing_the bulbous tips right against your nostrils. You quiver as the tips squish against your nostrils, leaving a little of that dangerous slime _smeared_against your airways directly.

"Going to stain your thoughts so full of lust that you're going to break , incubator,"_the arachnogon croons. You swallow, lungs aching. _You have to. "But that's fine. Because we're going to make sure you love being broken."

Salrith slides one grasper down to grip your balls. You can't stop the hybrid at all. It makes you jolt, and your cock pulse another little spurt of precum against your throat.

With a groan, you finally let your lungs have the relief they need... and inhale.

The scent hits you like a cannon and your thoughts utterly dissolve under the potent stink of pheromones directly from their source. Your eyes glaze, and your cock _spurts_a fat glob of precum into your mouth, but it doesn't even occur to you to swallow it. Heat fills your lungs, and you feel oh so light-headed.

"That's it, little broodwhore. Maybe by the end of this, I'll keep you after all?"

You give a muffled moan and blink your eyes dizzily, trying to make sense of anything at all. A tingling runs down your spine as you breathe deep, and you finally remember to swallow around your cock. The pleasure makes you jerk in your bindings and your tail twitches.

The plump, heavy ovipositors in front of your snout look so attractive. Each breath fills your head with cotton and makes your dick and your prostate ache with an itch you've never felt before. Everything else starts feeling so ... unimportant.

"Good boy..." Salrith's graspers let go of your ears. You don't try and pull away. Thinking is so ... hard. So slow. You know... you shouldn't... but the itch in your dick is intoxicating. You gulp wetly around your fat prick and flare your nostrils just to inhale a little more. You just want to smell_those wonderful spires. Salrith's scent is so _good. Your cock pulses_wildly and rapidly gushes pre into your mouth that you reflexively _gulp, your brain firing haywire as the aphrodisiac-like pheromones play havoc with your system. "Hold onto your sanity, eggslut," the hybrid whispers. "I'm only going to ask once, and if you don't say 'No', then you're not getting back out again."

Your cock pulses hard and gives you a gooey drink of precum as the hybrid smears those oily rods against your nose. Every breath feels like it has less oxygen in it, making you only need to breath even more. Before long, you're gasping deep, heavy drags of Salrith's pheromones, shakily sniffing and sucking on that scent, each one turning you on harder by the second.

And your body burns._You don't remember feeling this _needy. Your prostate itches and your balls ache for release, your fat horsecock stiffening between your lips so hard that it almost hurts.

Right then, you realise that you don't care if you get back out or not. You don't care what Salrith does. You just want to cum, and to keep taking long drags of Salrith's scent. The only thing that matters is pleasure, and that scent_is_ pleasure. It feels like your awareness is slowly oozing and sliding down, down through your body to concentrate solely between your spread legs. With every passing second, your cock and the slime that leaves your ass an oily mess become more and more the most important things.

Salrith finally eases away both ovipositors. Your nostrils flare and you tremble. You realise that the only reason you're not whining is because your own cock is pushed up against the entrance to your throat, almost threatening to gag you.

Then, bliss. Some dim part of you feels a twinge of concern, but it feels so distant and foggy compared to the thrill that comes from feeling the hybrid squish both_egglayers together and _press them beneath your balls as one.

You close your eyes, heart beating fast and head swimming as you feel Salrith start to push. The pressure on your hole grows unbearably strong, and your toes curl weakly in the air. The webbing holds you nice and safely positioned for your keeper, and before long you feel your slimy hole give out... and let the twin spires _sink_in.

You don't remember ever taking something so big so quickly. Maybe the pheromones help... but you can't focus enough to even really think about that.

The throb of your cock reminds you about how easily you could help yourself get off, and thoughtlessly you start to suckle. Your eyes roll back in your head as you're stretched almost to gaping by those slick double barrels as your tongue starts to lick and lap and caress the blunt crown of your dick.

Salrith lets out an excited chittering noise as the hybrid's ovipositors squish slowly but inexorably into you, compressing more than you feel like actual cocks ever could, sliding greasily into your warm hole. Having found a new place to bury those plump spires, Salrith clutches at your bound ass and starts to _hump_those twin members in and out of your hole.

Every pull distends_your ring outwards, and every _push dimples it inwards as the hybrid gets acquainted with your insides. Your head swims and oozes through each thought that tries to occur as your cock drools against the back of your tongue, the arthropod-hybrid playing merry hell with your prostate. Your balls ache for release, and you find yourself having to swallow more and more with every shove the eager hybrid gives.

Each slurp and each gulp around your half-flared crown just makes you spurt more down your throat, which makes you swallow more, which makes you gurgle and pump more of your copious cockslobber down your throat.

You know you should resist finishing. Salrith told you, once you cum, the pheromones are going to knock your mind right out of your head. But you know you have no chance. Not really. Especially not with your cock pulsing wildly between your lips at the very thought of what it might be like.

In fact, even if you know it should... the idea of cumming down your own throat doesn't seem like such a bad one anymore. As Salrith's ovipositors squirm and grind into your depths, displacing your internals, the idea feels... essential. As important as breathing. Deep down in your gut, you can't bring yourself to worry about erupting between your own cheeks - you need to.

Just as you need to let Salrith breed you.

Your toes curl as Salrith bucks and clutches at your body, stuffing your hole relentlessly. You shouldn't do it... but you want to. You shouldn't want to... but it feels so hot. It shouldn't feel so hot... but fuck.

You let out a muffled whimper, and Salrith just gives you a knowing grin. As if this was always inevitable. As if you were a lost cause from the moment you stepped into the cave. And maybe you were. As your fat horsecock spasms and squirts another jet of gooey slime against the back of your throat, you let out a trembling groan. You can't help it...

You close your eyes and give in.

Gulping hungrily around your own cock, you start to suckle and slurp on yourself, surrendering to your need to reach that plateau of bliss. Salrith seems to take that as a signal and hunches forwards over you to start to rut your ass, making your ring stretch painfully - yet you don't even think about wanting it to stop anymore.

You can't see those ovipositors as they sklurch in and out of your ass, but you can feel every inch of each one. The hybrid hisses and chitters in pleasure, and you can see all eight eyes looking at your body adoringly. Possessively. You can feel the creature's heart beating through both of those slimy egglayers, and you can feel the heat radiating from each one directly into your core. Salrith's slime smears across your insides, feeling unfairly good as it lubes your passage up.

Harder and harder, Salrith starts to slam against your ass, trying to work even a single inch deeper into your body, making your ass burn with pressure from the stretch. It's with an almost triumphant hiss that the hybrid's tough groin smacks_against your ass, making your hips jostle and your own cock squelch a half inch deeper through your lips. _Both ovipositors hilted inside you.

"Nngh!" Salrith groans, claws digging into your hips and spiny snout dipping in close to your head. You don't know how you managed, and you don't care. The sensation almost pushes you over the edge by itself. Then, the creature hisses out a singular, sibilant word you don't recognise, and you feel everything_start to tingle. "The only way this would be _more perfect_..._ is if you were struggling a little more... to fit," Salrith hisses into your ears.

Salrith's ovipositors start to thicken inside you. Your own cock starts to stretch your jaws, and your balls start to feel uncomfortably heavy between your legs. You open your eyes hazily, looking at your captor, and see that the arthropod hybrid looks bigger than before. The cave seems bigger.

As your ass starts to _ache_all the more around Salrith's increasingly large egglayers, it manages to sink into your addled, pheromone-dazed mind.

You're shrinking.

At least, most of you is. Your cock and your balls seem to be staying the same size as the rest of you reduces oh so slowly, making your ass have to stretch wider and wider_around those fat, heated breeders stuffed inside you. After just a few seconds, your unchanging cock starts to look absurdly _huge on your shrinking frame.

You groan, then gurgle as a new spurt of precum fills your mouth more than any of your previous shots, and as you gulp it down it settles all the more heavily in your increasingly little belly.

"_Size magic is just the best _," Salrith chitters at you while the changes take root.

Salrith and the world around you grow by inches as you're shrunken in your restraints, collar and all. The fattening ovipositors in your ass force your body to stretch to new extremes, and your eyes roll back in your head from the overwhelming pressure. You feel like you might break, but somehow it just turns you on even harder. By the time you feel the tingling start to fade, you're reduced to just_half_ your previous size, your cock absurdly weighty on your little frame, and your ass burning around the immense stretch of both of the hybrid's shafts. It feels like even another millimetre would be enough to _pop_you, your body stretched out like a condom.

"Comfy?" Salrith asks. You look up at the now huge arachnogon. The only response your body can give is a squelch of precum from your oversized dick that floods your cheeks and spills down across your almost painfully wide jaws. "Good," you're told.

With a pull_that feels like it nearly turns you inside out, Salrith jerks both ovipositors out. The slippery slime produced by both those plump breeders keeps you slick enough that they squeeze back out of your ring, _barely, but you only have a moment's reprieve before the arachnogon's body humps forwards and_slams_ you against the wall. You're tiny by comparison now, and the force that the hybrid bucks into you with to squash those fat breeders inside knocks the air from your lungs and shoves your plump sheath two inches closer to your face - burying your dick deeper between your lips at the same time.

The following pull_jerks you away from the wall - only your sticky silk bindings keeping you in place. The hip-jarring _thrust that buries Salrith back inside you squashes you like a toy, your back thumping into the stone wall of the cave at the same time as your cock is threaded back into your mouth.

Salrith hunches right over you, upper arms pressing into the wall for support, and then the hybrid starts.

The arachnogon's two fat spires start battering into your too-small hole, each thrust making the hybrid's flesh bend and bow until the pressure grows strong enough to _force_them back in again. The wet sound of sex fills your ears as the feelings flood your body, and the potent musk of arachnogon pheromones stains your every breath. Every hip-shaking thrust slams you against the wall, your vision blocked out by the broad, chitinous hide that is Salrith's belly. It's hard to breathe, and the potent flavour of your own precum surges and sloshes across your tastebuds as you gulp weakly around your oversized cock.

Your eyes water from the fucking and the rough way Salrith gropes and shoves you, but you can't even squeal or gasp with your half-formed flare squashing against the back of your throat, threatening to pop inside and utterly overwhelm you. Salrith's ovipositors grind and flatten your tingling prostate with every buck, and you can see the expression of utter bliss on the creature's many-eyed face. You can feel your insides being practically rearranged by the fat shafts that squash so deeply in that they might as well be hitting your chest from the inside.

And through it all you can feel your peak climbing. The rough slamming doesn't even dent its approach as you gurgle and gulp around your dick, feeling the arachnidian creature pounding at your defenceless hole. Pleasure wracks your every fibre, and your helpless state only enhances it. You can't move, you can't pull away, you can't resist. You can't jerk yourself off or plead for Salrith to go slower or faster. You're helpless to the hybrid's every whim, to the creature's every lust_and every wild instinct. You're reduced to nothing more than a waiting incubator for who knows how many eggs, to be filled and used for the rest of the weekend... or was it night? _Your head spins.

You wrap your tongue around the one thing you can focus on - the fat, twitching crown of your cock, slurping at it in an increasingly dreamlike haze, desperate to climb that plateau higher. The feeling of Salrith's ovipositors slamming into your body hurts, but it hurts so good that you wouldn't want it to stop even if you could ask. Or maybe that's the pheromones. All you know if you want it. You_need_ it. It doesn't matter that your back aches from the careless slamming of the hybrid as you're bred. It doesn't matter that your ass feels like it'll never close again. It doesn't matter that your balls hurt from how pent up you feel. The only thing that matters is you're getting close.

Salrith pulls back one more time then, only to slam both egglayers deep into you with a force that makes your body fold up and your toes bump the cave wall. Your own cock is_popped_ lewdly into your throat as you hear the hybrid squeal in bliss, and you suddenly know what's coming.

The ovipositors inside you both throb, and you feel a stretch inside your guts. It feels like a pair of flares as the hybrid's tips open up like flowerbuds inside your depths, anchoring themselves to your walls--and then you feel the heat.

Something in the arachnogon's ovipositors surge forwards to invade your very core, thinner, slimier, wriggling like worms as they work into your guts more deeply than anything you've ever taken in your life. Everywhere they touch starts to tingle overwhelmingly as the hybrid's sensitizing venom sets into your deepest walls, igniting nerves with a fire like an unbearable heat.

In seconds it spreads to an orgasmic pleasure so intense that it almost hurts. The feeling of being touched in your core feels like someone squashing right against your prostate, and your toes curl as the reality starts to filter into your drugged brain. Your eyes widen as Salrith's egglayers go from feeling good, to feeling better than your own mouth on your dick. It feels like your whole ass is just one giant, knotted pleasure button, and the fat ovipositors stretching you out are mashing it perfectly. You try to gasp, but you can't even _inhale_around your demanding cock.

"Aah, that's--that's it," you hear dimly through your own cock's wild pulsing as it stretches out your throat. You can barely breathe around your equine dick anymore, but all that does is remind you about how much you want more of that scent. "Mother--mother egg, they're--yessssSSS!"

Salrith hisses in ecstasy right as you feel a knot squash against your size-shrunken ass. Your rump feels so stretched that you couldn't possibly fit more, but Salrith doesn't seem to care. The hybrid just shoves against your furred, now slimy rump, crushing your body even harder against the cave wall. Your muscles are in a losing battle, and it only takes a few moments before your sloppy hole gapes around that enormous knot and lets it sink into your ass. You almost see stars as the pressure overwhelms your poor, battered body, your frame wedged between the heady, musky body of the arthropod and the silk-covered wall. The burning in your lungs only grows as you're slowly starved of oxygen, the only substance flowing down your throat coming from your enormous orbs.

Then the knot starts to slide inwards. Not a knot, but a round, fat egg, sliding inch by inch through Salrith's ovipositor and into your depths. With it past your entrance, there's nothing at all to stop it from squeezing and settling all the way into your core. Nothing you can do but feel it happen.

As it squashes against your prostate you almost cum down your own throat, the edge rising up to claw at your frayed and increasingly battered mind. Your every fibre of being feels like it's concentrated in your cock right now, and if you were to cum, you almost feel like you'd be emptying your every thought and scrap of self-control down into your belly to be digested away to nothingness. The scent blankets your mind, promising seas of pleasure and sloppy bliss if you just relax and let the hybrid use you.

A second bulge _presses_against your sore ass, this time from Salrith's other ovipositor, struggling to sink inwards. You can feel the squirming, slithering tendrils deep in your guts working their way deeper into you, every inch of their slippery flesh igniting another wave of pleasure-tainted fire in your insides.

You struggle weakly to squeeze down, to keep the egg from squishing into your ass as long as you can, but it just makes Salrith chitter out in urgency and shove you hard against the wall, squashing your empty lungs and compressing your body between that slightly swollen, chitinous belly and the silk-strung walls. It aches and makes your ribs creak from the pressure, and you feel smothered in your own dick, Salrith's belly and crotch, and your ensnaring bedding of spiderweb. Then, with a schlrck , the egg pops into your ass and forces a jet of precum to gush directly into your belly without you even getting a taste.

You shouldn't finish... You shouldn't... You can barely think straight as it is, and once you pop... the scent... Are you going to pass out...?

Then you feel the first egg squeeze past the barrier of Salrith's blossomed tips and into your depths sensitized by those squirming tendrils. Your eyes snap open wide. Pleasure hits you like an anvil.

There's no resisting. There's no fighting it. As that egg sinks into your deepest depths, your body spasms silently and you cum.

Your cock starts pulsing wildly and your huge balls pull tight. Your flare expands as much as your throat can possibly fit as your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. Salrith keeps humping and humping against you, and your cumtube thickens_and practically _gurgles as a flood of spunk squirts through it.

The first rope floods your throat and belly immediately as the second egg nears that hot zone of tightly knotted bliss. Your eyes roll back in your head and you desperately fight_to hump, everything else falling away as you _throb, emptying your balls down your own throat.

Then that second egg squeezes_into your depths, and you're forced into an orgasmic overload. It feels like something reaming your prostate times ten, your chemically-enhanced nerves firing wildly and frying your brain with an overwhelming _wall of pleasure.

Your hole squeezes desperately around Salrith's ovipositors as you're exposed to the most intense bliss you've ever felt, an addicting force that scrambles your thoughts completely. With every spurt you can almost feel them balling up in your plump sack and then pumping straight back down your throat.

Splt-splt- splt-splrtch! You empty yourself again and again down your throat, gulping around your enormous, oversized dick, your head feeling increasingly dizzy with every new string of cum you drink. You try to hold onto anything but it feels like your thoughts are in an oil slick, sliding down into a sea of white spunk and eggs that you're not sure you _want_to get back out of... Each pulse of gooey slime down your throat leaves you feeling your belly gurgle as you feed yourself a bigger meal than you've ever had.

You clench_around the hybrid's squirming ovipositors and feel your cock _fountain an overwhelming spray of cum between swallows. It backs up through your airways and into your sinuses before erupting in gooey strings from your nostrils and oozing down the front of your snout. Through every spurt, you feel the eggs _easing_into your ass, each one easier than the last, each one faster than the last.

Every one that settles its weight into your guts sets your helpless body off again, either prolonging your orgasm to frightening lengths or else forcing you right back into another one. Escape seems impossible, stopping seems unbearable. The only thing keeping you tethered to the conscious world is the pleasure that never lets you go as you're hit by climax after climax, feeling egg after egg starting to bloat your guts as your own orgasm bloats your belly.

You look up hazily at the bliss-etched expression on the hybrid's snout high above you as Salrith fills you with a clutch of arachnogon eggs, finding it hard to picture yourself anywhere but here, wedged between increasingly flat stomach and rocky crag.

By the time you feel Salrith stop moving, start to slowly ease back out from your ass, you look like a bloated, over-filled condom. Blackness claws at the edges of your vision and you feel yourself starting to fade. Your stomach looks round like a water balloon, while your pelvis looks lumpy and bloated with monstrous spawn. Your body feels bruised and battered from how hard Salrith humped you against the wall, and your cock hurts from how much you came. Thinking doesn't work right, and you find yourself struggling to focus. Your tongue moves sluggishly across your dick, and your pulse thunders in your ears, eyes rolling in your head.

As Salrith says another strange word, you feel your body starting to stretch back to normal proportions... The size change lets your cock finally pop free from your throat, and your body reacts like a poised viper, sucking in the deepest, sweetest breath of life-giving air that you've ever had.The blackness fades, and your head starts to pound in protest as oxygen starts circulating again. You tremble, feeling life start to filter back to your extremities, and Salrith finally pulls both fat breeders from your gaping ass.

You splutter and gasp thick lungfuls of air, trembling suddenly as you start to feel some semblance of thought come back to your head. Muted. Dazed. But present ... right up until the deep itch of lust returns, knotting itself inside your cock again and shattering anything struggling to form in your head. Your cock takes up your whole vision. That blunt, equine shaft asserting itself over your mind as the only thing that matters. You use your newly restored breath to whimper.

The eggs and the slime in your guts look to have swelled with you, too, leaving you looking like you just rode a feral dragon or a whole hive of Salrith. Now back to your normal size, the once small eggs in your guts look to have sized up to softballs. Yet... you find it hard to look at them with anything other than wonder at how they all fit. They make you feel so hard...

The hybrid chitters and reaches forward to stroke your snout, but you feel too addled to even process what's happening anymore. Your every thought is being driven by that burning need for pleasure. By your cock. You're just the body that supports it. Your balls hurt, your lungs hurt, your insides hurt, and you...desperately want another round.

Salrith taps your snout and churrs to you, before you feel a three-fingered grasper gently ease_your dick from between your lips. You _suckle on it, trying to please it, to worship at your need, but with a wet, shameless pop--it slips from your muzzle and pulses to attention in the air. You shakily try to lick_at your cock, extending your tongue and lapping at the tip. _You can still lick it.

You dimly realise that Salrith was talking to you just then, and you give a shaky groan, curling your toes, trying to shake your sore head. You try to focus, but the only thing you can think about is how your balls feel like they're swelling to _full_already...

The hybrid _grins_then, pressing one palm to your belly and giving it a slow rub.

"Good incubator," you hear, before a grasper slides oh so wonderfully around your cock. You try weakly to hump against that wonderful set of claws, and your eyes water in bliss_as Salrith indulges you with a few sloppy _strokes. Precum _sprays_from your tip almost proudly, and you shudder.

But then the hybrid grips and tugs your pride and joy away from your face. Salrith says something about saving some loads for later, then draws a singular strand of webbing around your dick near the medial ring, stringing it to your tail. And just like that, it's out of reach, unable to even be licked. You whine_at the creature, uncaring about what the arthropod-hybrid thinks. You _need_more of the pleasure to sate the tingling, burning _heat radiating through your heat-flushed body.

"Shh, little incubator," Salrith whispers. "I've got a better place for that cum... later. Here_._"

Salrith tugs on your head a little, and you're presented with those ovipositors again. They bob in front of your snout, slathered in slime, glistening in the dim light of the cave. The salty, cloying scent filters into your cum-dribbling nostrils even from this distance, and your heart nearly skips a beat.

Some deep, smothered part of you knows you shouldn't. But your cock overrules you in an instant. The scent is pleasure, and pleasure makes you cum.

You flare your drooling nostrils and suck down a bubbly snort of thickly scented air, voluntarily drowning yourself in Salrith's heady, almost sweet musk. Your vision fogs almost as much as your thoughts, and your cock spasms in the air. Just breathing's almost as good as flaring...

You let your eyes close as your head swims, and you huff deep lungfuls of brainwashing pheromones, letting all the pleasure ball up deep in the root of your cock and in your sensitized guts, still heavy with Salrith's eggs. The hybrid croons out soft praise to you, but you can barely understand the words.

You're held there for long, trembling minutes, each one that drools by like molasses leaving you sliding deeper and deeper into a headrush, before finally the creature pulls back. You can't help but try to follow those intoxicating breeders with your snout, but you're still webbed so firmly in place that it's all but impossible.

"Don't worry," Salrith croons, though you can't imagine why you would anymore. Then you see the hybrid wrap one grasper around both of those blue-and-pinkish egglayers and _squeeze_them together, sliding it up along the plump lengths towards your snout. You see the hybrid's fist coming closer and closer to your snout, gathering up a sticky coating of slime.

Salrith gathers a big _scoop_of slime in one palm, strings of it drooling to your own dick and crotch as the hybrid holds it in front of you. Then the creature reaches forward and _rubs_the musky concoction onto your muzzle, across your snout, and even _into_your nostrils. A claw pushes some of the slime in everywhere, and your heart starts to thump in your chest as warmth fills your body.

"This is going to get you more pent up than you've ever felt in your life, little eggsack," the hybrid croons reassuringly as your cock starts to ache and you're reminded of the heavy weight in your bloated body. "Have you ever been in rut before?" The hybrid strokes the side of your snout with the back of one slimy grasper, smiling down at you. You quiver and let out a soft groan as a little spurt of precum erupts from your tip and starts to ooze down the underside of your throbbing dick. Salrith spins a little more webbing and weaves it around your jaws, forcing your mouth closed and ensuring that every breath you draw will be through your now tainted nose. You let out a shaky whimper, eyes rolling back in your head.

"Because this is going to be so much worse. I'm really looking forward to seeing what it does to you."

With that, Salrith turns, and simply walks away, tail swaying eagerly behind the creature as both ovipositors slowly retract to their home. The hybrid seems almost feral in that walk, hunched over like a theropod with tail acting as a counterweight, mandibles twitching as the creature looks about the cave... before, with eyesight superior to your own, Salrith disappears into the dark.

Leaving you to squirm.

Leaving you to pant.

Leaving you to watch as your own cock throbs and pulses just out of reach, oozing dribbles of precum with each helpless throb, begging for you to touch it. To suckle it. To lick and rub and jerk around it. Yet you can't.

You can feel the eggs in your guts like solid weights, larger than they ought to be, your own thick slime crusting around and inside your nose and churning slowly in your belly. Your body aches from the rough battering Salrith gave it, and your insides _tingle_with residual pleasure as the effect of the hybrid's ovipositors slowly wears off.

Every breath leaves you dizzy. When you try to hold your breath, it just leaves the potent concoction brewing in your lungs for longer. When you huff air quickly, it leaves you lightheaded and faint.

Your drooling, dribbling cock pleads for attention. Demands attention, with each beat of your heart making you tremble to be touched. To touch yourself. You focus on flexing it, on making it twitch and bob against its silken restraint. The thread anchoring it away from your muzzle looks so small and fragile, if you could just pluck at it then it might break... but your arms and legs stay helplessly stuck, fast.

Time starts to trickle on, though you can't tell how fast or slow. Every minute feels like a torturous decade with your head swimming in a pheromone-clouded fog, one that lets only your cock think. Every passing heartbeat leaves you imagining how good it would be to touch yourself. To be touched. To ride the edge and just cum again. To be fucked. To be sucked. To suck yourself. A hundred hazy, dream-like scenarios of you being rutted and used and _broken_play on loop through your head, and you quiver in helpless pleasure for each one, your gaping ass still proudly on display to the open air. It's never enough to make you cum, but you still try again and again...

And every breath makes it worse.

You get no sleep, instead just squirming and writhing in your bonds. You manage to come _close_to the edge over and over again, but you never make it _over. Y_our muffled pleas and silent groans for help go woefully unanswered.

You can't move. You can't twitch. But you need, need so very badly to cum. It's a burning, all-consuming ache that you can't escape any more than you can escape Salrith's webs. Hours slowly trickle by in addled, dazed lust, a rut you can't escape or ignore, with your cock constantly taunting you with the promise of untold, unimaginable pleasure just out of reach... Just a little more.

...

After what feels like a lifetime, you hear the soft clacking of claws on stone. When Salrith returns to look at you, you're a wreck. Your eyes are unfocused and dizzy, your breath haggard and slow. Your fur is matted in sweat and the veins on your cock are bulging from how many hours you've been kept at full mast.

The hybrid smiles at you, a strap of leather in the creature's lower right hand.

"Still with me, little egg-whore?" Salrith asks, reaching forward to tap your snout with a claw. The hybrid reaches back and lowers that same claw as if to nudge_your cock, and your breath _catches. At the last moment, the hybrid's claw stops, leaving you untouched. You swallow back a choked noise. Just a touch... Just a touch... Your eyes plead with the creature. "I got you a new collar. One that tells your new position," the hybrid churrs. Salrith smiles, lifting the leather strap and pulling it taut with both lower hands. Your mind dimly processes the word _Incubator_on it.

"Eager?" the creature asks. After a few moments, you manage to shakily, jerkily nod your head. "Gooood.Because I want to put that cock of yours to good use..." You let out a strangled noise, eyes watering at the idea of finally cumming. "...buuuut," the hybrid starts, and your eyes roll loosely in their sockets, a wordless noise spilling from your lips.

Salrith reaches forwards and unbuckles your collar, sliding it off of your neck and then threading the new leather between your neck and the webbed wall. "I was thinking that a few more hours of build-up ought to do you good. I wanna feel you flare so hard it hurts," the hybrid chitters teasingly, and your jaw trembles. Salrith smiles, stepping back and turning your old collar over between two graspers.

...Your old collar...

"Don't worry. Your mind might break, but you won't be needing that anymore, now will you?"

...The one inhibiting your own size abilities...

"Everything important is riiight between your legs."

You let your size start to grow.

"Now be a good little incubator and..."

Snap.

Salrith stops, head tilting to one side.

Snap-snap-twang!

The hybrid pauses as your bulk abruptly increases, your new size causing even the arachnogon's webbing to break. Salrith's head tilts to the other side in confusion. You don't care.

Hours upon hours of agonising need shut down whatever part of you was left to care. The prospect of being left in this state for hours more snaps something deep inside of you, and you start to bulk your frame, growing from a small and hapless creature rapidly into something much more intimidating.

With a sudden surge, you unleash your deepest, most bestial growl and tear through the spiderweb as you more than triple in size. Your head rockets up towards the cavern ceiling, and your tail hits the ground with an audible thump. Your paws grow into big, monstrous mitts, and your cock bows forward under its own weight until your blunt crown smacks wetly against the puddle of precum on the stone floor. Your size change doesn't affect the contents of your guts or belly, and the bulky bulges in your pelvis and stomach vanish beneath your pelt.

Salrith looks up at you in horror and shock. Jaws gaping, the hybrid looks down at your freshly removed collar, as if some dim part of the creature was processing the tactical error.

But you don't care.

After everything you've been through, the only thing you care about is that your cock really needs a good hole to erupt in and empty your now beachball-sized orbs.

And Salrith has several.

You take one big, thunderous step forward, your jaws snapping the webbing around it as a string of eager drool spills forth, and the hybrid promptly turns and bolts.

With a grin, you pounce.