{"sf1_id":1590902,"sf2_id":"k1VY7wAn","title":"Monster's Grip","author":"Rekrith","words":10931,"posted_at":"2020-06-15T01:36:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Aphrodisiac","Arachnomorph","Autofellatio","Bondage","Bound","Breathplay","Bulge","Cave","Cock","Cock Growth","Collar","Cum","Cum Inflation","Cumming","Deep Penetration","Domination/Submission","Egg Laying","Eggplay","Eggs","Ejaculation","Forced","Forcedshifting","Fucking","Hermaphrodite","Hybrid","Hyperphallic","Hypnosis","Insect","Internal","Interspecies","Jackalope","Lagomorph","Legs","M/Herm","Male","Male Pregnancy","Mammal","Mild NC","Multiple Species","Orgasm","Oviposition","Penis","Pheromones","Pseudo-Rape/NC","Reptile","Rough","Rough Sex","Second Person","Semi Consensual","Semi NC","Sex","Sheath","Shrinking","Size Difference","Size-shifting","Suspension","Tailhole"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1590902-monster-s-grip","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1VY7wAn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/84/b0/84b0b13a-de56-4917-a2a9-7c917c269a64","description":"So, I wrote this story for my good friend Alma late last year. It's MEANT to be part 1 of 2 (2 being where he gets his revenge), but somehow I keep getting sidetracked and not managing it.\nMaybe I've got too much internal pressure. The reason I haven't ever uploaded this is because I felt kind of guilty about not managing Part 2, honestly! But I'm glad I made at least this so far.\nEither way, this is a story rather similar to Arachnogon Encounter, but rather than a generic reader-insert, this is a bit more wolpertinger-tinted. If you feel comfortable imagining yourself as a fuzzy, size-changing lapine with a frightfully oversized horsecock, be my guest~ It is still second-person.\nGeneral themes are bondage, egg-laying, pheromones, autofellatio, forced size-changing, and breathplay-caused-by-choking-on-your-own-dick.\nAlma is (c) to himself, additionally!\nAs always, don't read it if you're under 18. Or do. I'm an amateur author, not the police.\nEDIT: Why can't I get the thumbnail to work right","content":"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.\n\n_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.\n\nIt'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_.\n\n\"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.\n\n\"Mmhm,\" Salrith croons, one arm pressing against your back. \"Go on.\"\n\nThe 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.\n\n\"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_...\n\n\"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.\"\n\nYou 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_.\n\nIt makes your plush sheath swell a little between your legs, and you shift your weight from one foot to the other.\n\n\"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.\n\n\"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.\n\nYou 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.\n\n\"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.\n\n\"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.\n\nYour 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.\n\n\"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.\"\n\n\"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.\n\n\"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.\n\nThe 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.\n\n\"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.\n\n\"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.\n\nBefore 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\n\"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_?\"\n\nSalrith 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?\"\n\nWithout 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.\n\n\"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?_\n\nYou 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.\n\n\"_Aah,_\" you groan, clenching down around Salrith's digit.\n\n\"_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_?_\"\n\nYou 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.\n\nFat. Blunt. Smooth.\n\nA 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.\n\n\"I'll... I'll deal with it,\" you grunt, swallowing heavily.\n\nYou 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.\n\n\"_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.\n\n\"_Salrith_,\" you whisper. The hybrid's claws tighten, making your crown _throb_ in response as waves of pleasure are rubbed into your dick.\n\n\"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.\n\nThe 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.\n\n\"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** _.\"\n\nSalrith _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.\n\n\"_Oh fuck_,\" you yelp, ears flopping as your face contorts into a momentarily pained expression.\n\n\"_That's the idea_,\" the hybrid groans back to you.\n\nThe 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\nEach 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\nYou 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.\n\nSalrith's upper graspers dig into your ankles, the creature's lower arms holding onto your thighs, keeping full access to your loosening hole.\n\nPanting 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_.\n\n\"You know,\" the hybrid croons, \"_that mouth of yours looks nice and warm, too._ I could fit a lot of eggs there.\"\n\nYou 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.\n\n**_Hump_**.\n\nYou 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.\n\n\"_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...\"\n\nAs 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_.\n\nYou 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.\n\nSlowly, 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.\n\nPull_. Weave. **Schlrck** _.\n\nInch 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.\n\n\"_S-salrith_,\" you gasp as your spine starts to ache. The hybrid looks at you, then gives a faint smile.\n\n\"_Shh_.\"\n\nThe 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_.\n\nYour 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.\n\n\"_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.\n\nYour 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.\n\nMaybe 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.\n\n\"_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.\n\nYour 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.\n\nNothing you can do but_slurp_ around the soft yet achingly hard flesh of your own cock.\n\n**_Schlp_**.\n\n\"_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._\n\nThe 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.\n\nYour 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.\n\nBecause 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.\n\nWith 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.\n\nIt'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.\n\n\"_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._\"\n\nThe 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.\n\nYou 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\nIt never comes.\n\nInstead, 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.\n\nThen you feel Salrith _pull_on your ears that little bit more, and you _see_ them.\n\nThey'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.\n\nSalrith 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.\n\nThen at last, Salrith does the inevitable. The arachnogon pushes both egglayers against your nose.\n\nThe radiant _heat_from them leaves your cheeks burning by itself. You hold your breath nervously.\n\n\"_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** _...\"\n\nYou 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_.\n\n\"_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..._\"\n\nYou let out a whimper, looking up at the smiling arachnogon, eight eyes lidded in an almost dreamy wistfulness. Salrith seems so _content_. Almost excited.\n\n\"_Every orgasm, every sticky rope of virile seed emptying your head of anything unimportant..._\"\n\nThe 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.\n\n\"_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._\"\n\nSalrith 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.\n\nWith a groan, you finally let your lungs have the relief they need... and _inhale_.\n\nThe 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.\n\n\"_That's it, little broodwhore. Maybe by the end of this, I'll keep you after all?_\"\n\nYou 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\n\"_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.\"_\n\nYour 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.\n\nAnd 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_.\n\nRight 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.\n\nSalrith 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.\n\nThen, _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.\n\nYou 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.\n\nYou 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\nSalrith 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.\n\nEvery 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.\n\nEach 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.\n\nYou 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.\n\nIn 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.\n\nJust as you need to let Salrith breed you.\n\nYour 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_.\n\nYou 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..._\n\nYou close your eyes and _give in_.\n\nGulping 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.\n\nYou 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.\n\nHarder 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_.\n\n\"_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.\n\nSalrith'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.\n\nAs your ass starts to _ache_all the more around Salrith's increasingly large egglayers, it manages to sink into your addled, pheromone-dazed mind.\n\n_You're shrinking_.\n\nAt 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.\n\nYou 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.\n\n\"_Size magic is just the **best** _,\" Salrith chitters at you while the changes take root.\n\nSalrith 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.\n\n\"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.\n\nWith 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\nSalrith hunches right over you, upper arms pressing into the wall for support, and then the hybrid _starts_.\n\nThe 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.\n\nYour 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.\n\nAnd 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_.\n\nYou 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_.\n\nSalrith 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.\n\nThe 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_.\n\nSomething 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_.\n\nIn 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.\n\n\"_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_!\"\n\nSalrith 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.\n\nThen 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_.\n\nAs 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_.\n\nA 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.\n\nYou 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.\n\n_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...?_\n\nThen 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_.\n\nThere's no resisting. There's no fighting it. As that egg _sinks_ into your deepest depths, your body _spasms_ silently and you **_cum_**.\n\nYour 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.\n\nThe 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.\n\nThen 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.\n\nYour 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.\n\n_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.\n\nYou _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.\n\nEvery 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.\n\nYou 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.\n\nBy 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.\n\nAs 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.\n\nYou 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_.\n\nThe 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..._\n\nThe 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_.\n\nSalrith 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_.\n\nYou 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...\n\nThe hybrid _grins_then, pressing one palm to your belly and giving it a slow rub.\n\n\"_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.\n\nBut 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.\n\n\"_Shh_, little incubator,\" Salrith whispers. \"_I've got a better place for that cum... later._ Here_._\"\n\nSalrith 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.\n\nSome 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_.\n\nYou 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.._.\n\nYou 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.\n\nYou'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.\n\n\"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.\n\nSalrith 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.\n\n\"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.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Because this is going to be _so_ much _worse. I'm really looking forward to seeing what it does to you.\"_\n\nWith 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.\n\nLeaving you to squirm.\n\nLeaving you to _pant_.\n\nLeaving 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._\n\nYou 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.\n\nEvery 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.\n\nYour 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.\n\nTime 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...\n\nAnd every breath makes it worse.\n\nYou 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.\n\nYou 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._\n\n...\n\nAfter 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.\n\nThe hybrid smiles at you, a strap of leather in the creature's lower right hand.\n\n\"_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.\n\n\"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.\n\nSalrith 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.\n\n...Your old collar...\n\n\"Don't worry. Your mind might break, _but you won't be needing that anymore, now will you_?\"\n\n..._The one inhibiting your own size abilities_...\n\n\"_Everything important is riiight between your legs.\"_\n\nYou let your size start to _grow_.\n\n_\"Now be a good little incubator and...\"_\n\n**Snap.**\n\nSalrith stops, head tilting to one side.\n\n**_Snap-snap-twang_**!\n\nThe 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.\n\nHours 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_.\n\nWith 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.\n\nSalrith 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.\n\nBut you don't care.\n\nAfter 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.\n\nAnd Salrith has several.\n\nYou 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_.\n\nWith a grin, you _pounce._\n\n  \n  \n\n"}