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"I thought you were going to tell us about something that deeply ashamed you," Gimmegee says. "I mean, I suppose Tik Tik doesn't mind the story she's hearing, does she?" Gimmegee looks over to the bandaged kobold, expecting a response.

"Mmmm mmmm!" is all Tik Tik can say, trying to indicate her excitement for learning more about these spider-taurs. She can imagine what it feels like to be wrapped up in a web created by them. Perhaps, she should try to find one in the future? That would certainly be delightful.

"Very well," Cynwrig says, straightening himself up. "As for my shame. Don't worry, Gimmegee... that's coming up quite soon. Don't you worry about that."

Aarok and I went on many more quests on our way to seek him a mate. We had gone far from home in our journeys, and Aarok's frustration only grew as we had no news of another spider-taur anywhere nearby. He would try to vent his frustration on more women, and I would vent my own by watching the act. But, when we weren't busy with the excitement of such things, I kept my antennae out to sense anything nearby that could lead us to another bugfolk..

It took a long time, and many one-night-stands. We had traveled far to arrive in the Wildlands, but it was there that we discovered the first signs of a mate for my dear, dear friend.

The villagers who normally greeted us with curiosity disappeared behind their doors as we approached. It took plenty of coaxing to talk to the scared villagers about what it was they so feared from us.

There was a witch, they said, that lived in the forest. Once a goodly healer, a dark force had fallen upon her. In exchange for magical power, the force had taken the witch's body and beauty, transforming her into an insectile horror. They feared that we were such creatures, but once we helped them with an ogre problem, they came around.

We made preparations, and Aarok was excited, but the closer we came to the witch's hut, the more nervous he seemed.

"Cynwrig," he spoke, carrying me on his back. "If the mating rituals here are anything like they are back home, I'm going to need your help."

My heart swelled with pride to know that I could help my friend. I told him that I would do anything. So, we made a plan that would respect the traditions of the spider-taur and make sure that the two of us made it out safely.

So, on the evening when the time was right, I approached the witch's hut, which had been overrun with the spider's web. Though I attempted to knock on the door, I didn't realize the skills of a spider like her. The floor fell beneath my feet, a trap set aside by the witch.

Long, warm hands wrapped around my body, pulling me in close until my face squished up against two large and soft breasts. I pressed my hands against the supple form that held me, until I could finally free my face from that chest prison, only to see the body and face of my captor. Her skin was a smooth midnight, and her hair raven to match. When she looked into me with her pupiless eyes, I saw a creature very similar, yet alien from my close friend.

She licked her lips as she looked down to me, crawling out from her trapdoor and letting the sun shine the both of us together. "My, my, what a cute little treat I've found," she said, as hands, covered in silken gloves, brushed over my shell.

Her voice was like a warm bath and her upper body so entirely soft, yet strong. I found myself going limp in her grasp.

"What brings a cute boy like you over to my lair?" She asked. "Are you seeking power? Are you wanting to vanquish the monster of the forest?"

Fingers trailed along my body, finding my weakness, poking out and pressing to her skin. "Oooh, my, what's this? Such a naughty boy you are. I'm trying to be your friend, and you only have one goal in mind. Well," she says, opening her mouth, showing off her sharp teeth. "I'm sure we can have plenty of fun with you."

As she lifted me up and lowered her head, that's when I saw Aarok crawling up from the roof of the shack. I gasp as her lips kissed my stomach, but she didn't seem to notice him until he hopped right onto her.

With a snarl, she dropped me, and gasped when Aarok's hands wrapped around her body, groping her chest.

"Aah, what's this!? A trick!? Hahah, have your fun while you can, male!" she says, her face contorted in a sinister grin. Her eyes glowed as she spoke, and soon magical energy wrapped around Aarok's throat. But in his eyes, I saw a mania I had never seen before. His pure lust as he rutted against her was unlike him.

I brought myself up to my legs, reaching out for him, but one of her legs pushed me away. "I don't need you anymore," she said. "I already have my snack!" she snickered, leaning back and arching her abdomen, allowing my friend, possessed by his lust, to continue. She groaned, closing her eyes and proclaiming to the sky, "Little spiderlings and a delicious morsel of a male. Yes.... This is what it's like to be a spider, isn't it, mistress!?"

I couldn't let him be eaten. I had to do something, but as I ran forward toward her once more, she swiped her powerful leg, sending me flying and hitting my head up against a tree. With a sick crack, I felt my world going black around me...

"And when I awoke," Cynwrig says, rubbing the back of his head. "There was no more sign of my friend or that beautiful, deadly woman..."

"And why, exactly, are you so ashamed of your actions," Gimmegee asks. "It's not like you could control what Aarok wanted. When you men want to stick your dicks in something, you're going to focus on it, no matter the consequences. It's his fault for not having the fortitude to face against-"

"Enough!" Kera shouts, standing and looming tall over the gnome. "What do you know about the desires people have in their hearts? Have you faced an uncontrollable urge that you can't fight back? Have you succumbed to it? Yes, Cynwrig, she is right that losing your friend isn't your fault, but no, Gimmegee, it's not something that plagues men and their issues. It's something that we all have to face. Something... I've been facing my entire life..."

The gnome shrugs and flips over to an unused page. "Well, then, are you ready to tell us what you've been dealing with?"

Kera slowly lowers herself back down, her tail brushing up along Tik Tik's outer thigh this time, petting her sensitive body, yet not reaching to any particularly tantalizing bits. Is she trying to comfort herself more than Tik Tik now?

"Yes, I suppose it's only fair. After all, we are about to head into the convent. You might as well know what you're dealing with and why I'm so..." She shudders. "Let's just get this over with.

The church of Klaudus was founded by my people, the Felines. Klaudus created our race, lifting us up from lowly animals, like so many other gods have done for their people. He only asked for one thing from us when he brought us up. That was the undying love of select individuals, chosen first by the community and then by the deity himself, to be his wives. For that purpose, girls are selected and raised to be members of the convents, where we learn to live good, chaste lives, but with the promise that we will have an eternity with Klaudus as our husband, when the time is right.

When I was but a kitten, I saw how happy the sisters of the order were, doing their charity work and even healing the sick in the name of Klaudus. I thought that there was no cause greater than serving the one who gave us the minds and bodies to appreciate life as we had it. I learned all the stories from the worship classes. I followed the local nuns around as they went about their day-to-day activities, and I learned to thank Klaudus for every experience that he granted onto us.

I wasn't the only one in my village who wanted to love Klaudus. There was another girl my age, Valki. Before we were old enough to know the shame of it, we would play together, wrestling along the ground to sharpen our hunter's instincts. We'd also groomed one another after getting our fur entangled after long sessions of play. There was no feeling I enjoyed more than the brush of her tongue over my body. Sometimes, I'd make sure to play extra rough, matting ourselves up good so we could each spend longer grooming each other. At first, she didn't mind, but after awhile, she asked us to stop playing like that. That was a very sad day for me.

As we grew older, our time to be chosen was at hand. The older fiancees of our god picked from among the litter only two of us, and it was Valki and I. And we learned much together in the convent about being free from the temptations of this world and readying ourselves for Klaudus's service in the world beyond. Yet, there was something that always bothered me. At first, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. The first time I saw Valki in her habit, my heart went all aflutter. I thought, at the time, it was my swelling with pride for her. But, as the nights went on, laying alone in my cell, that's when that demon entered my heart.

She would come into my dreams, draped in the form of my best friend, straddling over my paralyzed body. Though fear would first fill my heart, I soon welcomed the sight after a long time. She went from being a terrifying vision to a welcome warmth in my bed, and soon, she took on forms strange, yet familiar.

Whenever she appeared, she would make my nethers inflame with passion. One of our tenants is to not lay a paw upon our sex, for that is only for Klaudus to grasp. That's why when the warmth fell over me, I would learn to use my tail. At first, I would firmly grasp it, inserting the tip into myself. How strange it was, at first, to feel the part of me enter into another part of my body. After a few times, though, I became more proficient at it, even to the point where I would find myself using only my tail to please myself.

I begged with Klaudus. I told him that I was preparing myself for him. I asked for his forgiveness all the while. I spoke to him, telling him that I believed that he made me this way, and that I was only performing for him as was laid out by our scriptures.

At night, I would please myself, and during the day, I would hear the scriptures read to me. I would hear about the burning within each and every one of us, telling us that we are ready to bear our own kittens. But we are beyond simple mothers and wives: our bodies were to be kept pure, and our minds were to overcome that animal instinct. After all, Klaudus brought us up from animals. Why should we fall back into being such base creatures?

When that visitor came into my room, I would tell her to go away, but she would not heed me. No, she wouldn't leave--she couldn't, because there was something that I realized. This was no mere demon. This was something from deep within me, a corruption that sought to escape. The animal instinct that my kind left a long time ago...