Monster Girls, page 12
Hell YEAH.
“Oh my!” Spirella exclaimed.
Parch the peanut gallery spoke up, too.
Very good!
Venom Blast is one of the few spells
that can destroy arachne webs.
“Maybe that explains why we never eat lamia,” Spirella murmured.
“You never eat WHAT?!” Alia yelled up from below us.
“Nothing!” Spirella said in a panic.
“Come on,” I told her, “let’s go take a look!”
We moved around the space above the cell as I explored every nook and cranny. I used my Venom Blast electricity to light the way and dissolve any webs that threatened to entangle me.
The ‘attic’ was almost two times bigger than the cell beneath – mostly because the actual ceiling was almost 20 feet above the rafters.
Spirella had been right: everything was made of stone. There wasn’t a single place where we could dig through to escape.
I was despondent. There was no way we could get out through the ceiling. Maybe I could try Venom Blast on the cell door – but even if that worked, we would immediately run into dozens of armed guards.
We were trapped.
Trapped like all the tiny white cocoons I saw bundled up in the rafters…
I frowned and dissolved one with my Venom Blast touch. As the embers melted away, I saw what looked like a mummified rat, little more than skin stretched taut over a skeleton.
Ew…
But there was something about it that stirred my curiosity.
“This is what you ate?” I asked Spirella.
She bowed her head apologetically, like she knew I found it gross. “…yes… but there wasn’t anything else…”
“Would you catch them in your webs?”
“Yes.”
“And then what?”
“I would paralyze them, then wrap them up in – ”
“Wait a second – paralyze them how?”
She fretted a little, obviously embarrassed. “Um… I would… bite them.”
“With what?”
“With these…”
She opened her mouth, and suddenly her canine teeth extended from her gum line an extra half an inch. They were pretty damn pointy – sort of like a vampire’s. Except vampires didn’t exist.
Actually…
“Parch, are there vampires on this world?” I asked.
Of course.
“I’m not a vampire!” Spirella said in a voice that suggested I’d hurt her feelings.
“I know, I know,” I said sweetly, then asked Parch, “Are vampires monster girls, too?”
Obviously.
Daaaamn… I was gonna have to get me one of those…
But for right now, I just peered closer at Spirella’s fangs.
I felt a sudden little thrill of fear. After all, those beautiful lips had been wrapped around my johnson not 30 minutes ago. At the time, I’d been amazed at how I hadn’t felt any teeth, even though it was her first time performing oral. Now I figured it was because she had been extra careful not to nick me.
There’s a variety of pufferfish called fugu in Japan. It’s a delicacy, and can set you back $300 for a single serving of sushi. Here’s the thing, though: the pufferfish has poison in its internal organs. If you don’t prepare it exactly right, the poison will kill you. It slowly shuts down your muscles, but you stay awake during the entire thing – until you stop breathing.
Scary stuff, which is why chefs have to train two to three years before they’re licensed to prepare fugu. But people who love eating the fish enjoy the danger.
If there’s just a tiny bit of poison in the meat, you start to feel your tongue and lips tingle. If there’s too much, well, you’ll never eat fugu – or anything else – ever again.
In the novel From Russia With Love, Bond is stabbed with a fugu-poisoned blade in a woman’s shoe. You think he dies – until he’s revived at the beginning of the next book. Talk about a cliffhanger.
The funniest bit of fugu lore comes from The Simpsons, where Homer doesn’t want to try sushi, and then loves it. He goes on a rampage and eats everything in the restaurant. The only thing left is a fugu fish, but the regular chef is out on a smoke break or something. When they tell him that he can’t have it, he yells, “FUGU ME!” and the apprentice chef does his best.
After Homer has eaten the fugu, he’s informed he might die, and spends the rest of the episode dreading his death.
Of course, since The Simpsons has run 30-plus seasons, you know how it turned out.
Funny to think that I’d nearly had my own little brush with a fugu-style mishap.
If I’d known about how Spirella’s poison was delivered, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t have let her polish my knob.
Which would have been a pity, because it was the best blowjob I’d ever had.
But if she had accidentally nicked me… what would have happened?
“Spirella… if you’d bitten me while we were having sex – ”
“I wouldn’t have!” she cried out.
Then she blushed, her Venom-Blast-tinted, greenish skin suddenly growing darker.
“But you could bite me…” she cooed.
“Um… okay, next time. But say you had bitten me – would it have paralyzed me?”
“Only if I’d used my pointy teef,” she said, pointing at her extended canines. “And if I’d injected enough poison.”
The wheels in my head were starting to turn. “What happens after you paralyze something?”
“I wrap it up to store it for later.”
“How do you eat it?”
“I inject another type of poison that liquefies its insides so I can… uh… suck them out,” she said shyly.
I suddenly became quite alarmed. “WAIT – the poison that paralyzes is different from the poison that liquefies, right?!”
She frowned. “Of course.”
“Okay… phew…” Then I grew worried again. “And when you licked me before – that’s not going to liquefy my face or anything, is it?”
“No!” she said indignantly.
“Okay, okay, just checking. Let’s go back down to Alia and Dyra.”
Spirella aimed her abdomen up at the ceiling. A single strand of thread shot out of the tip, flew ten feet, hit the stone surface, and stuck – just like Spider-man using his web shooters.
Fuckin’ AWESOME.
“I can lower you down with me,” she said shyly.
Getting hugged by a hot, naked arachne with gigantic boobs?
Yes, please.
I held onto her – and gave her a little kiss – as we descended to the floor.
She just giggled and blushed.
Once we got down to the floor, Alia and Dyra crowded around us.
I gotta say – despite the dire circumstances of being trapped in a stone jail cell, it was a nice perk being surrounded by three gorgeous, topless women with incredible racks.
Made me want to have another foursome… but first we had work to do.
“Well?” Dyra asked. “Did you find a way out?”
“No, but I’ve got a plan,” I announced.
“What?” Alia asked.
“Let me try something first.”
I walked over to the cell door, which was a massive slab of iron. Bars were set into a window slot. Across from our cell flickered a single torch.
I looked down the hallway at the next closest prison cell. There weren’t any metal slide bolts like on the main dungeon door, so that was good. But there was a keyhole.
There was no keyhole on my side of our cell door, but I could see some kind of metal shaft in the space between the door and the jamb.
I had to see if I could destroy it, so I fired up Venom Blast and let ‘er rip.
I ended up scorching the door a bit, but otherwise nothing happened.
“Well, THAT didn’t work,” Dyra said. “What now?”
“I think we’ve only got one choice left if we want to get out of here.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m going to have Spirella paralyze me.”
All three women stared at me.
“WHAT?” Dyra asked.
“Um… really?” Spirella asked, her features twisted with confusion.
Alia turned on Spirella and reared up a foot higher on her tail. “If you bit my honey – ”
“I didn’t!” Spirella shrieked.
“Alia, cut it out,” I ordered. “She didn’t bite me – yet.”
Alia looked at me in shock. “What do you mean, ‘yet’?”
“Keep your voices down,” I whispered. “I don’t want anyone to overhear my plan.”
“What, to commit suicide?”
“No. Think about it – what if they two of you started screaming and the guards came running, and they found me wrapped up in a giant spider-silk cocoon, unable to move? You tell the guards an arachne came down and bit me while you were sleeping – ”
“I wouldn’t do that!” Spirella cried out, nearly bursting into tears.
“We know that, but the guards won’t,” I comforted her. “My guess is they’ll take me out and dispose of me somehow.”
“And WHY the hell would you think that’s a good plan?!” Alia demanded.
“Because I can use Dryad’s Gift to heal myself.”
Alia and Dyra immediately looked at each other, their eyes wide.
“That’s actually quite clever,” Dyra murmured.
“Right,” I said proudly. “I mean, I figure the worst that can happen is we try it, they don’t carry me out, and I heal myself anyway.”
“What’s Dryad’s Gift?” Spirella asked.
“When I mated with Dyra, I got the ability to heal myself – just like I got the ability to walk on walls after I mated with you. ‘Dryad’s Gift’ allows me to heal myself from any poison, and speeds up the healing of any wounds.”
“Oh my,” Spirella whispered.
“But you’ll be wrapped up in webs,” Alia protested. “You won’t be able to get out.”
“Yes I will,” I said confidently. “Spirella – shoot some sticky silk my way, would you?”
Spirella turned around, aimed her backside at me, and spurted on me.
Kind of a kinky turn-on, actually.
The flimsy webbing stuck to my hand. I pressed my other hand up against it, and it was like they were superglued together. I demonstrated to Alia and Dyra by pulling my hands apart as far as I could – but all that happened was the skin of my fingers stayed attached.
“Ew – don’t you dare get that stuff near me,” Alia said in alarm as she slithered backwards.
“Watch,” I said, and fired up Venom Blast.
The spiderweb ignited in a green blaze, and curled up like a human hair burning in a candle – except without the stink.
“By the Great Serpent,” Alia whispered.
“I still think we should test her poison before we actually try it,” Dyra said.
“I’m in complete agreement,” I said. “Hey, Parch!”
I figured it didn’t hurt to double-check.
He appeared right in front of me.
Yes?
“My plan should work, right?”
…it SHOULD…
“Way to be reassuring.”
Dryad’s Gift is as powerful
as any of the dryad’s healing abilities.
And an arachne’s poison is nowhere
near as powerful as a Plague Bolt.
You should be fine.
…I think.
I turned to Spirella. “Um, if Dryad’s Gift doesn’t work, do you have a way to counteract the poison?”
She shook her head slowly. “No… we never need to revive something once we’ve paralyzed it.”
That made sense, from an evolutionary standpoint.
After all, humans never figured out a way to un-cook their food.
I sighed. Only one way to find out if my plan would work.
I lay down on the cold stone floor. “Okay, try biting me.”
She looked conflicted. “Are you sure?”
“Yep. Just don’t use that stuff that liquefies my insides.”
“Liquefies WHAT?!” Alia cried out in horror.
“Relax,” I told her, then turned back to Spirella. “I mean… you’re sure you won’t use that stuff, right?”
“Of course not,” she said, her feelings hurt. “For that I use these teeth.”
She opened her mouth wide, and the front two incisors suddenly lengthened like buck teeth.
Oh my god.
I was seriously going to have to put aside that image the next time she went down on me.
I might have even said she couldn’t go down on me anymore… but the girl was just too damn good at it.
“Alright, use the other ones,” I said hurriedly.
I thought about yelling Fugu me, baby! but I didn’t want to explain the reference, so I just kept quiet.
Spirella’s incisors retracted and the canines grew, and she leaned over me.
Her gorgeous tits swung down like massive pendulums from her body, and I couldn’t help myself; I reached out and fondled her. I immediately felt her nipple stiffen under my touch.
“Mmmm,” she murmured. “Can we do more Sex Mage things?”
“After we get out of here, we can do it all you want,” I promised.
“Oh good,” she sighed… and then she leaned over and bit me on my left shoulder.
“OW!” I yelped. It was like somebody jabbing you with two needles.
I mean, I’d been expecting something – just not quite that painful.
Spirella jumped back. “Oh no – did I hurt you?!”
Alia reared up again like a cobra. “If you hurt him – ”
“Alia, chill,” I said. “I’m… uh…”
I stopped and looked down at my shoulder.
Two tiny beads of blood were welling up from my skin, and a tingling sensation was radiating outwards: down my left arm, then into my chest and belly.
I tried moving my left hand.
It was like somebody had injected me with Novocain. Everything felt numb.
I could sort of twitch my fingers – but then they stopped moving altogether.
“Oh shit, that works fast,” I said, and was astounded by how rubbery my lips felt already. “Mahn, I cah hahly tawk…”
I stopped and stared up at the girls.
“You sound like you’re drunk,” Alia said, perplexed.
“Ih da poy-suh… cah…”
And then suddenly my tongue wouldn’t move anymore.
Or any other part of me.
“Oh my god – are you alright, honey?!” Alia shrieked.
“Of course not,” Dyra said, “he’s been poisoned. Can you move?”
I tried, but nothing happened.
SHIT!
I could breathe – that was fine – but not a single voluntary muscle was active.
Spirella whimpered as she crouched down over me.
No matter that I was paralyzed – I still couldn’t keep my eyes off her gigantic boobs.
“He can move his eyes!” Dyra said.
“Yes, and I can see what he’s looking at,” Alia growled.
“I’m sorry,” Spirella apologized as she covered up her areolas with her hands.
Damn it, Alia –
“Scott, if you can hear me, look at me,” Dyra said.
I looked over at her.
“Excellent! Keep looking at me for ‘yes,’ but look at Spirella for ‘no.’ Do you understand?”
I kept looking at Dyra.
“Wonderful! Are you in any pain?”
I looked over at Spirella.
“Can you move anything besides your eyes?”
I kept looking at Spirella.
“Have you tried Dryad’s Gift yet?”
Still looked at Spirella.
“Are you going to now?”
I looked at Dyra.
“Alright… let’s see what happens…”
I activated the power –
And suddenly it was like someone poured warm water over my stomach. Everywhere the feeling touched, the numbness dissolved just like spiderwebs burned away by Venom Blast. Feeling surged back into my torso, my arms, my legs, and my face.
Although my lips and tongue were apparently the last to recover.
“I oh-kay…” I slurred.
Spirella burst out into tears and flopped down on top of me as she hugged me. “Thank the Great Weaver!”
I was absolutely sure I could feel, because the heft and softness of her breasts pressed down on me heavily.
And I immediately started getting hard.
“Well, part of him definitely isn’t paralyzed,” Alia said drily.
Parch appeared over me.
You have activated Dryad’s Gift
and purged the arachne poison!
I gently moved Spirella aside and sat up. “Okay, it worked… so let’s do it for real this time.”
15
First thing we had to do was get dressed.
After lying paralyzed on a cold stone floor, getting some clothes on felt nice. However, my flannel and t-shirt were ripped and stiff from dried blood, and my shoes and jeans stank of bog water. When we got out of this, I was going to have to get some new clothes – something the denizens of this world wouldn’t think were ‘outlandish harlequin rags.’
The girls got dressed, too – Alia in her chain-mail bra, Dyra in her leaf bikini, and Spirella in her black corset. It was sad to see so many gorgeous breasts disappear behind clothing… although I came to the realization that both Alia and Spirella were walking around bottomless all the time, basically with their va-jay-jays hanging out.
I loved this world.
But I put that out of my mind. I had other things to concentrate on – like being wrapped up in webbing like Frodo in Return of the King.
“Any last words of wisdom, Parch?”
Yes –
don’t die.
“Wow,” I said drily. “That’s inspiring, Parch.”
Always happy to help.
“Alright… let’s do this.”
Spirella bit me again. It hurt, but I was ready for the pain and didn’t make a sound.
