“My queen, suitable souls have been spotted in the village of Nearon. I’ve already placed the bait, and they should arrive in a few days.” Sara said, bowing to the queen. Sara, short for Sarzakus, is a succubus contracted by the queen who holds the position of the queen’s right hand. Her long, black hair covers most of her nude body, which looks rather well proportioned except for her almost head sized breasts. Her royal blue skin, navy purple wings and tail from her back, and jet black horns coming from her head are also clear signs of her lack of humanity. Of course, a simple thought would shift the succubus’s body to whatever form she wished, allowing her to do her job with none the wiser.
 
“Excellent. You can go have some fun while we wait for our guests to arrive. Just make sure you return when I contact you, and go nowhere near that village while you do.” The queen replies with a motherly smile, waving Sara off as she flew into the distance. One would question why a queen would have need of such a treacherous agent, especially so close to the head. That worry did not apply to the Arachne Queen of the Silk Palace, as she called herself. She is a giant creature that towers over even the largest of warriors. Even her front, which bears the look of a plump, motherly figure with wide, childbearing hips and laiden breasts, is a towering 4 meters tall. Her spider rear sporting 8 sharp legs that pushes her up another 2 meters off the ground. Her arms, waist and whole back half covered in plate like citin. Natural armor that can easily deflect sword and spears and making her arms look like intimidating, clawed gauntlets
 
 
The queen’s name is Abigail, and was actually a human before transforming into the monster she is today. Reckless, ruthless and somewhat crazy, Abigail was known to be the monster in human skin, letting her contracted succubus run amok with no restraints or care for the lives taken by the demon or her own actions, leading to her nomadic lifestyle. That was till she read of a ritual that some single sex monstrous creatures use to turn their prey into their offspring. She immediately jumped at the chance, attacking the rather peaceful forest of spiders located at the center of the continent to get at the arachne within, forcing the arachne to do the ritual to herself. The arachne eventually agreed after much persuasion and threats at the temporary cost of her memories of most of her new, early life. Thus the arachne queen was born, taking the whole spider forest as her domain after she grew older and regained her memories. The surrounding towns, village and cities oblivious to the change.
 
 
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Charles woke with a splitting headache, and massaged his blonde scalp as he struggled to get out of bed. Piecing together what happened the other night, he recalled that he was out drinking with an old buddy from his former group, Maddy clearly drank him under the table, no surprise given that dwarves could hold their liquor in spite of their short and stout stature. Dredging deeper, he recalled her talking about some rumors of treasure within the spider forest, and easy mark for his current group. After taking a while to shake the hangover off and don his plate armor, Charles stumbled out the door and down the stairs, to meet up with the rest of the party.
 
 
“Good morning, sleepyhead~” A cheerful voice rings across the common room of the inn. The voice’s owner is a widely grinning beastkin named Leiharra, her catlike ears twitching in excitement atop her brown head. Her body is covered in similarly brown fur, all down to her feline tail that is swaying along with her emotions. The party’s ranger and cheerful loudmouth, responsible for tracking and hunting of prey. She is wearing her usual leather armor, her bow and quiver on her back and a short dagger on her belt.
 
 
“Can it, Fluffy” grumbled the one beside her, nursing her own hangover, a khaki green alligator like snout poking from under the cowl. Kegziss was a scalefolk from the swamps south of the continent. Despite her ragged looks, she’s a priestess of the mother river that flows from the northern peaks, through the continent and spreading itself out at the swamps of Kegziss’ home . She is also the party’s healer, dressed in simple robes and wielding a plainly carved swampwood staff. Her currently drunk and disheveled state is due to her recently acquired habit of drinking herself to sleep, brought about by her blaming herself for the loss of the party’s former warrior, Fernando during a bandit attack. The rest of the party would argue that it would have been impossible to help Fernando as he took an unlucky arrow through the visor of his helm and right in the eye, but Kegziss didn’t see it that way. She was also the only one who was against Charles joining, as to her, no one could replace Fernando.
 
 
Signing at the noise between the ranger and healer, the elven rogue by the name of Kharis idly plays with one of his throwing knives. His long blonde hair tied up in a neat bun under his hood, robes hiding various knives strapped to his tight fitting leather armor. Kharis did enjoy the company of the others, but found the recent change after Fernando’s death to be bothersome. He would try and say something, but fearing his own sharp tongue might cause more harm than good.
 
 
The last of the party sat in awkward silence, glancing around the room and worried her friends would disturb the other guests. Igis was a simple mage, who would much prefer staying at home and reading her tomes had she a home to return to. She was picked up after barely escaping a troll invasion that destroyed her little village, and taught the arcane arts by her kindly teacher. After learning all she can, she parted ways and eventually encountered the rest of the group and have been with them ever since. The young mage was dressed in a navy blue robe, and equipped with a gemmed staff, a present from her teacher before she left.
 
 
Charles sat down at the table as Leiharra and Kegziss was winding down from their latest argument regarding drinking habits. He then informed the group about what he learnt from Maddy. The forest of spiders was known to be an easy place to venture and the only reason why it was not cleared out and deforested was due to the sheer number of spiders that would be displaced. The spiders were little concern for adventurers, but simpler folk would perish under the swarm. The task was simple, as according to Maddy, there is a small hut located in the forest, next to the Mother River flowing through it, containing the treasure. Kharis asked why hasn’t others taken the treasure already, but apparently it was guarded by a mad hermit, tracked by the mages guild for treason. Only recently had said hermit passed away, leaving the treasure up for grabs.
 
 
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With their mission set, the group went to get prepared, meeting back up outside the gate leading towards the forest of spiders. They brought along all their gear, along with some camping equipment and spider repellent, magic wards that will chase away lesser spiders. They then made their way into the trees, their travel hindered by cat or dog sized spider younglings, though are easily cut down. Thirty minutes of travel later, they see their destination. Ahead, the trees are bound completely by silk, creating a thick and sticky wall of white that runs for as far as they can see. A single opening can be seen through the silk, likely used by the spiders within when they leave or bring prey back. Leiharra suddenly calls for the party to hide, and moments later a cow sized spider skitters into view, dragging along an equally large, squirming silk sac. The spider crawls through the hole, disappearing into the darkness as the party lets out their collectively held breath. “Well, at least we know what is causing the livestock to go missing….” Leiharra comments. She jumps down from her hiding spot in the trees, scanning the area before signaling the rest that it is clear.
 
 
They made their way through the silk, slaying a number of giant spiders as they slowly cut through the webs, using a compass to guide their path. Igis was restricted from using any fire or lightning magic, as the silk was highly flammable and would easily lead to a situation where everyone was burnt alive and the entire forest going up in smoke. It was also why they used lesser, but costly light crystals instead of the cheaper torches to light their way.
 
 
By the time the group finally reached the small riverside shack, the sun had fallen past the horizon. The shack itself was shabbily built, but with clear signs of arcane enchantments around the structure. It overlooks the majesty of the Mother River, its waters glowing slightly from the mana infused within it. Kegziss went towards the river, giving the structure a wide berth as she knelt by the river and prayed. Leiharra felt it was safe, her keen senses not detecting anything around and decided to join the healer in partaking in the Mother River’s cleansing waters. The ranger, despite her quick reflexes, was still bit by one of the spiders at some point, and the water easily cleared the weak poison from her system.
 
 
Charles, Kharis and Igis decided to go towards the shack as the two were freshening up, Kharis being extra weary of arcane traps. What the group didn’t expect was the clapping to ring through the forest, a stout figure stepping out of the darkness of the doorway. “Good job making it all the way here, Charles~. You brought them along wonderfully~.” The figure said, her voice causing the warrior to bend a knee, clutching his head in pain.
 
 
Kharis and Igis turned to Charles in surprise as the warrior mutters his dwarven friend’s name, before two cries rang out in the forest before being cut short, the familiar voices of Kegzriss and Leiharra
 “What did you do to them, you dwarven bitch?” Kharis cries out, already throwing a number of knives to the dwarf’s direction, who dodges the blades with ease by contorting her body unnaturally. “My, nothing at all~. My master wants you alive anyway.” The figure replies with a laugh.
“M-Maddy? I d-don’t understand….” Charles mutters, shaking his head as he tries to stand up. “W-what did… n-no… W-who are you.. .You’re not Maddy… S-she died in the w-war.….” At his words, the one masquerading as Maddy claps her hands. “Good boy~. Finally saw through my lies~. But its too late anyway~.” The false dwarf’s body begins to shift, her body growing taller as her skin turns blue, her clothes falling off showing her bare form. Demonic wings spring from her back as matching horns and tail appear.
“Honestly, you humans with your sorrow are so easy to mess with. I’m surprised you even fell for such a easy trick.” The demoness laughs, ignoring the various knives and spells being flung her way, which bounce off her arcane shields.
 
 
With their attention on the demoness, Kharis and Igis failed to notice the creatures in the canopy above. A shower of spiders suddenly rain down on the two, their weapons unable to deal with such a swarm due to their small size and number. The tiny spiders bypass their armor by crawling inbetween it, allowing them to paralyze their prey with their venom and easily binding their paralyzed bodies with silk. “Now that they are out of the way. How about we have a little fun, Charles. For old times sake~” The demoness grins.
“Y-you bitch! How dare you mess with my memories!” Charles cries in rage, charging and the demoness.
 
 
The demoness flowed around his strikes, smiling with amused arrogance and half paid attention. In consequence of the latter she opened her belly, an opening that Charles took. Charles brough her close, twisting the blade as he does. “T-that is for desecrating Maddy’s memory.” He mutters, too focused on inflicting more pain that he didn’t realise the grin on the demon’s face. His movements freeze as a set of ice spears appears from the demon’s chest, impaling Charles through the heart and all over his chest. “And this is for even thinking you could best me.” She chuckled, letting Charles's body fall to the floor, his weight pulling the sword from her body.
 
 
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Sara stretched as the sword fell free, the wound closing as if nothing happened. She had her fun, but still had a mission to do. Picking up the two bound and paralysed adventurers like a rug, she floated her way over to the other two, who were incapacitated in a similar fashion. “Don’t worry~. Her majesty is eagerly awaiting your arrival. I just needed to get rid of the spare.” She cooed as she picked up Leiharra and Kegziss. Unfortunately for the adventurers, they were still conscious, their bodies unresponsive to their desire to move, seeing the vastness of the spider forest below them as the succubus flew to the queen’s lair.
 
 
The succubus idly wondered if her master had any more plans like this as she laid the bound adventurers on the ground. Stripping them of their weapons, clothes and armor, she sat them up in front of a patient arachne, who is dressed in a simple silk dress that drapes over her front. The queen chuckled when Sara put her hand into the elf’s ass. Though whether it was to check for a crudely hidden weapon or for her own enjoyment was anyone’s guess.
“Welcome to my kingdom, esteemed guests. My name is Abigail. And you all, are fortunate enough to be chosen to inherit my kingdom.” Abigail said, standing up and slowly walking towards the still paralyzed adventurers to get a better look. She ends up playing with Leiharra’s cat ears with her dangerously sharp claws, before moving on to Kegziss’s scales, paying little attention to Kharis and Igis. Snapping her fingers suddenly, Abigail called two spiders, who both sink their fangs into Igis, the girl crying out in pain before looking around in surprise, realising the paralysis had been removed from her body. “Little one. You can use magic, right?” Abigail asks the timid mage, who nods at the towering arachne. “Good. Let’s hope it stays that way~” The arachne smiles, patting the human on the head, the palm easily covering her whole head. Fearing the arachne would crush her like a cherry, Igis fainted from the shock. “Ah… woops.” Abigail chuckled, going back to her silk throne.
 
 
They are bound together after Abigail sat down, forced to face each other as their paralysis is removed via another spider bite. Sara gently poked Igis’s face till she woke before Abigail finally continued talking. “You all are very charming specimens. And as much as I would love to have 4 little ones, I only have enough resources to raise one. With that in mind, I shall begin the ritual, and hope you don’t hold this against me~” With a nod, Sara pushed the adventurers down, carrying them with ease towards the arachne. Abigail lifts her dress, exposing her surprisingly moist slit, which she gently pulls apart, showing her guests her hungry depths. They cry in alarm as their heads are consumed by Abigail’s pussy, their squirming and trashing only making the act more pleasurable for her as Sara slowly pushed them deeper.
 
“A-ah… d-don’t worry, little ones~. M-mommy will keep you safe, f-from all the evil p-people in the world~” Abigail moans, taking over Sara’s duty, half pleasuring herself as she slid the adventurers deeper into her body. They got stuck a bit at a ring of muscle, but soon the adventurers were almost sucked into a wet chamber by Abigail’s orgasm, faint light filtering through the flesh of the arachne, her heartbeats resonating through their prison. With the faint light, they can see orange, transparent eggs floating around in the fluid filling their prison.
 
 
Their journey is not yet complete, however. Sara moved around behind Abigail, pushing her way up her master’s ovipositor and into her womb, meeting the adventurers face to face once more. “Now, the fun part~” Sara coos, gripping onto her breast and pulling hard, crying in pain and pleasure as she literally rips part of herself off, both soul and flesh. The chunk of boobflesh squirms and churns as it reforms into a tiny imp, grinning with Sara’s face.
She places the imp between the adventurers as a splash is heard in the chamber, a fresh egg dropping from above.
 “That will be your new home. Hope you like master’s accommodations~” Sara chuckles, pointing at the hole where the egg dropped from. She lifted them up once again, pushing them into the extremely tight hole of the arachne queen’s ovaries.
 
 
Abigail cried in pain as they were forced deeper, yelling at the succubus to use her magic before she does the last part. Chuckling at her own absentmindedness, Sara cast a rubber body spell with one hand on her master. The spell was designed to allow one’s body to hold much more than it normally would, increasing elasticity of the flesh and malleability of the bones, with any pain received converting to pleasure. With the pain immediately subsiding as the once taut flesh gives way, the adventurers travel deeper into Abigail’s body. The arachne pats her human belly as it bulges out with their forms, the soft, spongy flesh of her egg factory enveloping them as they are forced in, struggling fruitlessly against their prison.
 
 
Sara laid down in her master’s womb after the flesh seals the guests in, enjoying her master’s heartbeat and musk. Her self inflicted wound had healed up and she was already wondering how the experiment would fair. She done all she could to ensure its success. Abigail, meanwhile, was still moaning in the afterglow, petting her oversized belly as her body goes to work, the activity soon causing her to fall asleep.
 
 
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Leiharra could barely parse what was going on before she and her friends were shoved completely within Abigail’s body, squirming weakly against the spongy walls. First, a creature thought to be extinct appears before her, then proclaims that they inherit her empire. After feeling her ears, decide to bind them all up again and shove them into her pussy like an oversized sex toy. Finally the demoness crawled in along with them to push them even deeper after ripping a chunk of herself off. It took a minute for her to finally parse all that had happened, and she had already lost feeling in her fingers. Trying to struggle, she could feel her arms and legs melting like wax, rubbing against the melting flesh of her friends. The little imp that the succubus placed amongst them had already turned into a meaty gloop, and Leiharra sighed as she looked to her friends. “Well, at least we are going out together.” She said, trying to keep her ever positive attitude. She could barely feel her head and face melting as her eyelids grew heavy. The catkin soon fell asleep, as their bodies are painlessly melted away.
 
 
Leiharra’s eyes suddenly opened with a gasp. She looked around to see a blindingly white room and plain, square table. At each corner is each of her friends, also waking in a similar fashion, just as confused as she is. Glad to at least see her friends again, Leiharra leaped over the table once she locked eyes with Kegziss, bounding into the surprised lizard. “I’m sorry for saying all those things, I know Fernando’s death was hard on you. I just wanted you to put it behind you.” The catkin apologises, nuzzling against Kegziss as she does. The scalefolk was stunned by Leiharra’s sudden action, but patted the girl between her ears like she enjoyed. The other two smiled as they watched them cuddle, glad that they finally got together again, though started wondering what this place is.
 
 
They explored around the room, but couldn’t go further than a few meters away from the table, blocked by an unseen wall. With nothing else to do, Leiharra asked the question no one else wanted to say. “So… we died, right? Or did everyone not melt down into goop?” The rest nodded with sollem expressions, sitting back down at their seats as they tried to figure out what happened to them.
 
 
Suddenly, laughter could be heard from above. A familiar blue figure floating down onto the table. “My, you all are quite cute to watch, even as bodiless souls~” Sara chuckled as she laid sensually on the table. The group immediately leaped back from the table, not even questioning the fact their weapons suddenly appeared in their hands. “What did you do to us, demon?” Kegriss barked. “Please, no good will come if you try and fight me. You cannot overpower a soulweaver in the combat of the soul. So let’s save everyone’s time and skip to the pleasantries, shall we?” Sara coos, snapping her fingers as a blinding light envelops the room. The group found themselves back in their seat, the table now having a hole in the center for the succubus to sit in.
 
 
“W-wait, you said combat of the soul? So we are dead?” Igis asked, worry in her voice.
“Well, yes, and no. Your old bodies are no more, but you all will be much more than you were as weak humans and beastkin. And elf.” Sara replied, giving a wink to an annoyed Kharis.
“Why should we even trust you? You kidnapped us, killed our companion and stole our bodies. We could kill you once we are free.” He remarks, glaring daggers at Sara who just chuckles at his threat.
“Honestly, whatever you do after is not our concern. Master wished to have a strong child, and a strong child she will get. She is growing old anyway, and after she dies, I get to keep her soul for myself~. This insignificant fragment of my essence is peanuts compared to acquiring master delectable soul anyway. If it helps fulfil master’s wish, I’ll gladly let you have it~”
 
 
“So… you gave a small bit of your demonic essence to us, what for?” Leiharra asked. “Master wanted you to be a perfect secret agent. With my essence, your body should have my abilities too, which includes shapeshifting. It was what I used to copy that dwarven memory and make poor old Charles’s last attack worthless~.” The succubus replies, licking her lips at the memory. “We can just leave the kingdom we are supposed to inherit, change our form and run away, though? Won’t that be detrimental to your master’s plan?” the catkin asked, confused at Sara’s sudden sigh and shrug. “Honestly, calling it a kingdom is a stretch. She only commands spiders, who go out to hunt for us. Master’s head has gotten a bit off lately, even making me call her queen. Must be the age getting to her.”
 
 
“In any case, all of us will be in one body, if all goes well. So I hope we can get along and work together to keep us alive. Master heard of tales of a being with two souls, able to cast magic while engaging in melee. That was the reason why she wanted to try the rebirth with multiple subjects. Your group is the first one to act so well together, though. No fraying of the soul vessel or anything.” Sara then remarks, smiling at the room. The group continued asking a number of questions to the succubus, from how their new body will be like, to how would multiple souls control a single body. They continued conversing, getting to know each other intimately as they wait for their now form to awake.
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Abigail woke from her sleep with a big yawn, feeling the mass in her human belly. It was smooth, soft and round, making her body look bigger than a 9 month pregnant human. The adventurers within her body were used to make it, and she could feel the massive egg slowly pushing its way down. Her body stretching to let the egg drop down into her womb. Abigail sighed in relief when the egg was finally down, landing on the happily sleeping succubus within her. She chucked at the weird sound the demoness made when the egg hit her, before commanding Sara to examine the egg. After confirming of the child growing within the egg and the souls within, Abigail let her companion out of her body via her ovipositor. She then spent a few weeks getting her nest ready, preparing a place to lay her eggs once the time comes. As the days went on, Abigail's body started changing, her breasts growing full of milk in reaction to the growing egg’s chemicals. Her mother after her rebirth taught her all about arachne physiology and childbirth, things she would pass on to the new child within her while their mind is still fresh.
 
 
About a month after the ritual, Abigail laid the egg into an awaiting silk net. Baseball sized, unfertilized eggs rolled out of her ovipositor, barely stretching the fleshy tube as they bounced gently against the silk. They were the eggs within Abigail’s womb before she brought the adventures into her body, which constantly work to make more and more eggs. They would serve as extra nutrients for the unborn child during the next stage of the egg’s growth. It wasn’t long before the massive, exercise ball sized egg made its way through her body, causing Abigail to moan as her ovipositor is suddenly stretched to its limits. The ordeal was short lived, however, as the smooth surface made the laying quick, despite its extreme size.
 
 
After emptying her womb of all her eggs, Abigail went to work shorting through the eggs, chuckling at the size of the main egg as she carefully moved it to another net. Making sure she examine and sort through every single egg, the tiresome process was another necessary act during arachne childbirth. On the off chance another egg is fertilized, putting them together would risk deformation or even death of the child as they grow within each other. Not wanting her efforts to be wasted due to negligence, the mother arachne did her job diligently. Placing any and all unfertilized eggs into a seperate net until she was certain there were no other fertilised eggs.
 
 
With that finally over, Abigail placed half of the eggs into a net big enough to hold all her eggs before laying the massive egg on top. She then dumped the rest of the eggs over it, and sealed the whole bundle with her web, letting the egg do its work. The sac of eggs shakes as weird slurping noises come from within, the fertilized egg absorbing the surrounding eggs like droplets of oil on water. A few days later, the whole sac has a smooth feel as all the eggs colessed into a egg big enough for Abigail to lay upon, the yolk within having fused together as well. She carefully moved the silk, creating a little window in the bindings so she can see within the transparent egg and letting her watch the child as it grows.
 
 
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Almost 5 months pass before the child within opens her eyes for the first time, looking through the window with much curiosity. She has cute, cat ears on her head and a mane like brown hair running down her back. Any part not covered with fur is instead covered by scale like chitin, which even covers her spider bottom. The child, after taking a look outside, examines her own body, feeling the umbilical cord on her belly which leads to the yolk attached to the membrane wall surrounding her. She then wiggled her limbs and abdomen, feeling how they moved, a small voice in her head belonging to Igis warning her about testing the other powers her body has. Satisfied, the youngling eagerly waits her mother’s arrival, waiting to learn all she can from her. The souls within has come to terms with their existence in the time the body was forming, the ever cheerful Leiharra especially essential in convincing the others to enjoy their new lease on life.
 
 
For the souls, it felt like years before they finally got a body. After they had calmed down, they went to work figuring what they can do while as simple souls. That invertedly made them pool their knowledge and memories together, blurring the lines between each individual. They later learnt they can pull themselves away from the collective as well, in case one needed to focus on something else while the others worked. Sara’s little fragment was consumed by the 4 other souls after she ran out of energy, serving as the chain that holds them together and giving the body the powers of her flesh. In the end, a child arachne with a somewhat major case of split personality disorder due to the 4 minds within her is born.
 
 
The child watched excitedly as things pass in front of the egg she was in, eagerly waiting the arrival of her mother. She had waved at Sara when she walked past, and was certain she would tell her master that the child was awake. Sure enough, Abigail arrived a few minutes later, giggling as the child grinned and waved excitedly. “My aren’t you a bundle of excitement.” The mother arachne comments as she carefully places her hand on the egg, smiling as the child mimics her movements. They held their position for a moment, till the child tilts her head in confusion, wondering why her mother’s smile was suddenly gone, replaced with a guilty grimace. “Little one, do you know what happened before you were born?” The child nods instantly, before giving the wall separating her and her mother a kiss. “W-well… if you say so… I’m sorry I forced this onto you, though. I realised while you were growing that this was supposed to be a willing act between the mother and child… I’ll try my best to make it up to you.”
 
 
Abigail then went to work and began teaching all she know about arachne lifestyle, physiology, reproduction and all aspects of their body over the course of the months, much like her mother did when she was a still in her egg. It made Abigail realise her own folly, having more or less forced her arachne mother to rebirth her. She was too focused on the results that she never realised the people she trampled and hindered along the way. As one final respect to her, Abigail decided to name the child Varhart after her. The souls within the child, after a long time of trying to come up with a name for themselves by mixing and matching their old names and failing, eagerly accepted the new name. After she taught the child all she could, she decided to teach them how to weave silk and other more physical things, even though the child couldn’t practice herself. Normally said skills would be taught after the hatching, but because Varhart didn’t need to learn speech and language, Abigail had a lot more time on her hands. Varhart ultimately didn’t mind that fact, and looked forward to the day she hatched so she can try all she learnt herself.
 
 
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Varhart enjoyed her time in her egg, relaxing as her body grew. The yolk that fed her growing smaller as the weeks go by. About 13 months after her initial conception, she noticed something off with the yolk. It began slowly peeling off from the wall, and it somehow made her breathing harder. Panicked, she signaled for her mother, who rushed over as soon as she could. “Stay calm, Varhart. Your hatching is starting. Just cut your way out of the egg and take your first breaths.” Abigail instructed, shivering at the memory of her own hatching. She would help the child, but the late Varhart warned her that such an act would only harm the child’s development. Thankfully, the current Varhart understood her mother’s words, and cut the top of the egg off with the skills inherited from her souls. Breathing the fluid out of her lungs, she steeled herself before plunging herself into the air, taking her first painful breaths as the yolk pulled itself free from the walls.
 
 
Abigail picked her child off the collapsing shell of the egg as Varhart coughed the rest of the fluids from her lungs, carefully taking the yolk sac still connected to her body and fashioned a pouch to put it in. The young arachne nuzzled up against her mother after she recovers, going right to suckling on her nipple and eagerly drinking her milk. Abigail cooed as the child drank, rocking her gently as she does, enjoying the intimate moment. As the child drank, however, her body began shifting, the yolk sac being drawn into her body along with her arachne lower half and scales. Soon, all that remained was a cute catkin girl, still happily nuzzling against the bosom she is feeding from, her tail swaying contently. “My, you already have control over that ability. I was worried that you didn’t.” Abigail comments, getting a cheeky grin from her child in reply, who then shifts back into her arachne form, though more human looking and minus the yolk sac.
 
 
The two would spend a few more years together, Varhart learning all the arachne skills she could get from Abigail before leaving the nest. In that time, Varhart had regained Kegriss and Igis’s magical aptitude, and with their multiple minds, able to cast offensive and defencive magic while moving and attacking, a skill impossible for normal beings. Abigail saw them off with a sad smile, but understood that she had already taken much from them, and letting them go was the only thing she could do for them now. It surprised her when Varhart said she would return, though. Varhart herself was excited to venture out, hone their new skills and crafts even more and maybe make some friends along the way. Shifting into a scalefolk, Varhart went off to the awaiting world.
 
 
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