"How do I lay eggs?"

{i think... i think i understand} Teysa replied. {i have an ovipositor, right? like the matron?}

Rik'eel nodded. {yes. the spiderlings are our children and our subjects. they will not grow to become driders, but they serve us and we protect them. we give them life from our bodies, but not all of us can plant seeds in the fertile ground. for that, the blessed egg-layers are chosen.} She made a curious gesture of obeisance with her hands, crossing them over each other at the wrists and splaying out her fingers. {it is a great honor. i am blessed to be instructing you.}

Teysa closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to find where in her body the ovipositor might be. {how do i make it... you know, come out? or whatever it does?} She could feel a blush spreading across her cheeks and hoped her new, dark coloration made it impossible to see. Evidently not-- Rik'eel grinned wickedly. {do not fear. it is as natural as copulating in your old life.}

This time there was no way her blush wasn't noticeable. {i never... did that. i am sorry. i know, it is unusual.}

Rik'eel's smile widened. She drew closer to Teysa. {in that case, allow me to show you.}

She leaned in and planted her mouth on Teysa's. The kiss was so unexpected that the former paladin recoiled, but the other drider held her tightly. She had a brief flash of fear of the needle-thin teeth she had seen in every drider's mouth, but the kiss was warm and soft, and she felt herself melting into it. The drider's tongue had an exotic, spicy taste, like the smell of perfume wafting across the desert floor. Teysa felt it probing inside her mouth, running across her own tongue and filling her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around the other drider and pressed her to her chest. As she did, she felt Rik'eel's claw creeping down her stomach, past her navel. What-?

The other drider's claw reached Teysa's waist, where her human torso interfaced with the spider body. She rubbed along the carapace there, and to Teysa's surprise she felt a familiar tingling emanating from where her pussy had been. She pulled herself back from the kiss. {rik'eel, what-}
{you are not used to this body yet, sister. look.}

Teysa looked down. Where smooth carapace had been a moment before, two sections of thorax had parted like the petals of a flower to reveal a soft pink interior. {i still have-}

{yes. in Her wisdom, the Mother Who Spins granted us the parts of pleasure, that we might share the same joys as our two-legged sisters. and in your case, more.}

She began to stroke Teysa's pussy rhythmically, rubbing two fingers forward and backward between her lips. Teysa gasped-- the pleasure seemed to emanate outward from her pussy in waves that washed over her abdomen. It felt like her body was fizzling with sparks that arced along all eight of her legs. She felt herself growing flushed and buried her face between Rik'eel's substantial breasts. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by warm, moist grey skin.

Rik'eel continued stroking. She began to rub Teysa's slit in a semi-circular motion as her hand moved back and forth. Each rub caused Teysa's legs to jerk slightly. She tried to think clearly, but the pleasure filled her brain with soft pink butts. Through the fog she could feel an intense sensation in her middle thorax, behind where Rik'eel was stroking. It started off as a pressure and rapidly built to the point of pain-- an intense, urgent need that could not be ignored. She fought her way out of her reverie.

{wha-}

Rik'eel continued rubbing Teysa's cunny and reached her other hand farther back. Teysa felt something in her body shift, and suddenly a lightning jolt of pleasure caused her to spasm. She looked down in shock.

A dripping tube of warm, spongy flesh had pushed its way out from a concealed pocket in her body behind her pussy. An ovipositor! My ovipositor! She had never seen it before but recognized it at once. About a foot of it protruded from her body now, but she could feel more coiled behind. It pulsed and thrummed in unison with the crescendos of tingling pleasure that filled her body. Rik'eel's fingers danced along its length, squeezing gently, and every time they touched Teysa moaned involuntarily. Her ovipositor was tremendously sensitive. The pleasure that came from it was different than that she was used to: it pulsed in short, sharp shocks that pulled her body taut with unreleased tension. Rik'eel cupped her fingers around the tube and began to rub up and down its length, slowly at first, but faster and faster.

Teysa felt her climax building. Her entire body seemed to be on edge. She did not even dare to breathe for fear of losing all control. With a shuddering rush she felt all of her energy, all of her attention, focused all at once on the ovipositor. She screamed as the wave broke over her. Her mind went blank and she sagged into an awkward crouch on her splayed legs. Her ovipositor bucked as it spewed forth thick, green ropes of the familiar green fluid.

Teysa tried to collect herself. She was dazed and numb, and her body tingled all over in a not-unpleasant afterglow. Looking down, she saw that her carapace had closed up again, and her ovipositor seemed to have retracted.
{what... was that?}

Rik'eel made the gesture of obeisance again. {the feelings of stimulation bring forth the gan'el, the layer of eggs. i am told the actual laying exceeds this pleasure by a thousand times.} She grinned wickedly. {our bodies are not fertile ground for your eggs, but if you ever wish to relieve some pressure, call on me.}

Teysa shook her head to clear it. {this is a lot to take it, rik'eel. how often will i have to... do my job? as for the, uh, fertile ground, as you call it, where do i find... them?}

{the matron is fertile once every ten spans or so. she normally hunts herself for clutchmothers. you may join her, if you wish. i am sure she would bring one back for you if you asked.}

Teysa nodded. She didn't feel any pressing need to lay eggs at the moment. She supposed the matron would tell her when it was time.

{do you have further questions, sister?}