Breeding an army

The drider looked intently into Mira's eyes. "You know our babies are going to be quite hungry when they wake up. But your breasts should start feeling full and heavy before they're born. They won't eat you, but they will feed off of you. I think I will keep you around as my personal breeder." The drider chuckled. "I'll keep you pregnant all the time! Together you and I will have the biggest army in all of the Underdark. Then we will show my old Mistress who the real Queen of the Underdark is."

All Mira could do was lay there in her cocoon and listen to this evil abomination make her evil plans to conquer the Underdark. But somehow she began to feel sorry for the creature who was once a proud Dark Elf. How would she behave had it happened to her? She would probably seek vengeance against those who did such a horrific thing to her as well. This army would also be her children. Would they feel any sense of loyalty to her, or only to the drider? She knew she would find out the answer in a few days. Her belly was already quite distended, and she could feel the eggs moving around inside her.

The drider suddenly removed the gag from Mira's mouth. "Let's talk a while. I miss having someone to talk to. It's been so lonely here for so long."

Mira decided talking was better than nothing. At least it would help the time pass. "Listen, just for a minute" she began. "I can understand your hatred and need of vengeance against your former Mistress. If that had happened to me, I would feel the same. I'm willing to help you in any way I can. I'd rather us be friends than just breeding partners of a drider army."

The drider was caught off guard, and astonished at Mira's offer of help and friendship. "You would really be willing to be my friend and ally? I'm so hideous and ugly! I saw how you and your friend over there were repulsed by me."

"No, you're not ugly. You're still a very beautiful Dark Elf woman who just happens to be attached to a spider's body." Mira was trying to assure her that she was being genuine with her. How else to appeal to her, except to the woman who still existed somewhere inside her?

"You really still think I'm beautiful?" The drider looked at her, quite puzzled by Mira's kindness. "But how can I be?" she started to cry. "I was once beautiful, and feared by most of the houses in the Underdark, until my Mistress became jealous of me, and turned against me. She cast me out, and put this curse on me."

"Then she's the one who's truly ugly and hideous," said Mira, "not you. How many times do you need to make me pregnant before we have a large enough army?"

"We?" the surprised drider asked.

"Yes, we" Mira answered without hesitation. "It actually feels kind of sexy to have all these eggs rubbig against my womb. I could get used to this. But I want to help you get your revenge. Perhaps if we can kill the one who did this to you, we can break the curse she put on you."

Humans had always hated Dark Elves, and this sudden acceptance and offer of friendship and help had the drider very curious. "You really mean what you say. I can tell. I'm going to release you, because I want to believe you. I want to trust you. I want to call you my friend." The drider released Mira from her cocoon, and helped her to sit up. She looked at Mira's belly as the eggs moved around happily inside her.

"My name is Mira" she told the drider. "You have a name, don't you?"

"Yes, I used to" answered the drider. "It used to be T'Lyria."

"T'Lyria. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman" Mira smiled up at her.

The drider smiled back at her for the first time, and gently caressed her face. "Mira is also a very beautiful name."

"So how many pregnancies do we have to go before we have our army?"

T'Lyria liked the sound of that. "We" she said. "It's been just me for so long. Now I wish we could have met under different circumstances. I would take you as my life mate, if you would have me.

"Well," smiled Mira, "you have me now, and we are mating."

"But I could do so much more with you, if I weren't a drider." T'Lyria kissed Mira's forehead. "In answer to your question, I think a dozen pregnancies should give us the army we need."

"Mmm, I can hardly wait to be filled up again." Mira looked down at her big, round belly. She ran her hand over it. "Hurry up, little guys, and be born. Mommy can't wait to have more of you!"