Silk Milk [END]

To say you were sick and tired of this damn whip would be an understatement. Her sheer reach with such a thing has only worsened the situations of this fight, especially its grip, locking you off from both gravity and air. If the Ariados was going to rely upon it, you were going to destroy such advantage. In a fervent glare, your aura ignites at your forepaws. The heat bores into the strengthened rope of silk as you grab at its length above you, torching away at it and feeling the sticky sinew snapping apart. Valentina scowls at the sight; whether the whip had sentimental value to her was unknown, but you certainly wouldn't care. It needed to pass on from this world. With enough strands breaking apart, you discover gravity dropping in free fall in brief snags as the whip struggles to keep you supported. A triumphant snap resounds in the workshop and with a plummet, you are free of the whip's vices. Never has a drop delighted before.

The waxy floor meets you at the bottom with a knelt landing and offers a quick respite of oxygen. Wonderful air welcomes itself home to your aching lungs as the burning strands of silk flutter down around you, torching in the embers by the air you breathe. It was a wonderful sight of blue in the second you get to enjoy, before it all comes literally crashing down around you.

"Mangy dog! Enjoy breaking one's toys?" The Ariados above you demands her audience, but she sounded far closer than before. You may have freed yourself from her whip, but the spider herself is and always will be the biggest problem; one you unfortunately ignored in your place to simply drop right below her.

The collision beset upon you completely rattles your brain within its bony prison; your skull clatters with your own jaw when flattening to the ground you yearned to return to so desperately. Chest-down, the air you just inhaled fumes right back out from the weight greatly bearing down on your body now. Valentina stands atop your back, having dropped n' stomped her prey flat out, flooring you with her hands now resting at her curved hips. Naturally, you attempt to lift your head from the pain surging to your jaw. A disdain leers from her violet eyes and her golden hind hoists without concern to immediately plant down on the silly mutt. Your head is reinforced to the ground; a harsh gesture to remind you of your role under her.

"Khlhk--!"

As if that were not enough, a cruel twist of the hind scrunches your scalp, accompanied with yet another callous taunt of the spider, "Let this ram into that dense, empty skull of yours that even an ignorant mammal can understand. The efforts to craft that whip take longer to fabricate than it takes for you to amount to something; the craftsmanship and creativity greater than the fool's errand of your pathetic attempt of escape! So futile!" Another stamp of the firm hind bears down on your cranium with a wild pressure that felt like it was going to cave at some point. Your own rear and tail hikes up from the stress, bristling at your fur.

"Grr-rhk--ghet...ouff!" Her actions were punishment enough, but her words were added salt in a very annoying wound. In a fit of resistance, your hands slam down at the floor to push yourself back, forcing Valentina's leg to nearly take a knee as you skid out from underneath her. The relief of pressure is enough to grant you that second wind for both your mind and your lungs, for another slap of your hands helps to stature you back up onto your legs, albeit shakily, as the soreness still burns at your neck and back...not to mention the after-effects of your head pounding from her dance of stomps. It creates a skewed view in your eyes as you see the transparent copies of the spider woman keeping her back to you, scowling from over her shoulder as her own figure rises to a far more proper verticality. Her demeanor emits a lack of caution, seeing you hardly a threat to her despite escaping her grasp a number of times. Perhaps she anticipates you to be on your last legs now.

Wanting to prove her otherwise, a kick forward has you closing the distance. Without her whip, you are free to close the gap and deal with her as best you can now, in close-combat...!

Sppthhp!

A matter of being just a meter from her, your valiant comeback is denied with a hard crash to the ground again. Your back smacks the waxy surface you had just been pinned on, and suffer the same consequence. Any attempt to lift was met with resistance, confusing you in the extra head-rattle until you blink your focus above you. Strangely enough, Valentina did not see fit to stand mounted atop you again this time. To blame for your pinned nature, it would be the cold white web of gooey strands that dry into her natural spider silk, glueing awkwardly about at your chest and limbs. Her spider abdomen flexes in place above her rear and drools a line of sticky white fluid from its golden spinneret. The Ariados scoffs, seeing you netted onto the ground from a splotched shot. "A mere animal to catch. That is all you are to offer our great hive. I'll have to take what I can out of you..."

Whatever that meant, you did not want to find out, yet she'd happily reveal her intentions soon enough when firing a long line of silk from the spinneret. You feel the length smack to one of your legs and acts as a tether between the two of you. In an impressive flex of the spider abdomen, you feel the rope tighten and pull, scooting you along the ground to be brought closer to her. This is bad. Your mind anticipates another stomping session if she gets you underneath her again, and your skull can only take so much, so in a fit of panic, you thrash your limbs and attempt to pry the netting off of you. It sticks to your fur, adding to the discomfort you already pulsate with, but anything would be better than her psychotic claws. As easy as it would be to simply grip and pry the tether off, the webbing splat over you denies you much of a sit-up. Having to lounge on your back as you're pulled proves to be more cumbersome than you'd like too, with the strands being in such unmethodical entanglement that they're difficult to undo or snap apart.

So instead, you stress all of your weight to your right, rolling over onto your side and thudding your chest to the floor. This seems like a saving grace at first, for after the moment you do so, you stop in place. The gluey web snug at your front helps to stick to the floor, causing a halt in her spinneret from pulling you any further back. As much as you'd like to relish in the small victory, there is still the matter of getting off and getting up. But Valentina wasn't keen on seeing her specimen go so soon.

She cuts your relief to be short-lived by simply taking a sauntering step back, guiding herself to you now as the golden spinneret looms dangerously close. "Tch, thrash all you want, dog. It is all that is left for you to do. I gave you a chance of worthy surrender, but by wasting it, you've merely doomed yourself... I know exactly the prison to keep you barred from escaping ever again...~"

Valentina casually cups her hips and gives another flex of her backside's abdomen. The thick spider bulb wobbles a heavy jitter in place, and in a sudden ****, you feel your tethered leg suddenly swing up. The length of sticky rope has your hindpaw mashing up against the spinneret, in which the silk-spitting orifice latches to the pads...and pulls it in!

Shlhp!

Your ars fold back with the fiercest focus you've ever retained in your eyes. You watch the golden spinneret swallow in your paw, squelching its mess of pale milky fluid to drip along your black leg. The warmth of the walls contrasts with the cool liquid gel of the undried silk, and easily gets you endeavoring to pull your paw back out with a wet POP!

"Wha--?!" You bark in dismay, only for the abdomen to take another swallowing tug, plopping the hindpaw against the spinneret again. Instinctively, you kick your other leg at the heavy bulb, batting it to shake and slosh the milky contents inside, enticing out a haughty laugh from Valentina. The effort of your other paw batting the hungry spider abdomen simply allows the sticky liquid squirting around your legs to strengthen when drying to the room's elements, glueing the paws awkwardly together. Pinned like a pair of her hands had been grappling them, the spinneret feeds your hindpaws into its silk gland and bulges at the spinneret. The hinds disappear into the golden orifice, feeling the walls that normally shoot and now contracting. Your figure doesn't scoot, but now lifts at the legs, with your rear now beginning to follow.

Concern pounds in your head and chest, scrambling to make any progress away from the suddenly hungry abdomen. The Ariados simply takes another step back, hands-free as ever, and eyeballing your slow and unorthodox defeat. "It's been so long since I've properly taken anyone in there. Usually nutrients from food and victims are enough for my silk quota, but it'll be good to have a hefty helping of Lucario go straight to the source~"

Your heart skips a beat. She was going to make you into...silk?!

Crazy as she may be, you have no reason to not believe her if she's already swallowing in your hips; your oddly pinned legs giving mermaid kicks to tightly mash around in what feels very much like another stomach, but cooler and stickier than beyond normal. Your rear disappears into the pull with your chest beginning to unpeel from the floor by your efforts...but also hers. By pushing at the ground, you only help her to get contained inside, feeling the spinneret 'bite' over your stomach and pull at your chest, demanding it to pop free from the webs keeping you secured down. It wasn't as though you couldn't push off from the very bindings keeping you in place though.

In another feeble attempt, you plant both of your hands to the hungry red bulb, feeling more than half of your body now submerged in this peculiar tomb, and halt yourself from progressing any further to it. Your elbows bend out and your muscles flex, eager to drag yourself out of the this damn thing and-

"Futile!" Valentina hisses in her twisted smile, finally using her hands now. A sudden clasp at your wrists draw them in together what's left of your left and right. In a sudden pull, your extremities are all ingested, forcing your arms to feed down along your sides and your neck to sink just out of the spinneret. Nervous breaths heave out of your mouth, leaving your ears and aura-sensors to flop uselessly about in your panicked glancs. Surely there must be some escape out of this situation. Perhaps something you can bite onto, or maybe one of the three men she has bound will wake up at any moment, or...

...Or maybe you're screwed at long last. Try as you might, she's won this encounter, and it was only a matter of time someone or something finally got you.

Your cheeks squish awkwardly at your face, feeling your lips purse in the pressure of the silk gland closing tighter over your head, all as its swallowed inside. Your muzzle is left sticking out from her backside abdomen, wincing in place with nervous breaths out of the black nose...but it's ingested all the same with a juicy squish, and a line of white leaks out from the sphincter. Your body is packed tightly in together, barely having any travel time with how direct the 'stomach' was to ingest you; it leaves your body uncomfortably curled in a cramped but chilly space, one with golden walls around you churning out with white silk milk. The liquid is pooled inside with only your head and bent-up knees sticking out of the surface, viscous in texture with strings of the silky strands draping from the roof your noggin squishes harshly up against. You sputter a wet pant out of your mouth, lacking much air in such an organ. You bring your hands up to resist the golden walls as best you can, but the white slop just glues them to the already wet surface, leaving you trapped in place as the chamber clenches around you, secreting the silky fluid around.

Valentina breathes all the air she wants in the freedoms of the outside world she's earned, finding her chest to have greater lift when huffing to cool her excitement. She's done it, that dog is captured, just as she wanted; no, just as she expected. She is the Golden Hive's trapsmith, and because of her, the Queen surely relies on her dealing with any problem within or outside of their home together. "O-Oh yes..." Valentina huffs to herself as clawed hands hug at her own arms, squeezing them in against at her bust when leaning forward on one hind, curving her back and feeling the heat building in her heart and mind. "That rabid Lucario will never lay a finger on you your Majesty, no filthy mammal ever will, I'll make certain of it, h-hah~"

Her thighs quiver in excitement, knowing she may be rewarded for her valiant efforts today, but also in feeling such a strong prize is packed away tightly in her spider abdomen. The weight and fruitless struggles from inside of it bob the big red and black bulb about, sloshing in the silk and eliciting...great pleasure for her.

"Hh-hh, ohhh oh yes. Keep writhing, writhe until you're melted into my perfect silk. I will craft, h--haah, the greatest weapon against your kind with your use. No outsider will pose a threat, mnh, to me...or to my dear Vexna~" The Ariados relays to her prey, but you are far too busy trying to just keep your mouth surfaced from the rising pool of silky fluid.

Your teeth demand to bear together in the stress of the pressure, but oxygen is far too precious in this moment, keeping you growling awkward breaths. The milk-like tank sloshes in place, bathing you in the thick sticky muck to impart a great weight to your body. It's an odd sensation, but you feel...soft. Your muscles that once burn with a tightness now cool off in the chillier station, relaxing and sagging more than anything. You see your once-black knees that shake above the pool's surface transition into a grey coloration, paling in comparison to its natural pattern. At first you think it's merely because of how soaked in white you are, but a tightened lift of your hindpaw reveals the extremity snow-white, even after most of the silk spills off from it.

Your tired eyes shrink at the sight. The same was happening to your arms and nose. Bleaching towards white like the rest of the liquid around you, transitioning you to join the rest of it. Sweat beads off your head, but it's just your fur melting into the stuff aiming to claim you. "N-No way..." You heave, attempting to give another full body struggle to shake the tank...but you feel yourself sloshing with the white gunk instead; your body loosened and absorbing into the liquid.

It was hopeless. Eyelids droop over your eyes to blanket most of your whitening vision, finding your mind softening alongside your physicality.

Valentina slams her hands onto a work desk in her shop, biting her tongue at first as she listens to the churning sounds of her bulb when muffledly echoing in her abode. The juicy rumbles and spitting squelches ignite her passion for capturing Pokemon, especially mammalian men. Destroying an ensnared prey, but in a manner like this? She'd have to do so far more often when given the chance. It felt incredible to melt the dog down. The spider feels whatever last vestiges you have to offer when getting the abdomen to bob in place, but it was more-so now out of the natural flexes of it molding you into a fine milkshake of pure silk.

Wwbbbll, bbllbm, rrggglbbllm, ggrrgggl...

The Ariados claws into the table, humping at nothing when finding her pelvis to shake with a great heat, bucking the air as her abdomen bounces. "Nh-Nhgh, yes! Yes! All mine! Every fiber...you'll be worth something, you dog~!"

You cannot refute her, as darkness clouds your consciousness when dissipating away into an infinite white flood. The amount of silky milk your body adds swells her bulb out, heavy in its rotundness that it overfills too much. The liquid onc drooled out of her spinneret, but to make space, the fluid now begins to gush out of her. Tight squirts send thin but numerous ropes of spider silk out, dripping wet and taking longer to dry as proper strings. Valentina gasps, having close to an orgasm to feel your **** her to squirt wildly. The bulb shakes, spitting cannon shots of the white fluid about on the floor you once stood and on her own work-in-progresses atop the tables behind her.

She cannot be upset with the messy work with such a generous reward that you've given her.

"OoouaaaAAH~! Fuck~!" Valentina slams a fist onto the table, milking you of your worth ever literally when gushing. Her legs shake as the extra contents finally spill from her spinneret, leaving the gland throbbing in place as a curtain of slimy ropes spill from it, pooling a small melted mess on the floor under her. Sweat trickles from her horned head with heat sizzling off her face and loins; never has she felt so close from such a silken meal. Maybe the Lucario had some credibility to him...for a stupid man. "Y-Your strength...will be my strength...~" Her voice shakes in the excitement, looking over her shoulder to see how larger her spider abdomen was, leaking and drooling still from plenty of new silk to string out for the next month.

She'd have to get straight to work immediately...~

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"...And that is all you have to report?" A male and interrogating voice demands out of Valentina, though the spider almost ignored his prompt entirely. There is far too much work to be done; too much important work. Her fingers strain a tightness greater than she's felt before, as if she had a divine muse help guide her craftsmanship to an unprecedented level. She was inspired. She was motivated. She was incredible. The blessing of her queen when she notified her Majesty granted her confidence that prior day; Queen Vexna would be hers one day.

The mere thought sent a shuddering breath out of her mouth, prompting her questioner to twitch an antenna.

"...Repeat that, Valentina-?" Razz alerts her when leaning in and uncrossing his arms to touch her shoulder, but her knuckles immediately swat his palm before it could presume to connect.

Her violet eyes burn a harsh glare when staring at the pathetic Marshal. "That's Grand Trapsmith to you, peon. And if I wanted to add something to my report, I would say as much." She reinforces her special new title to the Beedrill as a sticking point. She is above him now. She's unique in her Queen's eyes. A pillar for him to yearn up at, not to look down on and command her. "...So unless you wish to repeat any useless questions about the Lucario convict that you allowed to escape, leave this place so that I can focus on my work. Surely there is something else you can fumble for me to fix."

Valentina engraves her words strongly to the air to get it through to Razz. She sees him as a failure on the Queen's part, but any mistake he makes, she'll rectify.

Razz simply glares back in his own ruby gaze, hiding his reaction well enough, but ultimately gives to the spider. "...Very well. It's of my own curiosity how you managed to handle the Lucario alone, but I will take your word for it. I shall notify you when-"

"Something is important, yes, to which you're interrupting something of grave importance." Valentina remarks, returning her eyes to her worktable.

An annoyed buzz of Razz's wings flitter, yet he swallows his pride and simply ventures out without another word. His face is allowed to show a disappointed vexation to the Lucario known as Lace; despite his warnings of Valentina, the dog was apprehended all the same and ingested. The Marshal's exit allows the Ariados to leer over the thick handle of her new reach, her new defense of her Majesty. A whip stronger than the last, pearlescent with a faint light blue sheen in the light of her precious workshop; a place that will help craft her a new whip longer and vicer, immune to the burns one can try to inflict.

To think...all of the Pokemon she can now capture thanks to that mutt. He would've toiled away and feed some Infected out in the wild, but here, churning in her silken abdomen...he could be mere stepping stone on her path to earning Queen Vexna's love.

Truly that is the greatest honor a mere mammal can make.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World...