Well... there's always the spiders

Dana doesn't seem too happy with her new modification. You're pretty sure she won't want to be your guinea pig, no matter how much fun it would be. You could do it without her consent, but you find the thought repulsive. Dana might not exactly be your friend or lover, but she's definitely more to you that just some sex toy. You'd set yourself on fire before you did something that might harm her. Of course, Blix might be willing to be experimented on. He practically worships you. Who knows? He may even have some friends who are also willing.

However, how to obtain samples? The idea of procuring them directly in front of the spiders is not attractive. There is no way you are going to jack off onto a bunch of spiders. Uh-uh. The preferred method would be to do it with Dana's help, but you not exactly in her good graces right now. Still, if you phrase it the right way she might be willing.

You turn to Dana. She's sitting on the ground, facing away from you, her arms wrapped around her knees. Hey Dana? you call softly. "What?" she asks, still sounding upset. You walk over to her. I don't think I can reverse the effects of my Sacred Seed but, I may be able to find out more about it. She turns to look up at you. Oh shit. She's been crying. You sit down beside her and put an arm across her shoulders, drawing her closer to you. What's the matter? you ask, with genuine concern, Did the changes do something else? Dana shakes her head and wipes her tears. "I was a Priestess of Amara, you know, and they're all supposed to be pure and perfect. You've got to make sure everything is exactly right or everyone mocks you and ridicules of you." Understanding strikes you. No wonder Dana was so upset about turning green, if she'd always had to worry about her appearance. Dana continues speaking, "I guess I always dressed too provocatively or something. The other priestesses would call me a whore and a slut, and whenever I joined a party the guys would leer at me and say rude things." You feel anger stir, Did you dress any differently from the other priestesses? you ask. "I mean sometimes, but I just wanted to feel pretty, you know?" her tears start to flow again and she closes her eyes as if to hold them back.

You feel your anger grow. She wasn't even able to have sex, but that didn't stop people for slut-shaming her because she wanted to look pretty and wear nice clothes. It was despicable. Dana starts to cry in earnest again, but she keeps talking, "Ever, hic, ever since you, hic, took me c-captive, I've, hic, f-felt so much, hic, b-b-b-better. You don't judge me, hic, or c-c-call me names, hic, or a-a-anything." Damm, there is something seriously wrong if your treatment of her qualifies as better than usual. This girl has been seriously emotionally abused. "I mean, hic, I know you're a-a-a monster, and, hic, I'm s-supposed to hate y-y-you, hic, but, I c-can't." Dana stars sobbing uncontrollably.

You slightly nonplussed by this new development. You don't exactly have a lot experience comforting crying girls, or really anyone for that matter. However, you will be dammed if you push Dana away right now. You wrap your arms fully around her and draw her closer, just letting her cry.

Eventually, Dana's tears slow, but she doesn't move, staying in your arms. It doesn't matter to me what color you are or what you wear or don't wear. You will always be beautiful," you say, caressing her upturned face with a curled finger. If you feel happy here, you don't ever have to leave if you don't want to. "Really?" Dana asks hopefully. Really, you respond, you voice firm, I will die before I let anyone take you away from me. "Th-thank you," Dana looks like she might start to cry again.

She soon gets herself back under control though, and turns back to you. "What did you want to talk to me about?" she asks. Ah, well, you're not exactly sure now is the time to bring your suggestion up, but you don't get if you don't ask. I, uh, want to run some experiments with my Sacred Seed using the spiders as lab rats. "Okay, what do you need me for?" she asks, looking up at you confused. Well, I was, uh, wondering if, perhaps, you might, ah, help me with obtaining some, uh, samples. You see understanding slowly dawn in her eyes and she smiles shyly. She turn and faces you on her knees, bringing her face inches away from you own "You mean," eyes bright with mischief, she reaches a hand down to your groin, "like this?" She starts slowly stroking your member. "_Yep, exactly like that,_" you say with a moan. Her smile grows wider and she kisses you where your mouth would be if you had one. "I think I may be able to help," she says and presses her body against you. Not for the first time you curse the lack of sensitivity in your bark. You would love to feel her warm, supple flesh rub against yours. The speed of Dana's strokes picks up, and you feel yourself grow closer to orgasm. Hastily, you form a water-tight container of vines to catch your "sample." With a cry, you feel your cock begin to jerk, and pleasure washes over you. Once you done, you make sure to seal the vessel. Dana just looks at you. "Do you need more?" she asks innocently. You simply nod. "Oh, good."