To catch a Spider

The door opened.

"Oh, hello Morgan," I relaxed at Taylor's smiling face. She looked me up and down, "I have to say I admire your resilience, most men in your position would be–" Okay! That's enough. On with the mind control.

Without verbalizing this time, Taylor and I marched in and she sat down with me standing over her, a mirror to last week.

Other than the slight panic in her eyes Taylor sat calmly, back ramrod straight like a soldier. I pushed back both guilt and arousal before I began.

"First, I'm a transwoman, always have been," I dispelled my glamour and struck a pose, smile wide. Taylor shook at my appearance, but didn't otherwise react. Right, she's frozen, duh.

I pointed at her accusingly with a talon, her eyes followed the sharp tip warily. "You tried to kill me last week, I want to know why. Then you'll tell me everything you can about magic. We'll move on from there." She glared at me, eyes blazing with defiance from her otherwise calm face. I mean that literally, her gray-green eyes glowed with a subtle light. Hmm, I should do this quickly then.

Her mouth opened at my silent order. "Whenever someone is tainted by an Artifact, they are driven mad within days, spreading the taint further and attracting attention from forces far beyond human reckoning." Ah fuck. "My great-great-grandfather and his brothers found several Artifacts, a sword, a chalice, and a collar. The sword was simple, it was supernaturally sharp and glowed in the presence of magic." She bared her teeth, "It could also destroy other Artifacts. The chalice merely never ran out of whatever the drinker wished." Her voice became hoarse from speaking so long.

I brought her water, she didn't thank me.

She continued telling the story, "Then there was the collar. Anyone wearing it became the third brother's ****, he warped their minds and bodies to his liking, and when he took it off, the effects remained." I see where this is going.

It was the classic tale of brotherly betrayal. The youngest brother spent weeks gathering a harem before trying to enslave his brothers and claim their Artifacts. Only for the eldest to slay him and destroy the collar. Tragically of course, leaving the surviving harem with the eldest and the middle brother dying of his wounds.

I'm sure it happened exactly like that.

Taylor went on, recounting the tale of how her ancestor nobly took in the former slaves and headed west to escape any persecution. Then had over a dozen children he taught to watch out for Artifacts. Leading to a century of heroically gathering power and protecting the innocent from dangerous Artifacts. I was surprised to learn that the Weavers owned half the town, including my apartment building.

They drove off or destroyed any other magical organizations. Leaving them with few neighbors and fewer allies. Taylor only knew of two other groups on the continent, another clan they fought with on the east coast. And a mysterious order down in Mexico.

But, this information was obviously almost twenty years old. Yayyy.

The weaver clan grew in wealth and power. They had a small armory of Artifacts and a library full of knowledge. A clan with over a hundred members all taught to fight and several dozen equiped with their own Artifacts.

Maybe once or twice a generation a child would be born with a magical ability they called a Talent. Minor telepathy or telekinesis. Speaking with animals. Aura Sight.

Hmm... That could be useful.

Only for betrayal to once again strike. When she was a child, a cousin returned alone from an expedition with another sword. It granted the one wielding it greater and greater power with every family member they killed. What happened next was obvious.

The ancestral sword once again shattered another Artifact, but the family was left devastated, only Taylor and an elderly aunt remained.

I was disappointed to learn that Taylor didn't know much about magic at all, her training was never finished and her family's library was either overblown or sealed. Taylor looked for but never found any keys or secret rooms. But her family lived or worked in dozens of locations in and out of town, so she might have simply missed it.

I honestly felt like an asshole watching Taylor cry quietly as she finished. She'd been alone since she was a teenager. I stood up and turned away.

"I'm sorry. You'll forget I was ever here. I won't bother you again." Taylor stared at me in shock.

"Don't you dare walk away from me!" She spat, "I'm going to kill you for what you've done to Morgan! I won't let you hurt anyone else, you'll have to kill me to stop me." She struggled against her invisible chains fruitlessly, Rage blazing around her.

Fine. I gave her a chance to resolve this peacefully. I had an idea on what to do with her.

I could always use a tailor in my harem.

She continued to hurl vitriol as I approached, when I placed a hand on her cheek she tried to bite me.

"Are you going to turn me into another mindless ****?" Her eyes were wild with desperation, "Do it! We'll all burn when they find you!" She didn't really know who 'They' were, just that when someone with magic went too far, everything burned. I had some suspicions.

(I just wanted to be a cute succubus with a harem of monstergirls and maybe a few buff guys to bounce on. Was that too much to ask for? 'Spreading my magic and giving everyone in the world their ideal body while I ruled as a benevolent goddess'? What!? I never said that. You must be crazy.)

I pushed thoughts of ancient, hidden gods ruling the world from the shadows to the side.

I straddled Taylor's lap and kissed her. "Don't worry, you won't be alone anymore."I said directly into her mind. She slumped in defeat, then into a deep sleep.

I started with her memories.

First, last week when I broke her protective spider pendant, instead of raising her sword again, she collapsed and slipped into a coma. Then I went all the way back to her childhood when the necklace was given to her.

I inserted a memory of being attacked by a spider monster, waking up in her family's clinic, and promising to never take off the necklace under any circumstances.

I gasped when the Ring burned me worse than it had since I shrunk myself down. I was confused before I remembered that I could change the past of women, not just the present. My head hurt at the implications, I need to be careful not to do that, luckily it was a relatively minor change.

I started on the dreams she had in her coma. She floated in a black void, wrapped in a cocoon pinned to a massive web. She struggled and fought, only to draw the spider to her. It injected its venom into her, only to melt into the cocoon. Dream-Taylor writhed in ecstasy as foreign sensations assaulted her mind, her body and mind warping. Being subsumed.

She was on the edge of surrender when cerulean fire swept though the void, burning away the web. Before Dream-Taylor could do more than feel the heat, a dark blue hand tipped with dull talons pulled her towards the light. Into the embrace of a small, cute figure with a tail and horns.

Whew, scene set, script finished. Time for makeup and costumes.

With a snap of my fingers, her clothes vanished. I examined my new subject, she was lithe and fit, covered in small scars and calluses. With minimal body hair she seemed to keep trimmed for convenience than for show.

I levitated her to her bed, still marveling at the simple use of magic.

I gave her a 'basic' tune up and beautification, her skin cleared up and hair vanished. Muscle tightened and old injuries healed. I even fixed her eyes.

I cracked my knuckles in preparation.

Taylor's pale skin became an ashen gray, slightly darker than my own, her hair was even silkier than before. I buffed up her arms and torso slightly, leaving her with muscular but feminine arms and the faint impression of abs. Her nearly flat breasts plumped up to a respectable B-cup.

Her lips were painted a deep violet, her nipples, pussy and asshole followed suit. Behind her closed eyelids, her irises turned green and her sclera silver.

I moved on to her lower torso and legs. Everything from just below her navel shimmered and warped into the thorax and abdomen of a spider, though one with only six legs. Her chitin was a glossy black with violet accents. Her pussy and the rest of her groin was left untouched between the front legs of a spider, which vaguely resembled a woman's hips and upper thighs before tapering into vicious claws.

Her new abdomen was relatively small, only really holding the fuel for her spinnerets. When standing normally Taylor would be about six feet tall and maybe four or five wide without pulling her legs in, though she should be able to stretch to over eight feet tall or hunch down to half that without breaking stride. She could squeeze though doors and most buildings with some trouble, but I had a solution in mind.

Hmm, something was missing... Ah! Similar to my own arms, Taylor gained glossy black opera gloves plated with chitin and tipped with dull talons she could extend into acceptable weapons. I looked her over once again, almost drooling over the gorgeous creature I had made Taylor into.

My Arachne.

Time to wake her up.