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The drider appeared at the door not long after Aliara began to make noise. She must have been waiting nearby, thought Teysa. She knew the eggs were ready to hatch. Their captor hurried over to the half-elf, expertly slicing through her restraints and cradling the moaning woman in her arms. The drider set Aliara down on the cave floor a few meters from Teysa, close enough that she could watch the whole process.

The time in the cave had taken its toll. Aliara had always been petite. Her enormous stomach, stuffed full of eggs, looked nothing short of grotesque on her tiny frame. Her copper hair hang loose and lank around her drawn, hollow cheeks. Her olive skin was grimy with cave-dirt, and her eyes rolled blindly in their sockets like scattered marbles. Her thin lips quavered, the darting pink tip of her tongue probing through them like a snake tasting the air. She moaned feebly as the drider fussed around her.

From this distance, Teysa could see movement in Aliara's swollen belly. The half-elf's eyes were unfocused, staring at nothing, but her hands ran all over her distended stomach-- and beneath them, faint tremors shook the expanse of pale flesh. The drider pinned Aliara's arms to the floor and expertly spun manacles of webbing to keep them there, then spread her legs and did the same to her ankles. Spread-eagled on the cave floor, Aliara moaned and struggled, but the drider made no move to gag her. Was that mercy, or a calculated effort to demoralize Teysa? She couldn't be sure. The half-elf's eyes rolled wildly in their sockets, but their glazed look told the paladin that her friend was, indeed, blind. She had seen such injuries before; with time and magical assistance, they could be healed, but neither was likely available to Aliara in this wretched cave.

A spasm wracked Aliara and she howled, mixing pain and fright. Teysa expected to drider to leave her webbed to the floor, but she remained, crouched over Aliara and studying her intently. One hand stroked the half-elf's cheek while the other rested gently on her throbbing belly. Aliara screamed again and arched her back, lifting a few inches off the ground. The drider reached out and clasped one of her hands. Her own hands, with their hooked claws, dwarfed her prisoner's, but the grip looked almost tender. Teysa could hear more of the sibilant language, but the drider was speaking quietly. This was clearly meant for Aliara and not her. Teysa wondered if the half-elf could identify that language. She'd never suggested that she could, and Teysa had never asked about her time as a prisoner of the drow, but maybe...

Whether she understood it or not, the drider's presence seemed to have a calming effect on Aliara. She stopped howling and relaxed against the floor, though her low moaning continued and Teysa could see beads of sweat collecting on her pale skin. Aliara breathed deeply, and with a start Teysa saw movement between Aliara's thighs.

Muscles tensed and flexed beneath the half-elf's skin. She was pushing, or flexing, or something. A rivulet of pale green fluid leaked out from her pussy lips, collecting on the floor. As she panted and exerted herself, the flow increased, and Aliara screamed again-- but it wasn't a scream of terror this time, nor of pure agony. It was clearly effort. Something was coming out of her pussy. First one leg, thin, about the size of Teysa's index finger. It probed and quested around before finding purchase on Aliara's inner thigh. Another leg followed it out, followed by another. Each one felt around until it could get a grip on Aliara's thigh, then all together they pushed. Teysa could see her pussy straining and winced in sympathetic pain. Aliara's nether lips widened, parting to reveal a small, dark shape. She shrieked and with a single movement, the spider tumbled out.

It was about four inches across at the widest point, with a bulbous abdomen and tiny thorax and head. Its abdomen had a mottled green and black pattern on it, like a tortoiseshell. It took a few wobbling, unsteady steps, collapsed against Aliara's foot, then picked itself back up. It skittered across its mother's body, seemingly unwilling to stray far, running up across her heaving belly and finally coming to rest against her pendulous breasts. Teysa noticed with surprise that thin rivulets of fluid were leaking from Aliara's nipples. It looked like the same ambrosia the drider had been feeding them from her breasts. Whatever it was, the newborn spiderling homed in on it. It latched onto Aliara's breast and settled there with its legs clutching its mother.

Teysa gasped in revulsion, but Aliara seemed not to notice. While Teysa had been watching the newborn, her companion had pushed out two more that even now tottered across the floor, testing their new legs. One had the same green and black pattern of its sibling, the other a mixed green and blue. Tears streaked Aliara's cheeks as she let out a guttural moan, but each new spider seemed to come easier than the last, and by the eighth or ninth she was just grunting with exertion.

Teysa watched the whole process fascinated. She was dimly aware that this fate would befall her in a matter of hours or days, but she studied it with a detached scientific curiosity. Her own stomach churned as if her eggs sensed what was happening outside, but she paid it no mind.

The whole ordeal lasted about an hour, Teysa figured. All in all eighteen new spiders were born, in a variety of patterns. Finally, a gush of the greenish fluid signaled the end of the process, mixed with a few fragments of gooey egg. Aliara's belly was flat once more though her pussy looked more battered and abused than ever. Her breasts, too, had not shrunk, and looked even more disproportionate with her stomach its normal size once more. The drider had not been idle this whole time; she had been spinning a complex silk construction, which she shook loose and draped over Aliara. It was a kind of silk poncho, with two holes through which Aliara's breasts could protrude, and numerous pockets and crevices. The drider reverentially scooped up the spiderlings and laid each one down in a separate pocket, then picked up the exhausted half-elf. Li looked exhausted and drained, but incredibly, she was smiling. "Teysa..." she moaned faintly. "Tey, I did it. I did it. I can't see them, Tey. Are they beautiful? Are they beautiful?" She was rambling, and before Teysa had a chance to frame a response the drider took to her feet and hurried out of the cave, cradling Aliara in her arms. Teysa was alone again.

The enormity of what had just happened hit her-- that, and all it implied for her own fate. At least one nagging worry had been relieved, though. Birthing the spiders wasn't fatal. Teysa had heard of species that ate their way out of their hosts, and was glad to be spared such a miserable fate. She shivered, but she didn't have long to wait.

She felt a burning sensation inside, a sharp pain in her stomach. It felt like something biting her inside, eating her up. Even knowing that was not the case she had to fight down the urge to panic. A sudden spasm of pain shot through her, and Teysa screamed. Her time had come.