A while ago, before the evolution, and before the extermination quest, a certain spider was going around asking people certain things. This was no one else but the cute (hehe, the Spider King did call her that) Spider Navigator going on her BodyPart shopping Quest.
She scuttled down the corridor, her six legs carrying her with youthful grace, though her small body barely contained the excitement. She had begun her journey of interviews, seeking the perfect pieces to shape her evolution. The first stop? The Mer Princess.
Spider Navigator paused at the large, aquarium-like tank that housed the Mer Princess. The water shimmered, light dancing across its surface, and within, the Mer Princess herself was washing a mountain of dishes, her sapphire scales catching the light with dazzling brilliance, showering the dishes in an otherworldly glow. Each movement was practised, almost playful, as though she was aware of just how captivating she looked.
With a swish of her tail, the Mer Princess turned, catching sight of the Spider Navigator hovering near the edge of her tank.
"Oh, my spider friend," she spoke out from the depth. "What brings you here? Come to give a hand, perhaps?"
The Spider Navigator shuffled nervously, her claw tapping against the glass of the tank. “I… I came to ask you something... Something personal.”
The Mer Princess’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Personal, is it? How intriguing! Ask away, my little friend.”
The spider hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, “What… what part of you do you think the Spider King likes the most?”
The Mer Princess blinked once, then twice, before she swam forward, her long hair trailing behind her. She leaned in close, her scales glinting in perfect sapphire blue.
“Oh, my little friend,” she said, a wide smile across her face. “Why, it’s my scales, of course.”
The Spider Navigator tilted her head, mandibles twitching. “Your scales?”
“Mmm, yes,” the Mer Princess sang, flicking her tail in demonstration. “They shimmer, they shine… and the Spider King has always had an eye for shiny things, hasn’t he?” She paused, her gaze narrowing playfully. “Or have you never noticed how he watches me when I swim? I always put a show for him, haha.”
The Spider Navigator’s spidery leg tapped in rapid succession, considering. She had seen the Spider King’s gaze linger on the Mer Princess before, yes. But… was it truly just the scales?
“He even wears my special scale around his neck,” the Mer Princess continued, her voice a little more serious now, though no less smug. “Always close to his heart. A keepsake, a reminder of how much he values me.”
The spider’s mandibles clicked softly in thought. A scale, worn so close? She had noticed it before. Perhaps, it was something more than just admiration... The Mer Princess flicked her tail again, causing blue light to ripple through the water and the dishes inside. It was a rather magical sight.
“See?” she said with a sly grin. “Shininess is something he loves. If you’re trying to catch his eye, my little friend, you’ll want to glitter. Dazzle him. Charm him. Like I do.”
The Spider Navigator’s eyes took in the fairytale-like sight. "I want to be shiny too. But… scales? Are they a must?"
“You don’t need scales, no. Anything would do. Just make sure you shine like a gem. Or at least, in your case, gleam like the morning dew on a web.”
The spider pondered this for a moment, her body swaying slightly. “But… don’t you think he likes something more about you? Something other than shininess?”
The Mer Princess leaned back, considering the question. Her fingers trailed lazily through the water, creating soft ripples as she pondered. “Perhaps,” she mused, a twinkle in her eye. “I hope so… But shininess… shininess is what makes me stand out. And standing out is the first step, wouldn’t you agree?”
The Spider Navigator nodded slowly. Yes, standing out… that was the key. If she was to evolve into something truly captivating, something the Spider King couldn’t resist, she would need to dazzle and bewitch. And if he liked shiny things—like the Mer Princess’s sapphire scales—then shiny she would become.
She looked up at the dazzling mer in appreciation. “Thank you, Mer Princess. I think… I think I understand now.”
The Mer Princess smiled, a sly, knowing smile. “Good. I’m glad to help.”
As the Spider Navigator scurried away, her heart raced. The webish blueprint was starting to come together. She would be shiny, yes—brilliant and dazzling, like the magic of the sapphire scales.
As she turned the corner, a stray thought crossed her mind, bringing a giggle to her mandibles. Would the Spider King really notice shininess alone? Perhaps, but there were many more interviews to come—and many more body parts to discover.
…
The Spider Navigator moved swiftly, her legs ticking across the stone floor as she approached the training grounds. The sound of hooves thudding against the earth echoed around her, accompanied by the sharp clanging of metal. It was here that the Centauri Champion, with her noble stance and impressive stature, honed her techniques. A figure of strength and pride.
The spider hesitated at the edge of the field. The Centauri Champion was an intimidating mare, her polished armour accentuating the lethal set of weapons she displayed so proudly—all part of her dangerous allure.
The Centauri’s eyes flicked down to the small figure scurrying toward her, and she paused, a slight smile forming at the corner of her lips.
“Well, well, little navigator. Have you come to observe my power? Or are you here to challenge me?” Her voice was deep and authoritative.
The Spider Navigator, undeterred by the Centauri’s towering presence, waved a spidery greeting. “I’ve come to ask you a question… Something of a personal nature.”
The Centauri Champion arched an eyebrow, her interest piqued. “A question? I don’t often get visitors asking for anything other than training lessons.” She planted the butt of her lance into the ground and leaned on it, pointing the deadly weapons at the little navigator, exuding confidence.
“I wanted to ask,” the spider began, her chirp low but determined, “what part of you do you think the Spider King likes the most?”
“What part of me?” She straightened, eyes full with pride. “That’s an easy answer.”
“Yes?”
“It’s this, my weapons.” She gestured towards her lethal set, the unmistakable curve of her armour accentuating the magnificent shape beneath. Her armour, though protective, seemed to serve a dual purpose—both shielding and drawing attention to what lay beneath. “The King knows strength when he sees it. He knows power. He’s always admired what I bring to the battlefield.”
The spider’s legs shuffled as she watched the Champion with awe. “But… ahem… weapons? Do you think that’s what makes you attractive to him?”
The Champion chuckled, the sound rich and dangerous, her tail flicking behind her. “Of course! Beauty, little navigator, is not just about softness or fragility. It’s about danger too. Power has a certain allure. The King knows that. He’s always been drawn to the thrill of danger, the challenge of facing someone who could end him with a single strike.”
She straightened, her chest rising with pride, the curves of her armour shifting with every breath. There was no mistaking the intent behind her words. The Spider King’s gaze didn’t linger out of admiration alone, but out of awe for the raw power she carried within every line of her body.
The Spider Navigator’s mandibles clicked thoughtfully. “So… you mean to say danger is… captivating?”
“More than captivating—it’s irresistible,” the Centauri Champion said with a grin, her eyes sharp and focused. “The Spider King may admire beauty, but it’s the lethal beauty that truly holds his gaze. When I move, when I wield my weapons, I can feel his eyes on me. Not just because I’m strong, but because I’m dangerous. He can’t help but watch.”
The spider looked down at her small, unimposing body, pondering this new perspective. “Do you think that to be truly… captivating, I must be dangerous too?”
The Centauri Champion leaned in closer, her breath warm against the air. “Beauty without power is fleeting. But a lethal charm? That stays with you. It’s unforgettable.” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “A King like ours, he doesn’t just want a beauty to look at. He wants someone who can stand by his side, someone who can enthral and destroy in equal measure. That is why…” Her hands moved to caress her belly for some reason.
The spider blinked, her eyes wide as the realization settled in. She had seen it herself—the King’s glances, the way his gaze lingered on the Champion’s form not just in admiration of her beauty, but in awe of lethality, her capability to strike down any lesser foe. A few could even begin to compare with the deadliness of the Centauri Champion's weapons, and even fewer could challenge her. This was her might.
“Lethal charm…” the spider mused. “I think I understand.”
The Centauri Champion straightened again, spinning her lance effortlessly before resting it against her shoulder. “Good. You’ll find that beauty and might are not so far apart. In fact, when combined, they become something truly deadly.”
A pair of lethal implements… that’s what she needed. A formidable, fearsome edge that would both intimidate and captivate. Beauty and grace, yes, but with a lethal bite. She imagined herself not just as a charming, dainty spider, but as something more—a creature who could enchant and destroy in equal measure. Obliterate all lesser opponents just by her intimidating presence alone.
“Thank you, Centauri Champion,” the spider chirped, giving a thankful nod.
As the Spider Navigator scurried away from the training grounds, her mind buzzed with possibilities. Lethal charm… yes, that was the key. She would not just be a pretty little thing for the Spider King to admire. She would be powerful, captivating, and—if necessary—deadly.
…
The Spider Navigator clung to the side of the Galleon Whale as it glided gracefully over the shifting clouds of the realm. Her claws tapped restlessly against the control panel, her mind racing with thoughts of her next interview. This time, she would speak with the Drow Assistant, not just a drow but actually an evolved drider.
The Spider Navigator’s mandibles clicked nervously. The Drow Assistant was not just another figure in the realm. She was, perhaps, a future rival. Beautifully spiderish, and—if the rumours were true—someone the Spider King held in high regard. It was rumoured that her unique perks were the quality the Spider King most valued. But the Spider Navigator wasn't here to research that, she was on a mission to become the most enticing spider ever!
Finally, deep inside the Oberon Mountain, the Spider Navigator scurried across the corridors of the Drow Archive, hurrying towards the Drow Assistant’s workshop. The chamber was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of parchment, enchanting ink, and polished stone. The drider stood elegantly by her desk, looking up at her tomes, her half-elven face was illuminated by the soft glow of a DarkFlame. Her lower half, a massive spider body, rested gracefully on the stones beneath—elegant and unnervingly alluring.
“Ah, the Navigator Spider,” the Drow Assistant said, her voice smooth as silk. She did not rise from her workstation but acknowledged the spider’s presence with a slight tilt of her head. “What brings you to my study today?”
The Spider Navigator bowed slightly, her eyes flicking over the drider’s magnificent figure. "I’ve come to ask you a question, if I may," she began, her tone respectful but direct.
The drider arched a slender brow, setting her enchanted quill aside. “A question? How curious... What is it that you seek?”
The spider clicked her mandibles nervously, stepping closer. "I’m asking around—what body part of yours do you think the Spider King likes the most?"
"Ah, the King’s preferences, is it?" She leaned back in, her long fingers steepling beneath her chin as her eyes sparkled for a moment. "I would have thought it obvious.”
The Spider Navigator waited, expectant.
"He values my mind most, of course," the drider said smoothly, her voice carrying a note of pride. "My ability to assist him in the intricacies of ruling, managing his busy schedule, keeping his notes in check, and assisting him in otherwise mundane but no less important activities."
The spider sighed internally. "Yes, yes, I know all about that. Intellect is all well and good, but..." She twitched her claw nervously, knowing she had to press the issue. "I’m more interested in... physical attractions. You know, something irresistible."
The Drow Assistant’s smile widened. She straightened her posture, her massive spider form shifting as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Ah, you mean something a bit more… carnal?”
The Spider Navigator’s legs shuffled awkwardly. “Something like that…”
The drider chuckled. “Very well. If you’re asking what the Spider King cannot take his eyes off physically…” She paused for dramatic effect, her spider body shifting ever so slightly, revealing the full expanse of her enormous, perfectly rounded abdomen. It sparkled in the light, polished to a magnificent sheen, and its sheer size was nothing short of awe-inspiring. “The answer is this,” the drider said, striking a predatory pose. “My spidery behind.”
The Spider Navigator took a step back, her many eyes widening as she took in the sight. “Your… behind?”
The drider nodded slowly, a hint of smugness creeping into her expression. “Indeed. The King finds it mesmerizing. Its size, its shape, its undeniable… presence.” She shifted slightly, causing her abdomen to glisten in the light, a perfect display of spiderish allure and charms.
The Spider Navigator found herself without words. She had never considered that the King’s tastes might extend to something so… bold and spiderish. But then again, this was the Spider King—a ruler of spiders, a being who appreciated all things spidery, monstrous or not.
“And,” the drider continued, her voice silky, “it’s not just about size. It’s about balance, proportion. A perfectly shaped behind is more than just large—it commands attention, it exudes authority, and, well, let’s be honest—it’s rather magnificent, isn’t it?”
It made sense. A spidery rear that was both shapely and grand could be the key to true beauty. Something the King couldn’t help but admire, just like this drider’s. She could already imagine herself evolving something similar—a spidery magnificent, round, and utterly captivating backside.
"You see," the Drow Assistant continued, "while the King values intelligence, he is, at the end of the day, a man. And all cultured men appreciate finer things—such as a well-formed rear. It’s simply in their nature," she smiled knowingly.
The Spider Navigator nodded eagerly, her mind racing. “I hadn’t thought of that, but… you’re right. The Spider King would definitely appreciate something like that.”
“Indeed,” the Drow Assistant replied, her smile turning predatory. “If you want to capture the King’s attention, Spider Navigator, you need a behind as big and shapely as mine. Size matters, after all.”
The Spider Navigator bowed low. “Thank you, Drow Assistant. I know what I must do now.”
As the Spider Navigator scuttled out of the workshop, her mind was spinning a new thread. A spidery behind—glorious in size, perfectly shaped, something no other spider could compete with. It was bold, it was daring, and above all, it was spiderly magnificent.
…
The next place was just nearby.
The Spider Navigator skittered across the damp stones of the mountain tunnel, her legs clinking lightly as she approached the entrance to the Myconid Caves. This realm was unlike the others she had visited, bathed in a perpetual mist that saturated the very air, carrying the scent of earth and fungus. Yet, there was something oddly inviting about the place, something tugging at her senses, almost clouding her judgment.
As she entered the sprawling cavern, illuminated by bioluminescent fungi, she marvelled at the otherworldly beauty of the place. Fungi of all shapes and sizes grew deep within, but more importantly, a certain regal figure awaited her.
The Myconid Queen stood at the heart of her court, a vision of fungal nobility. She wore a long, flowing gown made entirely of her own body, the mushroom fibres stretching and curving in elegant folds. Her wide-brimmed hat cast a shadow over her face, but her eyes—yellow and luminous—peered out with ancient wisdom. Her gloved hands rested lightly on her dress, a pose of aristocratic grace. But beneath her dignified exterior, there was something subtly sensual in her appearance—a hint of concealed eroticism that made the Spider Navigator both curious and cautious.
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“Thou art come to mine halls, tiny one,” the Myconid Queen said, her voice rich and slow, infused with the speech of a time long passed. “Speak thy purpose, and let us see what thou seekest.”
The Spider Navigator waved the iconic spidery greeting. “Hello, Queen of Myconids and all fungi alike, I’ve been going around asking the most esteemed creatures of the realm a question. A simple one.”
The Myconid Queen tilted her brimmed hat slightly, her glowing eyes narrowing with intrigue. “Ask, and thou shalt have mine answer.”
The spider paused for a moment, taking in the Queen’s alien but regal visage, then she spoke. “What body part of yours does the Spider King like the most?”
At this, the Myconid Queen let out a puff of spores, a red mist that slightly obfuscated her face. “Ah, thine inquiry art most intriguing, tiny one.” She smoothed the porous folds of her gown as she spoke, her movements slow and deliberate. “Thou asketh of mine most... enticing quality?”
The Spider Navigator nodded eagerly, watching the Myconids Queen’s graceful gestures. “Yes. If it’s not too bold to ask.”
The Myconid Queen smiled. With a gloved hand, she reached downward, lifting and then pointing at an unusual feature hidden under the folds of her gown. “Then behold, mine secret place, a source of great fascination for the Spider King.”
The Spider Navigator blinked in confusion as the Myconid Queen gestured to a damp, oddly shaped organ—a part of her mushroom body that seemed to pulse with life, a small orifice that oozed a faint, misty glow. The spider tilted her head, clearly unsure how to respond. "That? But… Your Fungal Majesty, what would the King find so appealing about, uh... that?"
The Queen puffed another cloud of spores, blue this time. “Thou art mistaken, little one. ‘Tis not the organ itself that captivates the King, but the spores it doth emit. The scent of them—fragrant, alluring—draweth him to me.”
The Spider Navigator furrowed her brows as she tried to comprehend. “So, it’s not the… appearance of it, but its special properties?”
“Indeed,” the Myconid Queen said, her voice softening as if to teach a youngling. “Mine spores carry not only a scent like that of the finest perfumes, but they hold within them a power to cloud the senses. The lesser minds become ensnared, captivated, entranced by the fragrance.” She waved a hand, and a faint mist of pink spores floated into the air, filling the chamber with a delicate, earthy aroma that was both intoxicating and strangely comforting.
The Spider Navigator’s eyes fluttered as she caught the scent, her senses momentarily clouded by its subtle charm. The smell was unlike anything she had experienced before—warm, inviting, and laced with an undertone of mystery.
The Queen continued, her tone taking a cunning note. “The Spider King hath always been drawn to such subtleties. The ForbiddenSauce, the DarkSpores, to name but a few. The way mine spores scent the air, bestowing minds with pleasant illusions and even transforming real things, growing something new or transmuting something else through alchemy… 'tis is the power of transformation that he doth admire.” She paused, her cunning eyes locking with the spider’s. “Thou seeketh answers, so know this—true beauty lies not in what one doth see, but in what one doth feel, smell, and perceive.”
The Spider Navigator pondered on this. She had never considered the power of scent before, but the Myconid Queen’s explanation made sense. A fragrance that could captivate the senses, cloud the mind, and draw attention without even needing to be seen—there was power in that. And as she had already learned, power could certainly be… enticing, in the right context.
“I want similar ability. But,” the spider chirped cautiously, “I’m not sure spores would suit me.”
“Nay,” the Queen agreed with a slow nod. “Spores art mine own gift. But thou art not without thine own weapons of allure, little one. Mayhap thou might evolve something akin—pheromones, mayhap—an invisible touch upon the senses that stirreth desire.”
The Spider Navigator’s eyes lit up at this. Pheromones—yes, that could work! Something subtle, unseen but felt. A scent that could wrap around the Spider King, making him think of her even when she wasn’t near. She could already imagine herself evolving this fragrant weapon of seduction. It wouldn’t look out of place on a spider, either—no damp and porous mushroom orifices needed!
“Thank you, Myconid Queen,” the Spider Navigator chirped with gratitude. “This was the most insightful.”
The Myconid Queen inclined her head, her gloved hands resting delicately in her lap. “Go forth, little one, and craft thine allure. But remember—true beauty doth not always lie in what is seen, but in what is felt.”
As the Spider Navigator scurried away from the Myconid Caves, her heart was light with new inspiration. The scent of the Myconid Queen’s spores lingered in her memory, a reminder of the subtlety and power she could weave into her own evolution.
Yes, she would evolve something that the Spider King couldn’t resist. Something fragrant, enticing, and completely her. Because even the cutest of spiders needed a secret weapon to stand out in a world of strange and wonderful creatures.
…
Today’s destination sent a thrill through the Spider Navigator—a place steeped in whispered legends and mysterious allure: the Gazebo of Johny the Magnificent Slug, the Spider Kingdom’s most enigmatic figure. Twice evolved and eldritch in nature, Johny was more than just a creature of power; she was the very pulse of the kingdom’s deepest desires. Her reputation stretched far beyond the gazebo's delicate borders, and no spider could deny the quiet power she held—not the Spider King himself, nor his Lamia Queen.
There was something about Johny, something unnameable, that no one could resist. And it wasn’t just the coveted jelly she produced—although that alone was reason enough for most to seek her out—it was the essence of her. Her being exuded comfort and danger in equal measure. The Spider Navigator felt her pulse quicken as she neared the gazebo, where the air smelled faintly of sweet Tomgrape Tea.
From her perch, Johny turned her head, a slow, meaningful motion. Her tentacles moved in spirals, beckoning without words. She was already waiting, already knowing.
“You’ve come to ask about him, haven’t you?” The words slithered from Johny’s mouth, her tone gentle yet all-seeing, as though the question had been hanging in the air before the spider even arrived.
The Spider Navigator froze, momentarily caught in the weight of Johny’s gaze. There was no secret hidden from the eldritch slug—no intention, no scheme, no desire that slipped past her. Johny, the kingdom’s spymaster, was more than just a supplier; she was the keeper of all secrets, a silent witness to the kingdom’s most intimate moments. Feeling the futility of evasion, the spider chirped her admission.
“I have,” she said, her voice a quiet chirp. “I seek to understand what the Spider King admires most about you… about your body.”
Johny’s lips curled into a bright smile, knowing and mysterious. The air around her shimmered, a fine cloud of BlueDust swirling as she emerged fully from the gazebo. Her immense, jelly-like form swayed from the motion, her transparent skin catching the faintest glow as if she were made of liquid moonlight. She was mesmerizing—her body an ethereal mass of undulating softness, her tentacles coiling and inviting.
Despite the strange, otherworldly nature of her appearance, there was an undeniable warmth to her presence. A comfort that wrapped itself around the Spider Navigator like a heavy, silken web, coaxing her into ease. Her many legs, tense moments before, began to relax.
Johny's voice resonated, light like a lullaby, yet heavy with unspoken truths. “He admires all of me,” she said, puffing out her chest. “From my tentacles to my slug tail, from my softness to my jelly… He delights in everything I am.”
The Spider Navigator listened intently, watching as Johny’s body undulated gently. The slug’s entire form seemed to shimmer with a kind of quiet confidence, a certainty in her own magnificence.
“What part… specifically?” the spider asked, her spidery eyes focused on Johny’s swaying form. “There must be something he appreciates more, something he’s drawn to.”
Johny’s tentacles writhed as if excited. ”Oh, curious hatchling,” she replied, her eyes full of happy memories, “the King’s hands have travelled every inch of me, from my tentacles that reach where no hands can, to my tail that curls beneath him like a seat.” Her hands and tentacles rose as she spoke, their tips brushing the air with a languid grace. “But if you ask what he loves the most, it is the softness, the jiggle, the way my body responds to his touch.”
The spider’s mind spun, imagining the Spider King’s hands tracing the smooth, pliant surface of Johny’s body. She had always known the King had a certain fondness for hugs and close interactions, but the way Johny spoke of it, the way her body moved, was something beyond simple attraction. It was a deep, primal connection—something the Spider Navigator longed to understand, and perhaps to replicate.
“Your softness…” the spider murmured, her chirp tinged with awe. “Is that what draws him to you? The way your body feels?”
Johny’s tentacles curled inward as if caressing an invisible form. ”Yes”, she said, her voice softer now, more intimate. “There is a joy in being touched, in being held, in knowing that your very presence is a comfort. My softness is my prowess, the way my body yields to his hands, the way I am always welcoming, always... friendly to his touch. But only his and no one else's.”
The Spider Navigator willed a web of an image to form in her mind, there the Spider King’s hands lingered on Johny’s body, enjoying her friendly softness and that jiggly sensation. It wasn’t just bouncy allure—it was an invitation, a promise of warmth, of comfort that could be found nowhere else.
“And your tentacles,” the spider ventured, “do they… serve a similar purpose?”
A slow smile spread across Johny’s face, though her eyes remained fixed on the spider. “They do more than serve. They explore, they reach, they caress. They find places where to go, offer touches that surprise and soothe. The Spider King… enjoys their curiosity.” One tentacle reached out, curling gently around the Spider Navigator’s leg, its touch both firm and yielding. “They bring him closer, draw him in, make him feel... cherished.”
The spider shuddered slightly at the touch, not out of fear, but from the realization that there was a depth of intimacy here that she had not fully understood. It wasn’t about danger or dominance—it was about closeness, about offering something that could only be felt in the most vulnerable moments. Johny’s body, with its softness and jiggle, was the proof of that.
“And the jelly-like jiggling?” the spider asked, her voice a curious whisper. “Is that what he likes too?”
Johny giggled, her entire body trembling in the motion. “Oh, yes,” she said, her words sweet. ”He loves how I move, how my body sways and undulates at the touch of his fingers. It makes him smile, makes him want to touch more, to hold more, to embrace more. It is a reminder of my Magnificence, of the comfort I offer with every jiggle and sway.
The Spider Navigator paused, taking in everything Johny had said. The King’s affection for this slug wasn’t just about a specific body part—it was about the entirety of her being. Her softness, her pliancy, her willingness to be touched and held—all of it created an irresistible allure. And that allure was something the spider needed to incorporate into her own evolution.
“I understand now,” the spider said quietly. “You are... admirable. And your connection with him is on another level entirely.”
“Yes”, Johny replied, her voice wrapping around the spider’s thoughts. “He craves the comfort I provide, yes. That friendly softness that welcomes him without question. The knowledge that I welcome him and him alone.”
The Spider Navigator looked down at her own petite, hard body, feeling a surge of determination. She had come to understand the King’s desires in a way she hadn’t before. It wasn’t just about being lethal, or shiny, or even intellectual. There was a beauty in being soft, in being inviting, in offering comfort in a world of danger.
Without speaking it aloud, the spider made her decision. She would evolve to be soft, to have that same jiggliness, that same welcoming presence that Johny possessed. She wanted the Spider King to touch her, to hold her, to find comfort in her presence, just as he did with Johny.
She left Johny’s Gazebo knowing that her evolution had already begun—silently, subtly, but with purpose.
…
The Spider Navigator skipped through the expansive halls of the Spider Palace, her skips giddy in excitement. Though she had passed through the Throne Room before, its mesmerizing atmosphere never failed to captivate her. There was something intensely spiderish about the place, something ancient and profound. Webs, spun with impeccable craftsmanship, draped the corners like intricate lace, and the room itself seemed alive with the hum of unseen energies. At the far end of the hall, an intricate dome stood like an egg cloaked in mystery, housing the magnificent throne—regal, dark, and undoubtedly spidery. The very air pulsed with something arcane, as though the walls whispered of promises and possibilities, of forgotten magic and hidden desires.
And upon that throne, or rather casually lounging on it, was the last figure she needed to meet.
As the spider approached, the gossamer curtain of webs parted, revealing the Lamia Queen, draped languidly across a divine-looking pillow, her serpentine body coiled beneath her like a bed of polished scales. Her pale skin glowed with a faint luminescence, soft and shimmering, while her half-closed eyes stared vacantly in boredom. She watched the spider’s approach with the calm detachment of a ruler accustomed to being sought after.
"Ah, another petitioner, sss..." The Lamia Queen hissed sounding bored. You have sss-something to announce, don’t you? Sss-something that needs fixing, yes? If so, consult the Spider Advisor. Sss…" She dismissed, biting into a tomgrape she was holding.
The Spider Navigator, undeterred, gave the fitting greeting, bowing her head in deference. "I do have something to ask," she chirped, her voice soft but firm, knowing better than to waste time on pleasantries. "I’ve come to understand what it is about your body that the Spider King finds most irresistible. What is it that binds him to you?"
The Lamia Queen’s boredom evaporated in an instant, her fanged lips curling in a slow, deliberate arc. She shifted slightly, allowing the soft threads of her dress to fall away from her serpentine stomach, her smooth, porcelain-like scales reflecting the light.
"Sss, there was a time," Her red eyes twinkled with mischief as she began, "when I thought it was my lamia charms—my eyes, my skin, my scales, or even my tail he liked the most. After all, he would come to me in the evenings, seeking the embrace of my coils, yearning to be bound in my tail’s hold. I thought it was my natural allure, my beauty that held him."
The Spider Navigator nodded, her eyes tracing the smooth curve of the Lamia’s form. It made sense. The Lamia Queen was breathtaking—her delicate skin and ethereal features the very embodiment of feminine elegance. But her tone suggested something more, something deeper.
The Lamia Queen placed a slender hand upon her stomach, her fingertips brushing over the taut surface as if to make a point. "But I was wrong. What the Spider King, my husband, truly values... is this." Her finger trailed below her midriff.
The spider tilted her head in slight confusion. The Lamia Queen’s stomach? Her flat, smooth lamia belly? Why would the Spider King, with all his desires and power, be fixated on something as simple as that?
The Queen saw the confusion flickering across the Spider Navigator's eyes and chuckled softly. "S-s-s, not the belly itself, sss" she explained, her voice dipping into a more intimate tone. "It is-sss what lies-sss beneath—the ability to give him a child. The ability to bear his legacy. That, more than anything, is what binds him, sss, my dear husband, to me, his beloved wife."
The spider tapped her leg on the woven carpet, processing the meaning of the Lamia Queen’s words. The ability to bear his legacy. Of course, the Lamia Queen had gifted him something truly special, something beyond beauty or seduction. It was the promise of the future, the assured future of the realm in the form of an heir.
The Queen’s hand lingered on her stomach, her red eyes smiling softly as she regarded the spider. "He may never sss-say it aloud, but I have sss-seen it in his eyes, in the way his hands rest upon me here, s-s-s. He desires what I can give him, and there might be another gift. SSS… He trusts in the future I can give him."
The Spider Navigator remained silent for a moment, the realization sinking in. She had come seeking superficial beauty—charm, grace, allure. But the Queen had given her a far deeper truth. The ability to bind, to charm, was not just a matter of physical beauty. It was something greater, something that extended beyond mere appearances. The Lamia Queen’s bond with the Spider King was built on the foundation of legacy, of life.
“I understand,” the spider finally said, her chirp thoughtful. “But your lamia charms—your beauty, your strengths—they cannot be dismissed either, can they?”
The Queen smiled once more, her fangs poking out. “No, spider, sss, they cannot. Charm is woven into everything I do, from the way I sss-speak to the way I sss-slither. It is in my sss-seductive gaze, in my enticing sss-scales, in my sss-serpentine tail. I am a natural charmer, after all, I am the Lamia Queen.” Her crimson gaze lingered on the Spider Navigator, a quiet, seductive power hissing beneath the surface of her words. “But charm, true charm, is not in the seduction alone. It is in the binding, the binding more expert than any tail could have. The ability to wrap another so completely in your presence that they cannot imagine a world without you. To hold them with both body and soul.”
The spider's limbs twitched with a mixture of understanding and admiration. “To bind them,” she echoed quietly. It was almost like a spider’s web, the way the Queen wove her charms around the Spider King, drawing him closer with her every movement, her every look, her every action. She offered her body, giving him something special to only bind him further. The Spider Navigator could feel it now—the subtle pull of the Queen’s enchantment, the invisible threads of charm that wrapped around her own mind.
“But, sss, even beyond that,” the Lamia Queen continued, her hiss soft and dangerous, “there is the promise of what comes next. I might have him now, sss, but it is the ability to give him what he truly desires-sss that binds-sss him to me. I remain more allowing, sss, and more willing than any other wife could be. Yes-sss…”
Yes... Charm, beauty, binding… and legacy. It was a potent combination, one that no other in the realm could replicate so completely. The Queen had mastered it all—both the seductive allure and the deep, almost primal understanding of the Spider King’s desires.
"I understand now, you are as wise as they say," the spider chirped, nodding.
The Lamia Queen’s lips curved in a satisfied smile. "Indeed. But remember... not all bindings are made with coils and threads. Some are made with words, with promises, with loyalty and understanding, with assured mutual success and future. These are familiar bonds of family, and those bindings are the strongest of all."
The Spider Navigator bowed low, the weight of the Queen’s wisdom settling heavily upon her. As she turned to leave the hall, the web in her mind was almost complete. She would evolve—yes, she would become more charming, more enchanting. But she would also learn the art of binding… The familiar ties of family intrigued her.
And though the path to legacy might be more difficult, it was not impossible. There was always a way.
…
The Spider Navigator had ventured far and wide, her small frame weaving through the dark and chaotic corners of the Monster Realm. She had asked the personal, the intimate, the dangerous. And now, her list was complete—a compilation of wisdom, body parts, and power gathered from the realm's finest, each possessing the key to her evolution.
From the Mer Princess, she had learned the allure of shininess. The mer’s sapphire scales had captivated the Spider King, and the Spider Navigator would take that lesson to heart. Her new form would glitter, a dazzling shimmer that would catch the King’s eye, making her impossible to ignore. She would sparkle, bedazzle—become a gem in the King’s gaze, as radiant and irresistible as the finest of jewels.
From the Centauri Champion, she gained the knowledge of strength, of danger. The Champion's lethal weapons, her pride and power, were something the Spider King respected. To be truly captivating, the Spider Navigator knew she must be dangerous, capable of both seduction and destruction. Lethal grace would be woven into her very form, making her not just a vision to behold, but a force to reckon with—something that could hold her King’s admiration through might alone.
From the Drow Assistant, she found an unexpected gift: the allure of a perfectly shapely spider behind. It wasn’t intellect alone that the King admired, though the drider was a master of it. No, it was something simpler, more primal—her magnificent form, her spidery behind that the King could not tear his gaze from. And so, the Navigator would take that too, a perfectly crafted rear, enviable among all spiderkind, round and shapely enough to draw attention with every step she took.
The Myconid Queen offered something far more subtle. From her, the Spider Navigator learned the art of scent—an intoxicating allure that went beyond sight and touch. The Queen’s spores, while potent, were not for a spider. But her essence, her elegance, was more than just visual. She would take that, refining it into pheromones—an invisible power that would draw the Spider King closer, make him feel her presence even in her absence. The air itself would carry her charm.
Johny the Magnificent Slug revealed the charm of friendly softness. The slug’s body was a masterpiece of squishiness, jiggle, and comfort. The Spider King was drawn to it—her softness was magnificent, friendly, and inviting. The Spider Navigator would mirror this, making her form soft to the touch, her movements full of delightful jiggles and bounces, a body that would beg for the King's hands to rest upon it, that would entice him with its gentle sway.
And finally, from the Lamia Queen, she learned the art of binding—not just with charm, but with soul. The Lamia Queen’s ability to entrap, to hold her prey in a delicate bind of seduction, was something the Spider Navigator coveted. She, too, would evolve to bewitch, to ensnare with her gaze, her words, her very presence. She would learn to bind the Spider King not only with her body, but with a future—a promise so rich that he would be unable to refuse it.
Six pieces. Six powers. Each one woven into her form, piece by piece, thread by thread, each one a step closer to the web of perfection. She would become the most enchanting, most captivating spider to ever walk this realm—a spider beyond compare. She would be shiny, lethal, shapely, fragrant, soft, and binding. A spider the Spider King could not resist.