Mgq After Tarantula Girl

Monster Girl Quest: After - Tarantula Girl

Rachura sighed, tapping away at wood of her home's table with a knitting needle made of bone.

Plansect Village was a lively place these days, but not many people seemed interested in her small little garments. There was another doing better at selling stuff, even if they had as much difficulty using their silk as she did for it.

But what was a Tarantula Girl to do in the months after the end of the war? She was busy when the civil war in her little village came to an end thanks to the Hero Luka, trying to rebuild and rekindle broken friendships.

Then the Angel War happened and things got chaotic. Now they were just busy, with Slimes, humans, plant monsters, and insect monsters all living in the same place. Working together, mingling together, slowly forming bonds.

But she didn't know what to do with herself; there was so much manpower now that she wasn't really needed except for the occasional heavy labour.

She wondered if she might have better luck selling decorative cloths, knitted quilts and throws to liven places up. But she'd need better, more colourful silk and thread for that, she couldn't use her own, even when she was trying to make clothes.

After all, it was too sticky and she couldn't just... tone it down. It didn't work like that for them, her kind using their silk to restrain and restrain only, along with their thick, fluffy legs, smothering their human quarry in the array of heavy, hanging breasts that grew from the underside of her spidery lower half.

Maybe she could get work as a cow. Get milked for money. It couldn't have been that embarrassing... but would people even

want

milk from a Tarantula girl? Could she even produce enough for it to be viable?

Was her milk even palatable?

She'd need to get herself pregnant first, before she could even attempt answering any one of those questions... not that she minded that idea. There were a few strapping men about that would surely knock her up. She might have to wring them dry, but she could do it.

Oh, but so many of them were already claimed, by other monsters or their own human mates, and Alra Priestess had said not to go stealing men from their human wives unless you could get them too.

And... well, some monsters like herself had a harder time with that. Men were scared of her. Even if she insisted she wasn't like the others of her kind, and only ever sucked out the body fluids of wild animals and never humans - well, she sucked out

one

particular body fluid from men she caught, but she never killed them! - humans were still a little nervous around her.

She wondered what it was that bothered them the most; the eight thick, fuzzy legs flanking her broad, rotund spider body, the chitinous, angular maw growing from her spider body just below her crotch, and the pedipalps that flanked it, the eight breasts along her spider body's underbelly - not likely, men loved breasts - her size, the midnight colour of her chitin and fur?

Surely it wasn't her upper body, even humans stared at her askance with blushes they attempted to hide. The breasts on her torso weren't as big as those hanging underneath her spider half, but they could still comfortable smother a man and envelop a penis.

The fluff along her shoulders and upper back? No, couldn't be, it made her look kinda fancy. The wild fur that covered her elongated ears, so fluffy it looked like she sported long black tufts either side of her head instead? Definitely not, she thought it was cute. The 'belt' of fur around her waist? No, same deal, it made her look nice, she thought.

The pale skin? Impossible, even humans thought that was a desirable trait, to the point they made powder to put on their faces that left them whiter than she was. And she thought they were scared of ghosts.

The red eyes? Nah, the red was attractive, unusual, though maybe a little intimidating. The human-like ones at least. The two sets of extra compound eyes, half the size but looking like crimson gems set into her brow, might have been unsettling, she conceded that.

Perhaps it was the fangs she had. They couldn't deliver any kind of poison beyond what she used to digest things, but she didn't even use her upper mouth half the time to eat, not like that at least. The human mouth was for treats. Like the tarts this human baker made, using fruit grown locally and flour too, aided by the local plant girls.

He was so popular. But he was also married to a human.

Rachura sighed, putting the bone knitting needle down on the table, as she contemplated her circumstances.

Maybe it was her lack of human vagina. Unlike some monsters with a humanoid upper half and monstrous lower half, where her hips met her spider half, she sported no crotch.

Her spinneret doubled as her genitals. Maybe men thought that was freaky. But they didn't know what it was like. If they did, maybe they wouldn't be so scared.

Or maybe they were worried it'd feel

too

good, and they'd go mad.

She brought a hand to her breasts, giving one a delicate grope. Thinking about men made her a little hot and bothered. She wanted so badly to pounce one. To mate with a human. Didn't matter if she had a baby or not, just having him fill up her spinnerets with warm cum would take all the stress away.

She wouldn't eat him, she was nice. She didn't like eating humans, it meant they sent heroes or soldiers out to kill her. She learned that long ago, but other Tarantula Girls didn't care so much. It wasn't an idea she liked anyways.

Well, fortunately things were different now. Humans and monsters were trying to coexist now.

Maybe she could get a job keeping bad monsters in line! Oh, but she wasn't that strong, she didn't like conflict. It's why she stayed neutral and in hiding for almost ten years when the civil war was going. She didn't want to hurt anyone.

Maybe she should just stick to making accessories. She could knit all sorts of things for the people here.

Maybe even Erubetie would buy something from her!... but what would she make that a slime could wear?

Maybe just a little knitted tapestry for their home.

She sighed out, resting her cheek in her palm, boredom filling her. She really wanted something to do, whether it was working or mating.

Maybe she'd ask Alra Priestess for advice. If they had any work she could do. Though they were terribly busy these days, Rachura didn't want to impose...

Oh, what was she to do... knitting accessories seemed the best idea, she needed to talk to that woman and the other Tarantula Girl for advice. And avoid seeming like competition.

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She plucked the tightly woven threads of the cocoon she'd just woven, the remains of a poor deer - left a shrivelled husk - inside.

What was left would rot and feed the tree she stuck the cocoon to, and scavengers and little bugs.

She kept it up in the canopy, out of sight of travellers so as to not unnerve them. Plansect Village was growing, and though a lot of effort was being made to balance its growth and increasing importance, with nature and the health of the forest, that didn't mean monsters like her could just leave these things around for people to see.

Even if the silk did wonders for containing the smell and the liquefying results of decomposition even after she sucked the carcass mostly dry. It was quite convenient, actually, a good way of dealing with the 'scraps'

If she was

really

hungry, she might've eaten it the 'hard way', chewing it up until there was nothing left but bones.

At the end of the day, a deer was a mighty fine substitute to humans, though a good load of semen would be the perfect follow up.

Alas, she didn't think she was going to get that lucky.

She hummed to herself, strutting through the trees as she returned to the main road leading into Plansect Village, much more defined now, worn into the ground by many trudging feet and the occasional wagon, the result of refugees fleeing the carnage by the angels.

As she walked, she grimaced, seeing the grotesque, sludgy leavings of what used to be an animal, if its visible skull was any indication.

Just left on the side of the road. No doubt the work of one of the Canaan Sisters. Not Raffia... she didn't even leave bones behind.

Rachura went through all that work to make a clean meal of things, and those thugs just left their scraps wherever. She sneered in contempt, but dared not consider complaining to them. The Canaan Sisters were still scary, still nasty, even if they ultimately worked security for the village.

With them around, humans weren't willing to break the law just in case they decided the punishment should be capital.

Nor were many monsters for that matter. They were kept on a leash, but were still dangerous. They didn't believe in coexistence.

She sighed, and continued onwards, deciding to go for a walk and contemplate things; what designs could she make to entice customers? To make them want to buy any accessories and decorations she made? Ideas swirled in her head as she walked, a panicked fox going unnoticed as it crossed her path.

The next thing to be panicked

did

get her notice.

"Yaagh!?"

She froze and recoiled a little, startled herself as she looked down at the source of the yelp.

It was a human, a human man.

She looked almost dumbfounded at first, wondering where he'd come from. He was dressed in blue clothes, shirt and long pants both, with his shoes the only thing that was dark in colour. His belt was a light brown, and his hat was a bright, ashy grey, his backpack made of leather and a more neutral beige.

So he rather stuck out in the woods. As did his blonde hair, his blue eyes shaking with fear.

He must have been in his thirties, a small moustache across his upper lip, his features a little rough... but oddly cute, youthful in a way.

An average build, but he was on the taller side. Not very tall for humans, but only a few inches shy of six feet, so she reckoned.

It was a little hard to tell, she towered over him at seven, and if she

really

stretched her legs, she could maybe even hit eight, though it'd be like walking on tip toes.

Often enough, she was just over six. Tarantula Girls preferred a more squat stance, but that still put her taller than most people.

The fear on the man's face was palpable, but after he realised she wasn't about to hurt him, he seemed to calm down. Though not entirely, he still seemed nervous.

"Uh... sorry," he apologised, sounding a little embarrassed. It was cute. He was cute, even scared. "Are you... from Plansect Village?"

"I live there, yes," she answered with a nod. "Are you trying to find your way there?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," he began, dusting himself off. He picked up something off the ground. A small journal. It appeared to have a map of the area, though it looked a little old. "I think I got a little lost."

"If you keep following this road, you'll find the village," she told him, pointing down the road.

His eyes followed her hand, but they stole glances at her bare chest. She wasn't one for modesty. If she was modest, then humans wouldn't get distracted, and she liked it when she distracted them.

It certainly made her heart beat a little faster. Here was a man all alone. He didn't have any particular smell from another human on him, he was unclaimed. Nobody's mate.

She almost licked her lips in lusting hunger, but she reminded herself that she needed to be a good role model, and not pounce on humans when they were busy. Other times were fine, as long as they were unharmed.

"Well... I'm not familiar with these woods... I, uh, don't suppose it would be a burden to ask for an escort?" he ventured. He still sounded afraid, wary of Rachura. But he was making an effort to converse and not run away from her. It was a nice change of pace.

"I think I can do that, yes," she assured, turning around and beckoning him to follow.

"Ah!" he yelped, Rachura realising she almost smacked him down with her large, rotund spider abdomen.

Her monstrous lower maw clacked its chitinous jaws, a display of slight embarrassment for Rachura. She really did need to remember how big she was.

She could weave through the forest easily enough without bumping into things, but around people she was a hazard. At least she was soft, her fur luxuriously plush.

Really, she'd be the perfect mate, she was sure her cuddles would be the best in the world; soft bosoms and thick, velvety fur.

She was getting distracted again, turning around and offering an apologetic look to the human.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to bump you," she told him.

"It's... okay," he answered diplomatically. She thought about doing something to ease his fear, but figured just helping him get to the village was good enough.

"Follow me," she said, and he trailed behind her, Rachura unable to get a good look at him over her shoulder. He was keeping in her blind spot, which bothered her for instinct reasons, even if he didn't really have a chance of hurting her.

She wasn't without

some

cunning though.

"You should stick where I can see you. Some sneaky monsters in these woods," she warned. It wasn't a lie, some of the other insect monsters were quite stealthy, and who knew if the man caught whiff of a plant monster's aphrodisiac scent, drawing him away without him realising it. Or her noticing.

"Oh," he muttered, and was soon strolling next to her. He seemed unnerved by the rhythmic padding of her many large legs, her 'paws' not stabbing the ground like many other insectoid monsters or other spider girls.

But he couldn't keep himself from glancing at her chest, bouncing - almost jiggling - subtly with each rapid step. Her nipples were always erect, on her chest, and her underbelly, though any random touch didn't elicit much.

It had to be during lecherous activity, or with captive human prey.

They were pretty far from the village, about an hour's walk yet. Rachura ranged far to hunt - and so must the Canaan sisters, if she saw their 'leftovers', an uncomfortable thought - as a courtesy to the village.

She would've preferred boar, they were meatier, and less cute compared to deer, but she needed to eat too. Humans were the only exception.

Though, she really wanted to pin the one with her down, especially since she was getting bored.

"So, what is your name?" she asked, trying to distract herself. Her instincts cried out to make him a whimpering cocoon, but she was still trying to be polite.

If circumstances were different, he might already be filling her spinneret, or her mouth. And so much cuddling. He'd be smothered. She'd have to take care not to suffocate him.

Again, distractions. She really was bored. And perhaps hungry for sex. She insisted on patience to herself. That she could claim this man once he was done with any business of his in Plansect Village.

"Oh, uh... Silas. Silas, son of Hoar. I try not to use 'Hoarson'," he admitted.

"Oh... yes, I can see," she conceded. "I am Rachura. Just Rachura. What brings you to Plansect Village?"

As they walked, she kept her attention on her surroundings, though she was reliant on her main eyes. Her additional eyes were not that great for awareness, and despite what some thought, her human eyes were average at best. Still, it paid to pay attention.

Now, her fur on the other hand... some of her hairs were quite sensitive. She could feel changes in air currents others couldn't, and vibrations that few could register. It also made cuddling quite fun for them, feeling human prey squirming in their embrace, cocooned or not.

Silas got her attention back by answering.

"Well, I was thinking of doing some trade. I heard there were some good silks available here, made by the monsters that lived in the area. High quality stuff, really fine," he explained.

Rachura glanced at his bag; it didn't seem like there was much room in it, just a travel pack that fit a tent or a bedroll at least, and necessary supplies and tools.

"I have silk, but it's not very good," she admitted. "And there aren't many Spider Girls in the village. You wouldn't want to talk to them, they're dangerous. Well, more than most of us. The Silkworm Girls, they make great silk... but they're not fond of sharing. What would you even give us in return?"

"Well, silly as it sounds, silk for... well, silk. I'm a silk merchant. Though, it's more I'm offering dyes for their silks. That, and other forms of silks and threads, including high quality cotton threads. Even hemp. I have some samples with me. So I'm more here for negotiation than actual trade. I'm originally from Port Natalia."

Rachura thought for a moment, trying to remember the geography of the Sentora continent. It wasn't something she really concerned herself with much.

"That's a long way from here. You travel all around the world?"

"Well... not quite," he confessed. "This is more of an... adventure, you could say. Testing new waters, now that the war is over and there's supposed to be a new peace between humans and monsters. I thought there was an opportunity for profit and friendship."

"Profit and friendship? Not friendship alone?"

"Well, I, uh... I

am

a businessman," he stammered, perhaps afraid he'd just said something dangerous. "But I'm an honest one! I don't like the idea of cheating people, it just seems like bad business and bad moral fibre."

She didn't think he was lying, but with how fast she felt his heart beating from nervousness, it'd be impossible to tell. It was triggering certain instincts she was trying very hard to suppress though, urging her to pounce on this man, hold him close, drown him in her underbelly's tits, and wrap him up in her sticky silk. And drain him dry. Safely of course.

She brought the topic back to his business.

"You have samples?" she asked, as that had actually piqued her interest.

"Why yes. Just to show what I can offer. I figure, with my business, Plansect and I could benefit mutually. But that is all things to sort out with, uh, the people in charge of Plansect. And its businesses. It does have businesses, right?"

She cocked her head at him.

"It does now," she confirmed. "Not really before though."

"Well... maybe we can help each other grow," Silas suggested. He then suddenly stopped, and pulled his pack off to reach into it, rummaging around, until he pulled out a roll of thick threads, made of braided and dyed cotton, fascinating streaks of blue and yellow that caught Rachura's eyes.

They were just the right sort of thickness for knitting...

"May I have a look?" she asked, almost transfixed, holding out her hands to take it.

"Well, I pulled it out to show, but..." he trailed off, reticent to let her hold it. Cautious about having his goods stolen, but he didn't seem keen on saying no to a Tarantula Girl.

Tentatively, he let Rachura take the rolled material, and she turned it over in her hands, caressing her fingertips across it. It wasn't silk, but the material was certainly fine, soft under her touch.

Not as soft as her fur, but this... she could make some really great accoutrements out of this. Maybe even some pretty shawls.

She handed it back to Silas, and he placed it back in his bag.

"You seemed rather taken with it," he remarked.

"It's really good material. Perfect for knitting."

"Well, perhaps I can sell you some?" he offered.

At first she lit up, and then she frowned.

"I can't pay you. I have no human money, and I haven't been able to make anything to sell."

"With your knitting?"

She nodded.

"I am no good with clothes. But I like knitting. I think I can sell some nice accessory items or decorations. I just don't know much about business."

Silas thought for a moment. It seemed conversation about his business calmed him, helping him forgot he was being escorted by a great big spider.