An Imperial Invitation Pt. 1 by Greenanon
Gareth waded through the waist high water slowly, quietly,
his short carbine flintlock held over his head to avoid wetting the powder.
He’d been a fair hunter and tracker, but that was in the northern ranges of the
Empire’s snowy frontier. Here in the swampy marshland, he’d had to relearn
everything but how to fire a gun from scratch. He liked to think he’d become
skilled at moving and tracking in this terrain, he’d had a good teacher.
Phoebe, the first of his wives, slinked silently through the
water herself, her massive form low and slithering through the reeds. The green
haired Lamia’s human half alone was larger than he was, with a form that would
have put her at over nine feet had she legs instead of the lengthy snake tail
that followed behind her. She saw his look and winked a slit pupiled eye at
him, blowing him a quick kiss as her forked tongue danced over her lips
briefly.
He smirked and jokingly blew a kiss back, careful to keep
quiet. Phoebe frowned, then peered ahead, motioning for him to follow her as
she slithered through the reeds. She slinked up on a muddy island covered in vegetation,
hunkering low to avoid being seen. She unslung her bow from her back, readying
an arrow as Gareth followed her.
As the grass parted, he finally spotted the prey they’d been
tracking. A group of five humans, all males, had gathered on another island a
few hundred yards away. They were struggling to build a campfire, four sweating
men fanned themselves, while the fifth, a younger looking fellow, struggled to
get the flint to light. The bandits had reportedly killed several domesticated
alligators, and robbed a caravan of goods headed towards the Lamia village.
Gareth intended to show them why banditry was so rare, even in the sparsely
populated swamplands of the nascent Lamia kingdom.
“That’s all five of them,” he whispered to Phoebe, “they
don’t even have anyone keeping watch…” It was a pathetic bunch now that he had
a look at them, their weapons weren’t proper soldier’s arms, mostly a mix of
wood hatchets and pitchforks, farming implements? The one firearm, an ancient
looking blunderbuss, was leaned against a willow tree sprouting from the
island’s soil, Gareth wondered if they’d even managed to keep the powder dry.
“So what do you think?” Phoebe hissed excitedly, “You could
shoot the one closest to the gun, then I can slither up and wrap the rest of
them up easily!” A quick flash of a mirror caught both of their attention, and
they looked back beyond the bandits to see a blue haired Lamia slinking through
the water, quickly meeting their eyes with a grin.
“Samantha’s in place,” Phoebe said, “none of them will get
away…”
The other Lamia was one of the more skilled archers, and an
easy pick for a potentially dangerous task in the swamp. She was also one of
the Lamia who hadn’t yet found a husband, which meant she was eager to do
anything that might involve meeting palatable males, bandit or otherwise. He’d
had a talk with her before they set out, explaining that these men could be
dangerous, but it hadn’t seemed to sink in.
Gareth didn’t really worry now; this was not the hardened
group of outlaws he’d feared. One Lamia was more than enough for them, two plus
a human fighter was overkill. In truth he felt that this lot might even flee
even before a single dogged attacker like himself. He thought over the
situation and then with a smile reached into his front pocket.
“H-Hey!” a sleepy voice protested. Sky the pixy groaned as
her dark purple hair poked over the edge of his pocket, followed by her bleary
face. With a sigh she hefted herself up, her arms hanging limply.
“Come on Sky,” he said with a smirk, “you’ve slept in
enough.”
“Fine,” the pixy murmured, rubbing her eyes as she fluttered
her translucent wings and lifted herself up to land on his shoulder. “What do
you guys want?”
“Could you fly over to that island and shrink those men for
me?” Gareth asked. “I’d like to take them all alive; I don’t think they’re the
types to know how to deal with someone like you.”
Sky shrugged, “I guess, just give me a minute to get some
pixy dust ready.” She lifted off from Gareth’s shoulder, fluttering her wings
as a small cloud of gold dust built up around her. Gareth involuntarily leaned
back, well familiar with the effects pixy dust had on humans.
With a flourish the pixy was off, a lit ball of gold light
flying towards the bandit camp. The men noticed too late, and didn’t recognize
what they were seeing, standing up to gaze, slack jawed, at the pixy. One by
one she flew around them, being sure to give each man a dusting of the golden
flakes raining off her wings, and in turn they panicked as their clothes
loosened and the world grew larger.
Gareth slung the carbine across his back and started walking
towards the camp, Phoebe followed his lead and put her bow across her own back,
slithering forward. The two of them watched as Samanatha approached from the
other side of the island.
For the men on the ground, it was a terrifying experience,
one minute they’d been lounging in their camp, and the second they were a few
inches tall, scrabbling to get out of their pooled clothing.
There was a slithering sound of scale on mud, and the five
shrunken men looked up in horror to see a gigantic blue haired snake woman, her
short bobbed haircut matching the cerulean scales that glistened brilliantly in
the morning light, just a few of them traced into the sides of her otherwise pretty
face, leading to pointed ears.
“Hi, I’m Samantha!” the Lamia said with a smile. She’d hoped
it would be disarming, but it showed her fangs, and her slitted pupils and
forked tongue were all well visible at this distance, and more frightening
given the men’s reduced size.
The five of them screamed and tried to run, but Samantha
almost casually plucked each one of them out of the mud, tossing them into a
small leather satchel she wore dangling just above where her skin met the
scales of her snakelike tail. She hummed happily to herself as she shook the
bag, listening with a giggle as the shrunken humans wailed with terror.
“Let’s see,” she hissed, sticking a finger into the bag.
The first man she drew out scurried to the back of her palm,
almost falling out, she curled her fingers slightly, to keep him from tipping
over the edge. He was strong looking, but maybe a bit bulky for her preference,
and she wasn’t a fan of the beard… Her tongue darted over the shrunken human,
taking in his scent and taste.
“P-Please!” he begged, “don’t eat me!”
“We don’t eat humans,” Samantha said indignantly, “we’re
civilized!” she tossed him back into the bag and continued her search.
“Sam!” Phoebe said, slithering up with Gareth at her side,
“what are you doing?”
“I was just catching the humans,” she said defensively,
unconsciously she held the bag away from the other Lamia. “I haven’t gotten a
husband yet, and I was just checking to see if any of these ones were…
suitable.”
“The Empire will find husbands for all of you eventually,”
Gareth promised. He was confident it would, Humanity’s empire was vast, and
finding a few hundred eligible bachelors, even to marry a tribe of snake women,
was a trivial thing. Still, six months on only the first hundred or so
“husbands” had arrived, and some of the Lamia waiting in line were voicing
their impatience.
Samantha reached into the bag again, causing the shrunken
men inside to panic, trying to hold on to their friend as the massive fingers
drew him out. Gareth saw it was the younger man who had been trying to start
the fire, Samantha’s eyes lit up excitedly as she looked over his handsome
form. Her thumb casually pushed his arms out of the way as he tried to cover
himself, and he shivered as that forked tongue danced over his naked body.
“OOH!” Samantha said excitedly, “this one Gareth, I pick
this one!”
He rolled his eyes and glanced at Phoebe, who was fighting
down a giggle. The Lamia of the swamp were, by Lamia standards, extremely
civilized, but despite Queen Lessie’s teachings many of them still had very
monster-like instincts. These instincts tended to surface particularly around
unattached men.
“You can’t just steal husbands,” Phoebe said knowledgably,
nodding with a smile at Gareth, “he’s supposed to ask you.”
Samantha frowned, “Yeah but-“
“He’s a captured bandit,” Gareth said with a chuckle, “why
don’t you take him to the jail back in town, and Lessie can make a decision on
what to do with him. This lot doesn’t seem like hardened criminals, they’ll
probably just get a few months of manual labor, try chatting him up then.”
Samantha beamed, “Okay!” She dangled the handsome young man
in front of her face, “You and me are going to get to know each other,” her
snakelike tongue hissed out again, tracing over the man and causing him to
panic. Giggling at his reaction she reached down into her exposed cleavage,
tucking the man between her breasts and reaching back to tighten her top,
holding her captive in place. “Let’s get you guys to jail!” she said
cheerfully, patting the squirming leather satchel that held the man’s
companions.
Sky buzzed down and landed on Gareth’s shoulder, “Bandits
cleared,” she said with a yawn, “can we head back home now?”
“I think I’d like to go visit Severa,” Gareth said, looking
at the tower of her fortress in the distance, “since we’re out so far
anyway.”
The Arachne was his third wife in the political marriage
that Lessie, now the Lamia Queen, had arranged. The hundred-foot spider-woman
had intimidated him at first, but he found that he’d ended up enjoying her
company as much as any of his other wives, bizarre as it was to share a cup of
tea or a glass of wine with someone the size of a building, and stranger still
to become intimate with them.
Rather than simply beginning their travels straight towards
the tower, Gareth began trudging through the much until he spotted the raised mound
of Lessie’s road, cutting through the swamp. Sky fluttered down on his shoulder
as he went, and Phoebe slithered at his side, humming a happy tune.
He sighed as he stepped up onto dry land, happy he wouldn’t
have to wade through the stagnant water the rest of the way. Severa’s tower was
even deeper into the swamp than Lessie’s village, but it was a lot easier to
reach these days. Supposedly the road project would make it all the way through
the swamp to the sea when completed, but for now it dramatically cut travel
time for a mere human like himself.
The Arachne’s fortress was made from a trio of ancient
Elvenwood trees, taller than most Imperial buildings and woven together by
spider thread. The gaps were filled by anything from boulders to large pieces
of plate steel, giving the whole thing an intimidating and incongruous look, a
massive opened gate the bottom seeming to invite adventurers to their doom.
“Do you think with the swamp opening up a bit more she might
hire a decorator?” Sky whispered.
“I love it!” Phoebe said excitedly, “I wanted to build one
back in our village, but Lessie says we’re not dungeon-building monsters.”
“No, you’re more like building roads and extorting travelers
type of monsters,” Sky snickered.
Phoebe’s face burned red, “Lessie says they’re called tolls,
and every kingdom does them!”
“We’ll see how much you guys like Lessie when she figures
out taxes,” Sky said, sticking her tongue out.
“I’m with Lessie,” Gareth muttered, “these swamps are just a
blank spot on most maps, if she can let people from the Elven city or the
Imperial provinces reach the sea, then I think she’s earned a bit of coin for
her trouble.”
“Our trouble you mean,” Sky said, “I don’t understand you
big people and your kingdoms and nations and all that, if another pixy wants me
to do something? I better owe her a favor.”
“Good thing you owe Lessie a LOT then, huh mayfly?” Phoebe
teased.
Sky just crossed her arms and grumbled. She’d been working
with the Elven army to pay off a hefty gambling debt, apparently a common thing
for Pixies in Elven service. Lessie had paid it in full, hoping to make the
best of the pixy’s apparent entry into their marriage pact.
As usual flickering blue flames seemed to light their way
through the darkness of the fortress as they walked inside. Somewhere up ahead
he heard the scuttling of chitinous legs, something that would have given him
concern once upon a time, but which he now knew simply meant their hostess knew
they were here.
“Gareth,” a cheery voice called from a patch of darkness
high above them, “and is that Phoebe?”
He gazed up and saw a series of red orbs glittering in the
low light, the Arachne’s eyes glittering as she lowered her smiling face into
view. Those spiderlike legs were splayed wide as she slowly walked down the
wall, her pale-pink hair shaking slightly as she did so.
“Hi Severa!” Phoebe called happily, “we caught the bandits!”
“I had no doubts,” she said demurely, “tell me Gareth, what
manner of men were they?”
“Poorly equipped,” he said, “not the type of men who travel
much, if there was a war or a disaster anywhere near, I’d say they were
refugees.”
“Hmm…” Severa growled, smiling down at the three of them
while she thought over the matter, “Perhaps our Queen can illuminate the matter
with her wisdom?”
The three of them turned to see Lessie slither her way out
of one of the darkened passageways. The red scaled Lamia was full grown, over
twice Phoebe’s size already impressive size, and with a fuller figure
accentuated by her finer clothing, today a low cut dress that hung low onto the
scaled portion of her tail.
“Why husband,” she said, her snakelike tongue flicking out
between her fangs, “I’m so glad I ran into you.” She was beginning to coil her
tail underneath herself like a cobra, a semi-unconscious mannerism that Gareth
had learned Lamia performed when threatened, annoyed, or angry.
“Lessie,” he said, standing his ground even as Phoebe slowly
slithered around behind him, a comical sight given her larger stature.
“I do believe I said that Phoebe was to handle the bandit
problem,” Lessie said, crossing her arms. “Gareth, would you like to tell me
why you felt you needed to include yourself in this potentially dangerous
task?”
He sighed; Lessie had become increasingly protective of him
in the months since the battle at the elven city. She’d gone as far as to try
to hide the news of the bandits from him, and he’d found out from Phoebe when
she’d mentioned recruiting Samantha to help in passing. While she hadn’t told
him NOT to go, he hadn’t bothered to tell her he was tagging along with the two
Lamia, worried at what she might say.
“Lessie,” he said finally, “You’re the queen, but I’m…” he
tried to remember what title she liked for him, “Prince-consort, and I’m not
going to sit by drinking wine and listening to songs while this kingdom of OURS
needs me.”
Lessie’s face softened, and a small smile appeared at the
corner of her mouth, “you’re too dutiful for your own good Gareth, I really
must keep a closer eye on you.” She looked over his muddy and wet clothing,
“Sky?” The pixy perked up at the mention of her name, “Would you be a dear and
help Gareth out of those filthy clothes?”
Gareth frowned, “Wait-“ but the pixy was already giggling to
herself as she fluttered around him, that familiar gold dust raining down.
“Down he goes!” Sky said excitedly.
He felt his clothes slide against his skin, the tingling
racing over his body as the world above him raced away. Phoebe looked down
through the hole of his collar with a smirk, her slitted pupils going wide as
he got smaller. Soon her face disappeared from view, the hole his neck usually
filled collapsing as the fabric was no longer held up by his rapidly
diminishing body.
There was light suddenly as Phoebe picked up his muddied
shirt, folding it over her arm. With a giggle she reached for his pants and
smallclothes next, lifting him up through them and causing him to tumble,
naked, down his pantleg before landing again on the floor of Severa’s fortress
again.
Sky hovered down to him, the six-inch-tall pixy now a head
taller than he was, “He’s out of the clothes Lessie!” Sky called playfully,
winking at him.
Gareth heard the sliding of the Lamia’s body against the
ground, and he looked up to see the enormous form of the red-scaled Lamia
looking down at him smugly. He didn’t even bother to run as the giant hand came
down, plucking him up easily as a thumb and forefinger pressed against his back
and chest respectively.
His world blurred and he saw a pink blur shoot past him as
now much larger Lamia lifted him up to her face. Sky landed on Lessie’s
shoulder, crossing her legs contentedly as a pair of slitted pupils focused on
him.
“Let me just put you somewhere… comfortable,” Lessie drawled,
her forked tongue dancing over her lips.
He was lowered into the pillowy flesh of her cleavage, she
gently separated her breasts and set him in so that his head alone was sticking
out. He struggled as she released him, the sides collapsing in on him like
water and pinning him easily in place.
“What are you doing all the way out here anyway?” Gareth
grunted, struggling to free his arms.
“Bringing Severa her mail,” Lessie said.
“You get mail?” Phoebe asked curiously, looking up at the
giant spider-woman.
“I decided that since we’re going to do this whole
civilization thing, I should begin correspondence with some of the other mages
in the world, mostly human ones,” Severa explained.
She leapt from her web on the wall and shaking the earth
slightly as she landed, towering over the two Lamia. She brushed her hair
behind her ear and blinked the two most human of her eyes as Lessie handed her a
satchel filled with letters.
“Do they know you’re a giant spider?” Gareth asked, looking
up from his prison at the now mountainous form of Severa.
She turned towards the trapped human, apparently still able
to hear him at his reduced size, “I haven’t exactly advertised it, but given
that my letters come from the middle of this swamp and carry our beloved Queen
Lessie’s seal…” She smirked at Lessie’s reaction to her sarcastic comment, “I
would hope the most brilliant academics in the world might be able to deduce
that I’m not human…”
“Did they answer that question I wanted you to ask?” Lessie
said eagerly.
Severa looked away, an uncharacteristic move, “Yes Lessie,”
she said in a somewhat hostile tone, “I have all the answers you wanted, and
more…”
“What’s that about?” Phoebe asked suddenly, “Lessie, what
have you been up to?”
Lessie sighed, shaking Gareth’s massive prison and causing
him to slip lower. Sky seemed to notice from her perch on the Lamia queen’s
shoulder and grinned at him, enjoying his struggles against the titanic Lamia’s
breasts. He grunted and forced himself higher, a difficult struggle given that
he was still covered in swamp muck and Lessie was sweating slightly in the
swamp’s humidity.
“The human emperor has asked us to send an envoy,” Lessie
said quietly. “He’s hosting a large gathering of diplomats and nobles, and he
wants a representative from his newest ally there.”
“That is what tends to happen when you declare yourself a
Queen,” Severa said, crossing her more human pair of arms across her chest. “It
seems Gareth is the most obvious choice, given that he’s Imperial nobility.”
“Barely!” he protested for the millionth time, “I’m the
third son of a minor baron!”
“You’re the prince-consort of the Lamia Queen,” Lessie said indignantly,
regarding the tiny human trapped in her breasts, “and we agreed you’re a
prince, right Phoebe?”
“Oh yeah!” Phoebe said excitedly, hoisting herself up on her
tail so she was level with Gareth’s pillowy prison. “Everyone in the village
calls you Prince Gareth!”
“Indeed, Prince Gareth,” Lessie said quietly, “and that
elevated status is exactly why I can’t allow him to go.”
Phoebe crossed her arms, “Why not? It seems like the perfect
job for him.”
“I wanted YOU to go,” Lessie said, regarding the younger
Lamia, “Gareth is… too valuable to risk.”
“What?!” he protested, crying out in satisfaction as he
managed to free an arm from Lessie’s cleavage, “Come on Lessie! This isn’t a
dangerous mission at all! It’s just going up to the Imperial City for some parties!”
He looked at Phoebe’s uncertain face, now the size of a house to him, “and
besides, Phoebe will need someone to guide her.”
“There are problems in the Imperial City,” Lessie said slowly.
“In particular it seems it’s become unsafe for young men like yourself. I
thought that perhaps Phoebe would-“
“What do you mean unsafe? What’s going on? Why wasn’t I
told!?” Gareth demanded sternly, or as sternly as you could when held captive
in a pair of breasts the size of barns.
“Lessie thought you should focus on your new home, rather
than your old one,” Severa said with a smile. “I’d have told you, but I only
found out about the problems today…”
“Is the Emperor in danger!?” Gareth asked, almost in a
panic.
“Gareth!” Lessie said harshly, “You’re not an Imperial
subject anymore, you don’t owe that emperor of yours anything!” As if to
emphasize the fact her finger came down, pressing on his head and forcing him
further into her cleavage until only his head poked out once more.
“Gareth is a knight of three realms,” Phoebe hissed angrily,
“we’re all lucky to have him, but if the humans need him, then I’ll go with him
to keep him safe.”
Lessie rolled her eyes, “Phoebe, they have plenty of people
who can solve their problems,” she smiled down at Gareth, “we’ve got more humans
than we started with to be sure, but… still, I’ve become very attached to this
one.”
“Excuse me!” he protested, trying to fight his way up the
fleshy mountains again, “what is REALLY going on Lessie? Have the pixy shrink
me all you want, I’m no fool, tell me the problem and I’ll-“
“Sky,” Lessie said dismissively, “could you please help our
husband find a warm and soft place to rest his weary head?”
“Lessie!” Gareth called out angrily, but the pixy was
already hovering down towards him.
“Sorry,” she said in a tone that wasn’t apologetic at all,
“but… goodbye!”
Her translucent wings fluttered and gold flakes rained down
on Gareth like snow, he felt himself shrinking further, Lessie’s titanic
breasts becoming larger, immovable, on either side of him.
“Let’s just put this guy away,” Sky giggled, her pink foot,
now as large as his entire body, came down and gently pressed him further into
Lessie’s waiting cleavage. He shouted and fought against it, but as he shrunk
the foot, and the force behind it, became larger and more powerful until he was
shoved deep into the gap between the Lamia’s breasts. The last thing he saw was
Sky playfully waving at him.
“I can’t say I approve of you treating our shared husband
like that,” Severa said, crossing her arms.
“Yeah!” Phoebe called angrily, “you might be the queen, but
he’s still important around here, or he’s important to me anyway, let him out!”
“Girls,” Lessie said with a smile, covering the crack of her
cleavage with one hand, “he’s quite comfortable, and…” she waited for the
shrunken human’s struggles to cease, “there we go, he’s accepting it.” She
turned to the Pixy on her shoulder, “Thank you Sky.”
“What’s really going on with the humans? And their emperor” Phoebe
asked angrily, “You said you wanted me to go see him? What if I won’t go
without Gareth?”
“Then I’ll send Samantha,” Lessie replied arrogantly, “and
if that doesn’t send the message, Severa here would more than-“
“I don’t think so,” The spider woman said fiercely, “Explain
yourself Lessie, tell the girl we share a husband with exactly why you’re so
hesitant to let Gareth go.”
The elder Lamia shot an angry glance at the Arachne,
standing several times her height, and then at Lessie, still barely half it.
She uncoiled herself slightly, allowing herself to relax.
“Phoebe,” she said slowly, “I have nothing but everyone’s
best interest in mind.”
“I’m pretty sure you just shrank Gareth and shoved him down
your tits so he wouldn’t hear this conversation,” Phoebe hissed, “I’m going to
tell our husband everything, I don’t treat him like a pawn like you do.”
“I find the idea offensive,” Lessie said indignantly, “I
care very much about Gareth, and that’s why I’m trying to keep him here!”
“Come on Lessie,” Severa said with a grin, “tell your worm
and the mayfly what you think is going on back in the Imperial capital.”
“As much fun as it is to shrink the human, I’m curious too,”
Sky said, letting herself tumble down the front of Lessie’s dress slightly.
“People are going missing in the Imperial City,” Lessie said
slowly, “the young men in particular. I was thinking that whoever or whatever
is behind this, it’s not after women and particularly not snake women. Phoebe
or Samantha should be perfectly safe.”
“It makes sense,” Gareth shouted, forcing his way up through
the giant breasts and defiantly rejoining the conversation, “but this is all so
strange… the Imperial City should have the safest streets in the world! And the
men are just vanishing?”
“That’s why we have humans popping up even all the way down
here,” Lessie explained, “they’re running away rather than staying there. I’d
go as far as to say that when Samantha is done questioning those men you captured,
we’ll hear that’s where they came from.”
“How many people are we talking about?” the tiny human shouted,
fighting to stay “afloat” in her massive cleavage.
“It’s difficult to say,” Lessie explained, sighing as she
decided she wouldn’t be able to keep even the tiny sized Gareth out of the
conversation, “one letter I intercepted said it was dozens of people every
night, another said the entire matter is overblown and all street talk. It has
to be a good number of them if they’re running all the way to our swamp
though.”
“Why the secrecy?” Gareth demanded.
Lessie gave him a warm smile, “Oh Gareth, all of our tribe’s
husbands are hale and true young men from the Empire, if you, if they, found
out about this crisis, why you’d all be off in an instant to try to solve it. I
can’t let the husbands I fought so hard to get here simply leave on a potentially
dangerous adventure.”
“Then let ME go and solve it!” he protested.
Lessie shot Phoebe a look, scowling at the other Lamia’s
angry expression. Severa just watched, a smirk on her face as she enjoyed
Lessie’s discomfort.
“I’ll think on it,” Lessie said indignantly, “Pixy, Gareth
still isn’t relaxed, help him out.”
Sky shrugged and fluttered her wings again, causing Gareth’s
form to dwindle until he was no bigger than the Pixy’s toe, merely a speck to
Lessie.
Seeing his continued struggles she grinned, “more,” she
chuckled.
Sky’s eyes went wide, “Uh, he’s only as big as my toe, and
I’m not really that big to start with-“ Lessie just gave her an expectant look.
The Pixy bit her lip, and fluttered her wings again.
To Gareth the rain of gold was rapidly turning Lessie’s
jiggling breasts into a true ocean, stretching out on either side of him. The
enormous pixy towered over him; her pink toe alone easily larger than the house
he’d grown up in. He gasped in shock as the giant toe lifted up, coming down on
him and pressing him deep into the cavernous cleavage. This time she kept
going, letting her leg go up to the knee as she forced the tiny human deep
within the sea of Lessie’s breasts. There was a final brief flash of light as
she withdrew, leaving him in the warm darkness.
He thought about trying to struggle his way upwards again,
but at this size even the slightest movements were impossible. All he could
hear was Lessie’s heartbeat, and his other senses were dominated by her too,
the feel of her soft, warm, flesh pressing around him, the smell of the jasmine
perfume she wore mixed slightly with her sweat… He went limp, letting the
enormous breasts press around him, lulling him quickly to sleep.
“Phoebe,” Lessie said, satisfied that this time she’d well
and truly trapped the tiny man, “if you wouldn’t mind going back to the village
and-“
“And get some travel supplies ready?” Phoebe said, crossing
her arms, “I will, for TWO, so be sure that Gareth is ready to go when I get
back tomorrow.” With that she slithered back the way she’d come, Sky the pixy
regarded the two larger giants for a moment, then buzzed after her, still
trailing gold pixy dust.
“You have to let them go you know,” Severa said quietly.
“You don’t really have a choice, even if something odd is happening in the
Imperial city you can’t just ignore a request from their Emperor.”
Lessie was silent a moment, crossing her arms and staring
down towards her cleavage where Gareth was still trapped. He was too small for
her to feel now, and with the Pixy having left she’d probably have to simply
pour an antidote in for him and hope for the best… though a part of her did
consider simply leaving him in there, at least overnight.
“Lessie,” Severa said sternly, “if you don’t do the right
thing and let Gareth go on this mission, I can always web you up for a few days
to think it over.”
“I’m going to let them go!” Lessie snapped angrily, “It’s
just…” she sighed, “those things I wanted you to write the archmages about, did
you get favorable answers?”
Severa’s eyes briefly lit up, twinkling red in the low light
as the conversation turned to magic, “Oh yes, almost everything you wanted can
be done,” she regarded Lessie’s chest, where the tiny Gareth was, “If you have
a volunteer that is…”
“I wanted to try to ease him into it,” Lessie muttered, “but
I don’t think we have time. Do you have any pixy dust antidote ready?”
…
Gareth wasn’t sure how long he’d been out, but in spite of
the circumstances it had been one of the best naps he’d ever had. He scowled
and wondered if he was back to full size, judging by the floral scent coming
off his skin someone had taken the liberty of washing him while he was asleep, and
by the sticky spiderwebs holding him in place above the ground it had probably been
Severa.
Confirming his suspicions, the pale pink hair entered his
vision as she slowly descended, smiling warmly at him. Her face was enormous,
as always, but not so enormous as it had been when Lessie had trapped him. He
was back to normal size, he decided, or close enough.
“Hey sleepyhead,” She said with a small smile.
“Where’s Lessie?” he demanded angrily, “I’m going to the
Imperial City, and I don’t care if she-“
“She’s come around,” Severa said, leaning in close and
examining him with those ruby red eyes. “I sent her away though, you and I have
some… work to do.”
He frowned, “What do you mean? Can you let me down at
least?”
“No,” she sighed, “This is going to be easier if you’re held
in place. In fact…” She reached for the mass of spiderthread on the wall behind
him, casually pulling and manipulating threads until Gareth felt his arms and
legs spread apart, leaving him splayed in an X shape.
“I don’t understand,” he said, pulling at the bonds
slightly, “It’s not that I don’t like spending time with you Severa, but what
do you mean we have work to do?”
“It’s something Lessie has wanted me to do to you for a long
time now,” the Arachne explained. One of her spiderlike appendages reached up,
poking him slightly up his chest and causing him to shiver from the sensation.
Looking down he realized the enormous spider leg was dipped in some sort of
ink, and had begun tracing a strange looking symbol across his chest.
“I’m not sure I’m in the mood for one of Lessie’s ideas
right now,” Gareth said darkly.
“I understand completely,” Severa said, “but I think you
should at least hear this one out.” He shivered as Severa’s enormous hand
traced along his back, and he could feel her drawing more sigils, and she
giggled slightly at his reaction, stopping to pinch his bottom with a fingers
almost as long as his body.
“She’s had an idea for some time about improving your
constitution with magic,” Severa explained. She scuttled away from him briefly,
and he could see her dipping her inky fingers in a massive wash basin. As she
returned to where she had him webbed up, he noticed that she was wearing a
massive belt, filled with various tools he didn’t recognize.
“My constitution?” he questioned nervously.
“Mostly she has a series of enchantments, curses, and
various spells she wants put on you,” Severa explained. “Things like making
your bones a little stronger, making it so you can go longer without breathing…”
she winked at him at that one, “oh, she also wants me to make some changes to
your blood…”
“My blood!?” he exclaimed.
Severa paused, seeing his expression she smiled warmly and
traced a giant finger down his cheek, “Gareth,” she whispered, “If this is all
too frightening… say the word and I’ll cut you down from there, wash you off in
the basin, and we can enjoy a night alone together. I’ll tell Lessie I refuse
to do it.”
He breathed out slowly, looking up at the smiling face.
Severa was a frightening figure, with those fangs and the multitude of
glittering red eyes most men would be struck with terror at that expression, to
say nothing of the immense size of the face itself… but he chuckled as he
realized he found that grin reassuring.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” He asked finally, “none of
this is going to deform me or anything?”
Severa frowned at him, “I ALWAYS know what I’m doing when it
comes to magic Gareth, and while you’ll be getting some tattoos and maybe a
small scar or two I can promise you’ll look the same at the end of this as you
did going in.”
“Wait,” he said, “scars?”
She rolled her eyes, all of them, “don’t be a baby Gareth, it
won’t hurt... much. You probably won’t feel a thing for most of it.” She
grinned at him again, licking her lips as she leaned in and let her warm breath
wash over his suspended body, “actually I take that back, you will feel a few
things… a lot of these spells require the target to reach a certain… climax in
order to take effect.”
He gulped, “Let’s get started then,” he rasped.
“Delightful!” Severa said, “you have no idea how excited I
am to do this, now hold still…”
The giant Arachne leaned in, licking up the entirety of his
body and coating him with her warm saliva. He shivered as it rapidly cooled,
and she giggled, briefly checking the sigils over his body to make sure none of
them had smeared. The giant mouth opened, and he felt the air go humid as she
closed it over him. Even as his arms and legs remained bound she was able to
manipulate him back and forth with her tongue, tasting every crevice of his
body. He felt himself slide over her teeth suddenly, and he gasped in pain as
those fangs, each one as thick as several fingers, jabbed down onto him
unexpectedly. There was a burning sensation as they pumped the Arachne’s venom
into the wounds. He tried to thrash away, but the webbing easily held him in
place while she continued to poison him.
There was a twanging sound as she released him from her
mouth, the threads holding him snapping back into place. He looked in shock at
the two still bleeding wounds on his torso. One was up near his shoulder, the
other was lower, near his hip. He looked to the spider-woman in shock, and with
a wave of her hand the wounds seemed to seal up in front of him.
“Y-You bit me!” he said, gritting his teeth as he felt the fiery
warmth of the venom spreading through him.
“Sorry about that,” She said, a look of genuine apology on
her face, “but the Arachne venom has to go first, it has a very peculiar effect
on males…”
He looked down and realized he had one of the strongest
erections of his life, and as his mind started to cloud, he felt himself growing…
amorous, he looked at her eagerly, wondering what she was going to do with it.
“Patience my trapped little fly,” she giggled, “we have
another round of venom for you…” This time she produced an enormous needle, a
syringe like the ones Gareth had seen field surgeons use, but scaled up to a
size where the giant Arachne could use it. Even in his aroused and clouded
state he felt apprehension. He shut his eyes, not wanting to see what she would
do with it, and a moment later he felt the slightest pinch on his bottom, and
heard Severa chuckle to herself at his reaction.
“Open your eyes Gareth, it’s gone.”
He did so, and breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw
she’d told the truth.
“That was Lessie’s venom,” Severa explained, though it was
getting hard to hear her as Gareth’s senses began going in and out, the second
poison already rapidly spreading through his system.
“S-Severa,” he croaked, feeling his heart begin to slow.
She tapped his chest with one massive finger, and he
breathed in as he felt his heart rate return to normal. His senses seemed to
start coming back into focus as well, and he was once again reminded of his
straining arousal, eagerly waiting, begging, for the giant arachne’s touch.
“I’ll be pumping your blood for you for the next few
minutes,” Severa said. She quickly muttered an incantation and Gareth gasped as
the lines drawn on his chest seemed to glow blue. “There we go… seems to be
working.” She playfully touched the giant fingertip against his penis, laughing
at his shiver, “now let’s complete our first spell…”
She brought her hand up and licked her thumb and forefinger.
Bringing them back down to him the massive digits gently squeezed his manhood,
causing him to gasp as Severa slowly rubbed back and forth. He realized that
she was wrapping it in her webbing even as she stroked him, and soon his member
was completely wrapped in the silky material. Keeping the threads attached she
slowly pulled her hand away, manipulating the soft and silky wrapping with just
a few twitches of her fingers, causing him to gasp with each miniscule
movement.
“Poor little fly,” she teased, watching him writhe in
pleasure, fighting in vain against her webbing, “the big bad spider is just
playing with her food… and there’s nothing you can do!” she mockingly touched
the side of her face, the movement of the threads causing Gareth to moan in
pleasure. She grinned wickedly, and the tempo of her fingers picked up, the
threads sliding over him faster and faster until he screamed loudly, the sound
of his orgasm echoing down the cavernous passageways of her forest.
The lines on his chest flashed white, blinding him
momentarily as he collapsed against the spider thread holding him in place. He
was breathing heavily, trying to recover as the wave of bliss left him, when he
noticed Severa moving closer again.
“Success!” she said excitedly.
“W-What was that supposed to do?” he asked weakly.
“I merged your blood with Lamia and Arachne venom,” she
explained, “you should just naturally produce it now, you should be immune to
it too.”
“It’ll be nice not to worry about startling Phoebe I guess,”
he muttered, the green haired Lamia had accidentally bitten him before, never
giving him more than a slight woozy feeling, “but why do I need poison blood?”
Severa shrugged, “As much as we love teasing you about it
Gareth, none of us actually want to see anyone or anything try to eat you. The
next person who takes a bite out of you is in for a nasty surprise.”
“That make sense I guess,” he said slowly, “is that it?”
Severa laughed loudly, “dear me no, we’ve got another twenty
spells to run through, and we’ve got to do them all tonight.”
“Twenty!?” he asked in shock.
“That’s why the Arachne venom needed to come first,” she
explained, “it won’t hurt you anymore, but it will keep you…” she giggled and
pointed at his still erect cock, “ready…”
“Oh,” he said in awe.
“Yes, dangerous as it is Arachne venom is a very popular
recreational substance,” Severa giggled, “now then, would you like to improve
your reflexes or your eyesight next? We do need to get all of these done
tonight so they work with one another, but we can do the rest in any order we
want!”
“Uhh,” he gulped, “you choose?”
“Good choice fly, you might make it out of this spider’s web
yet!” Those ruby eyes flashed as she smiled, and Gareth steeled himself for the
rest of their evening together.
…
When he woke up again, he was coiled tightly by a scaly
green tail, “Phoebe,” he murmured, blinking as her smiling face came into view,
“when did you get here?”
“A few hours ago,” she said sweetly, squeezing him tighter
as she coiled around him more. “You looked so happy sleeping there, I just
wrapped you up to keep you comfy.”
“Thanks,” he laughed, struggling to push his way out of her
grip.
She seemed to frown, and suddenly she tightened her grip on
him further. He wasn’t sure what she was playing at, but he gritted his teeth
and doubled his own efforts to escape.
She let up suddenly, “wow,” she whispered excitedly, “you
really are tougher now!”
“Thanks,” he said, finally stumbling away from her. He
noticed his clothing hanging from some of Severa’s spider thread, and walked
over to it to get dressed.
“I mean it!” she said, “I squeezed you so hard that it would
normally have broken all your bones!”
He paused, “Really?” he asked incredulously. It hadn’t felt
like THAT strong of a hug.
“Oh yeah!” she giggled, “Lessie told me that Severa was
doing some stuff to you… is that part of it?”
“I guess,” he muttered.
There was a sudden pink blur flying by him, instinctively
his hand darted out, and he heard a squeal of pain as he casually snatched the
pixy out of the air. He blinked and realized he was holding one of her
translucent wings between two fingers.
“Sky!” He exclaimed, “by the gods, I’m so sorry! It was an
accident!” he released her, and her normally smooth flying was wobbly as she
struggled to flutter onto his shoulder.
“OW!” she muttered as he gingerly touched it, “Gods Gareth
you almost pulled it out! You’re lucky these grow back!” She crossed her arms
and looked at his face, “you’re getting such a shrinking later…”
“Looking forward to it,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
“Gareth,” Lessie greeted with a nod, slithering into view as
she joined them.
“Severa says you’re not going to try to stop Phoebe and I
from going to the Imperial City?” he asked, buttoning his shirt up.
“No,” she said, crossing her arms, “I… I’m sorry I was
acting irrational the other day.” She looked at a circular tattoo on the back
of his thigh with a frown, her eyes lingering on it before he pulled his pants
on. “The things Severa did to you… that I asked her to do to you… they didn’t
hurt too badly, did they?”
“Nothing too terrible,” he assured her.
“That’s good to hear,” he looked up and saw Severa perched
on the ceiling of the chamber, her massive legs splayed around her. “I was
keeping an eye on you while you slept,” she said with a smile, “just to make
sure everything was reacting as I expected…”
“This is so cool,” Phoebe said, looking over him eagerly,
“What does the tattoo do Severa?”
“He has three now,” she said demurely, “one should prevent
demonic possessions, another will let me track where he is at all times, and
the last one is a sort of calling card, letting everyone know Gareth is my
husband.” Seeing his confused look she chuckled, “I don’t typically deal with
demons or deities, but enough of them know who I am that you might get lucky
and run into something that owes me a favor someday. Also, it will let you talk
to spiders.”
“Talk to spiders?” He asked, looking up at her quizzically.
“Do they… have a lot to say?”
“Oh of course not,” she said, waving a hand dismissively,
“they’re just a step above bugs Gareth, still it might make a fun party trick.”
“And on that note,” Lessie said firmly, “you should go to
the Emperor’s party, make a good impression for our kingdom, and then come
home. You don’t need to be the ones to solve this matter with the
disappearances, and if you SHOULD learn anything, the Empire has it’s own
soldiers that can handle it!”
“I won’t be hiding in
an inn the whole time I’m there,” Gareth said defiantly, “but… we’ll be
careful.”
“I’ve chartered you a ship,” she said coolly, “I told them
you’d build a fire and wait for them on the southern shore. You’re also taking
the Pixy with you.”
“Sky?” Gareth asked, looking at the tiny woman perched on
his shoulder, “sure, the more the merrier.”
“Just so you know, if you get in over your head I’m supposed
to make you tiny and fly off with you,” Sky said with a smile.
“As we discussed,” Lessie said with a nod to the pixy.
“One last thing,” Severa said, her massive form lowered,
suspended by several strands of silk. She reached down and her massive
fingertip extended towards Gareth, a gold object dangling on the end of it. He
took it hesitantly, seeing that it was a gold necklace with a ruby set in the
center.
“It’s enchanted,” she explained, “when you are holding it,
you can talk to me.”
“Thanks,” he said, putting the necklace in his travel bag,
“I guess we can update you on things as we go.”
“It does one other thing,” Severa said, looming over them,
“it’s quite durable, but if you close the red gem in your fist it will break
like an egg. If you do this, it will instantly summon me to you, no matter
where in the world you are.”
“Wow,” he breathed, looking down at the necklace again,
“t-that’s teleportation, right? That’s some of the most difficult magic in the
world, and you’re so big…”
“Indeed,” she snapped, “which is why I’m telling you right
now that it is a last resort. Do not use it unless all of you are about to die
otherwise, and by the gods Gareth I’m one hundred feet tall, if it does come
down to it, try to use it in an open area.”
“Got it,” he said warily, lowering the necklace into his
travel sack.
“Your ship leaves tomorrow morning,” Lessie said, “you’d
best be on your way.”
“Tomorrow morning!?” Gareth protested, hefting his pack,
“there’s no way we can make it all the way to the shore by then, the swamp just
gets harder to traverse the closer you get to the water and-“
“Hmm…” Lessie said thoughtfully, “I suppose you’re right,
Sky? Gareth needs to be small enough for Phoebe to carry him.”
“I just got dressed,” he muttered, feeling his clothes begin
to loosen as the bright gold ball of the pixy flew overhead.
Phoebe hummed happily to herself as she picked up his
clothes and weapons, tossing them in his travel bag and slinging it over her
shoulder. Looking down at the naked human she smiled, plucking him up gently
before slipping him into her own backpack. He grunted as he tumbled inside,
bouncing off her various shirts and dresses. Finally he came to rest on what he
recognized as a large white brassier. Just a small amount of light still crept
in after Phoebe tied the top of the pack shut, hefting his alongside hers for
the journey.
“Just relax!” she said reassuringly, “I can move through the
swamp way faster than you can Gareth. We’ll unshrink you as soon as we reach
the shore!” She turned to Severa and Lessie
“Farewell,” Severa said with a wave, watching Lessie slither
away.
“I can’t help but feel I’m making a mistake,” Lessie
muttered.
“They can handle themselves,” Severa said firmly.
“And what do we do if they can’t?” Lessie asked quietly.
Severa shrugged, “I guess you find another handsome younger
man with royal connections to marry you?”
The Lamia Queen just stared daggers at the Arachne, who
laughed in response.
…
Phoebe slithered through the swamp, Sky riding on her
shoulder as she went. They had a lot of ground to cover, even for a Lamia in a
swamp, and although Phoebe wouldn’t say it to his face, she was glad the pixy
had shrunk Gareth so she wouldn’t be slowed down by him.
“Hey,” the Pixy said, once they were far away from Severa’s
fortress, “just so you know, I told Lessie I’d try to keep you guys out of
trouble, but if you want to go on a dangerous adventure or go drinking and
gambling once we get to the city, I’m totally in.”
“Oh! That’s wonderful!” Phoebe said cheerfully, “I thought
as much, you don’t really strike me as the cautious type.”
“Nope,” Sky said with a laugh, “hey, I’m going to go check
on our passenger.”
Phoebe rolled her eyes, “okay, but those are my clothes in
there… try not to make any messes!”
“No promises!” the Pixy giggled as she fluttered up and over
the Lamia’s shoulder. She easily slipped under the backpack’s flap, dropping
down into the clothing below.
Gareth was lounging in the cup of Phoebe’s brassier, trying
to relax, when Sky’s pink face appeared from behind one of the shirts above
him.
“Hey Gareth,” she said seductively, slipping her way down to
him at the bottom of the backpack.
“Oh,” he said, sitting up, “Hi Sky, did you get tired of
flying or something?”
“Or something,” she giggled, lowering herself down to him.
As always, she’d shrunk him to just a head shorter than
herself, giving him five inches of height to her six. She could have let him at
least be equal in size to her of course, but for the tiny pixy, always being
surrounded by giants, it was a thrill to get to look down on someone now and
then, particularly someone as cute as Gareth.
“Rub my wing,” she demanded, turning around and crossing her
arms. She sighed happily as he obeyed, the sore tendon where it met her flesh
starting to heal from the harsh tug he’d accidentally given it earlier.
“Hey,” he said, realizing there was something on his hand,
“the base of your wings… isn’t this where your-“
“Pixy dust comes from?” She asked with a smirk, “yeah…”
He hurriedly tried to wipe the material off his hand, but it
was too late, Sky was growing taller right in front of him. Finally he managed
to smudge the gold material off on the fabric at the side of the backpack, but
when Sky turned back around he was eye to eye with her chest.
“Tsk tsk tsk,” Sky said with a smirk, “humans are so rude,
staring right at a girl’s tits like that…”
“What?” he laughed, he was onto this game now, she wasn’t
down here to get her sore wing rubbed.
“It’s okay Gareth, I’ll let you see them.”
Sky reached behind herself, pulling a few strings and
causing her makeshift leafy outfit to fall to her feet. She stepped out of it and
kicked it towards the other clothes in the backpack. With a grin she ran a hand
over her body, stopping around the darker pink of her nipples, and the patch of
deep violet hair between her legs.
“I know, I know,” she said with a teasing sigh, “not the biggest
ones you’ve ever seen.”
“They look pretty good to me,” he breathed.
“I can tell,” she said, her eyes tracing down with a grin,
“The spider says you should have more endurance now… I guess we’ll see.” She
stepped forward and pushed him down roughly, causing his smaller form to tumble
down into Phoebe’s brassier cup again.
The amazon sized pixy mounted him, her breasts hanging over
him as she placed an arm down on each side of him. He grunted as he felt her
wetness envelop him, her hips forcing their way down onto his slowly. She
sighed happily, and then began to thrust in earnest, picking up the tempo as
she rode the small human.
“Oh yeah!” she called with a laugh, holding him in place as
she ravished him, “that’s right human boy, you’re mine now!” Her wings
fluttered excitedly behind her, seeming to increase in speed almost to a buzz
as her arousal built.
Sweat began to build on both of them as they continued their
lovemaking in the hot confines of Phoebe’s backpack, her clothes being jostled
and falling around them in the low light. Gareth tried his best to thrust back
at her, and part of him thought that, even at the pixy’s Amazonian size, he
could maybe get on top and control the tempo, but every attempt just made her
laugh and pin him down, continuing the movement of her own hips.
“I don’t think so!” she laughed at his latest attempt,
hugging him against her even as they tumbled through the giant clothing, “You!”
another thrust, “are a pixy’s toy!” she laughed, “does that make you feel
small? Weak?”
“Y-Yes!” he shouted, guessing the answer she wanted, “it
makes me feel small, pathetic even!”
“Good!” Sky beamed, “and there’s no getting away! I’m going
to keep you small forever! You’re never going to be higher than a pixie’s
shoulder ever again human!” she groaned as she hugged him close, her body
quaking as she came, “you’re going to be my toy FOREVER!” she screamed, and as
she did, they both reached climax together, her wings buzzing so quickly it was
a like a brief cooling breeze washed over him.
It would have been refreshing, if he didn’t realize it
carried a torrent of golden pixy dust. He gasped and struggled it Sky’s grip,
but it was too late as the material washed over him. The Pixy grew larger, holding
him against her sweaty pink skin while he dwindled, his manhood sliding out of
her with a slick sound. Luckily, he didn’t get as small as he’d feared. Most of
the material had landed around them, not on his bare skin.
“Ah, that was nice,” Sky breathed, ruffling his hair as she
hugged him close. He probably wouldn’t even come up to her bellybutton now if
they stood next to each other, and she treated him like a stuffed bear as she
adjusted her position against the piled clothing on the bottom of the backpack.
“Thanks for playing along with all that pathetic human this and that stuff,”
she said.
“No problem,” he mumbled, still enjoying the afterglow of
his orgasm. “I don’t really mind being roughed up a little,” he grinned, “not
by you ladies anyway…”
“Yeah,” Sky said with a smile, “you really took to this
whole “marrying-a-bunch-of-monsters” thing pretty well…”
Her giant hand traced down his body, and she cupped his
groin possessively, feeling him grow hard against her hand once more.
“Hmm…” she mused, “yeah, you definitely have more stamina
than a normal human male now, not that you were a slouch before.” She grinned,
“I think you might end up even smaller before we get where we’re going.”
“I’d expect no less,” he chuckled.
Phoebe continued slithering through the swamp, listening to
the occasional squeaks and cries of pleasure coming from the backpack over her
shoulder. She giggled to herself and occasionally jostled it, a little rougher
than was maybe necessary, enjoying the startled cries as the tiny passengers
found themselves thrown about. She picked up her pace, hoping to reach the
shore with time to spare so that she could play a few games of her own with
their human husband.