Dryder Quest 1 (Patreon)

The only contact you had for a week was your Accord. They left you for the school and took the head of your 'mother' for extra credit, though apparently there was a lot of trouble caused for Jeane when it was found out that you 'died.' You felt bad, but there was not really much you could do about it. Your species was among the most vile and hated on the planet, so you could not exactly go back as you were.  Thankfully the three partners would come back over the week and offer you news as you got used to your new body.

It was no surprise that the dangerous forest had become far less dangerous for you. The tree that could sweep up so many unaware students and creatures had no ability to take you. In fact, even though you were heavy enough to trigger the tree's pitcher trap, the boughs seemingly knew not to try. If it had lifted the pitcher would simply rip uselessly and need to be regrown. It was an arduous process for the tree. The fruit was quite a delicacy, however, so you made use of it.  The gremlings had absolutely no desire to get close to you and you felt no desire for them, as the little things had no core and therefore no sustenance or breeding potential for you.

You had become particularly restless where the prospect of breeding was concerned. You needed to but the only subjects that approached being viable targets were the friends that you decided you would not touch. Still, the desire to pin them and turn them into egg-sacs grew day-by day. They seemed to sense that to the extent that even Merit was slightly nervous around you. You created a lair that could catch things, but even spinning a beautiful web only occupied your time for so long. You were bored and horny.

“You want... To come back?” Esther repeated your request hesitantly.

“Yes. I'm bored out here. There's food, but... Well...” You were hesitant to say it around them, lest they become even more nervous. Even without saying anything they got the jist, however. You were not made dumb by your transformation. You doubted they had any incentive. Sooner or later they would stop visiting, even. You began to wonder while licking your lips if it would be better to just keep them. As that thought crossed your mind, Merit chimed in.

“You are very strong. If we could bring you back somehow in a way that nobody noticed we could use you and you could cease this boredom.” She offered while looking out at the dark woods.
“The plight of the strong is so sad... You must have no competition out here.”

“That would be nice.” Both you and her looked to Esther.
“You are familiar with my kind, no?”

The goblin cringed. “I mean... Living for, like, a hundred years is probably close to what you're looking for, but not what you wanna hear.”

Your long, elf-like ears perked up. “Oh. That's promising...”

“Living for a hundred years? Yeah, sounds great for a lot of people.” Esther groaned.

“Hypothetically speaking, if I could attain hundreds of years of experience in less than a year's time, how would I be able to achieve my goal of returning?” You asked with a sly smile. Your delicate, pale hand rested on your chin as you stared down at the goblin. She looked back up at you curiously.

“Hypothetically, you'd be able to learn how to adopt another person's appearance and blend in.” She explained. You glanced back at the empty shell that the Seraph had become after becoming your meal.

“You'd upgrade yourself to a kingdom level threat in the process. Dyder's are already dangerous but when they can hide out in the open then it's...” She gulped and remembered who she was talking to. You smiled wider and leaned your upper body down so that your face was just a foot from hers, though you were still looming over the small creature. You tapped her nose gently, but not matter how gentle it was she still flinched as you reached out.

“You don't have to worry about me. I still have my senses. My memories. The transformation did not work on my psyche. I can control myself.” You offered reassuringly. Your voice was extremely seductive to the extent that even the hesitant Esther and Aiden were drawn in by your words. You were not entirely dishonest, either. You did believe that you could control yourself, so there was no reason to refer to you as a threat.
“How does it work?” You leaned back up to your resting height. Despite how large your body was, you were extremely elegant and agile. The range of movement you had allowed you to go basically anywhere and do anything with your body.

“It's innate.” Esther explained.
“Enough time passing will allow you to just figure it out. We'll be long gone by then, though.” The small girl tried to hide her relief as she said it.

“A shame...” Merit sighed.
“I really would like to see what you could do in the school.”

“Me too...” You pouted.
“Come back a week from now, girls. I don't really need you visiting every day. I need to figure this thing out.” They nodded, leaving Aiden a few steps behind. He turned around.

“Is it true that you can control yourself?” He asked. The prince had kept his eyes averted from your attractive, feminine upper half. It was endearing and arousing how he avoided staring at your heavy breasts, lithe waist and wide hips. Even if your lower half was that of a spider, your human body just barely ended bellow your hips, giving you all the important features needed to be attractive and appealing... If one could look past your lower half.

As it was just you and him you bit your lip. Looking at the soft boy you felt an intense urge to convert him and corrupt his form. He was probably right to ask. His question, whether he knew it or not, was a test. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself.
“Yes. I can control myself.”

Aiden thought for a moment. “Do you mean, like... You feel like you want to do bad things and aren't, or do you have no desire at all?”

You pursed your soft lips lightly. “I do feel like I want to do things, but I am deciding not to. What do you think is better?”

“I think it's more favorable to not want to do bad things, but ultimately it's more admirable to avoid doing bad things while the desire and incentive is there.” You could feel his heart beating quickly as he asked.
“What, uhm... What bad things do you want to do.”

You restrained yourself, as thinking about it made you desire to do it. “Should I be honest?”

“I'd appreciate it.” He nodded. Seeing his delicate, vulnerable form staring up at you filled you with intent. You shook it off and responded honestly.

“There's two things that I know I could do to you... Two things that my instincts want me to do.” You held up two fingers.
“The first...” You motion back towards the Seraph.

“Is to use you as food. Do you know how spiders eat?” You asked. He shook his head.
“They inject venom into their prey and liquefy them from the inside.”

Aiden's eyes widen in fear. “Is that what you did? It's horrible...”

“No no.” You shake your head dismissively. He was relieved for just a moment before you clarified.

“As far as I know my venom does not affect you, it affects your core. The fundamental pieces that keep you together beneath your skin. Your muscles, organs, and even the thing that makes you... You. Your psyche. It is made soft and joined together into an amorphous matter within your skin. It is not painful... No. You may even be able to move after it happens.” You inhale deeply.
“No, because it is your core being changed, everything you were will change and come to know what you are meant to be. Mine.” As your tongue slid around your lips you quirked a brow and noticed that his pants had tented somewhat as you were talking.
“Are you...”

“N-no! I mean... Yes. But not because of that!” He insisted, blushing deeply while covering himself.
“You are very, very attractive. Your voice and your... Body. I'd uncovered my eyes and saw you and... Yeah.”

You had no idea if what he was saying was the truth. It felt reasonable. “I see... So you don't want me to-” You spoke as you began to loom over him.

“I do not!” He insisted, raising both hands in a stopping motion.

You tilted your head from side to side and crossed your arms over your chest. “Oh, okay...” You shrugged and continued.
“The second is just as invasive. I turn you into an egg.”

“W-what?”

“I fuck you. As I am, my own Core's information invades yours like a sickness... It is like before, but everything that makes you... you remains intact. The only difference? Your body is rewritten into a hollowed out 'shell.' When I finish I fill you with my eggs. They will slowly feed off of your energy and eventually consume you completely.”

“Th-that somehow sounds worse.” Even though he said that he still had the tent in his pants.

“Knowing that you are eventually going to-”

“Oh, it's not that bad, I don't think. Just like before, with your core altered your body and you, to some extent, will know what you have become and will crave it and even find joy in your eventual fate.”

“Sugar coat it however you like... It's just murder.” Aiden said strongly. He finally turned to leave. It would have been so quick and easy with his back turned to come upon him, pin him down and consign him to a new fate. He would thank you for it after, but his words stuck in your mind. No matter how someone was changed to think after, it was just stone cold murder at the end of the act. The end of a person and the beginning of something new. You let him go and decided to think on that, as well.

* *

Uniforms were not hard to come by in the forest. All you had to do was raid a gremling warren and there were tons of pieces strewn about. Even if they were torn, you found in studying your own capabilities that all you needed was an outline. Your thread could fill in the rips and gaps and take on any color. It was softer and stronger, as well. After a day of gathering things you eventually just decided to use the pieces as reference and weave your own. Why not? It looked good on the 'suit' you had inhabited. After weeks of practice and the other three almost giving up you had finally managed to join yourself with the leftover 'suit' of the seraph.

The result? You were no longer an imposing, incredibly large Dryder. Instead, you looked to just be a tall, martial, blonde elf woman. You chose to remove the wings, as you were trying to avoid attention,  not draw it.

It felt like an odd thing to focus in on, but you  realized it was your first time putting on girls clothes. A girls uniform, at that. The stockings felt tight and comfortable around your thighs and the shoes did odd things to your posture. Everything from the skirt to your blouse and jacket were a perfect fit due to your weaving. You felt absolutely beautiful. It was odd walking on two legs after having eight, but you got used to it quickly. The only things that stood out in your new, borrowed form were prominent fangs that could be hidden simply by you keeping your plush red lips only slightly parted. The other was more subtle. A basic pattern around your iris. 8 little circles that blended in with the color, but were visible if one looked closely. Even though you were in a new 'body' your vision was still in eighths and your strength and resilience could not be matched. You figured that out when a few gremlings made the mistake of attacking you thinking you were an elf. Before your natural hardiness could even be tested the ability to spin from your fingers like you were casting a spell managed to tie them up nicely.

The three, especially Aiden, stared at you in amazement. “H-how!?” Esther asked.