59. Under the Mountain, Part 5: Jumper

59. Under the Mountain, Part 5: Jumper

I almost crush the annoyance automatically but manage to restrain my ire. Deep breaths. Innocent until proven guilty. Innocent until proven guilty.

“You got a death wish, short stuff? Or just stupid?” I jostle Blood Star as I speak.

“How rude! Obviously, Spindle can see you're not an ordinary human. She was hoping that meant you weren't boring.” Her voice is slightly high-pitched and nasally, which I'd find adorable in a better mood.

“Little busy,” I reply without slowing.

“Spindle sees what the problem is... You don't know what you're working with! Once you see what a sex pot of an arachnid she is, you won't be able to keep your hands to yourself~”

The spider girl crawls onto my helmet and obnoxiously drapes herself forward into my field of view upside down, forcing me to continue running based on scent and tactile cues.

Two large dark eyes full of confident swagger meet mine as six small ones glitter on her forehead like jewels. She has porcelain pale skin and doll-like features, except the cute little fangs protruding from her glossy purple lips. Two girlish arms resting behind her head help lift her petite A-cup breasts while a second pair of arms massage her slender stomach and hourglass figure, accentuating the hip sway dance she does for my appreciative gaze.

That humanoid waist ends in an arachnid lower body with six spider legs and an abdomen covered with soft, velvet fur. Unlike Miss Web, Spindle has a human pussy nestled in the base of her crotch. Spider pedipalps there to guard the area have spread wide for my viewing pleasure. Their function appears to be holding her partner in place during intercourse.

The quim in question has a tiny pearl of a clit poking from the top, exotically shaped labia minora like orchid petals, and a patch of short dark hair on her mons pubis. The carpet matches the drapes, as she's sporting a black-haired pixie cut. Spindle follows my gaze by the tilt of my helmet and parts her nether lips with her fingers to proudly present her drooling honey tunnel. I glance down the length of her reversed body to find Spindle lewdly lolling her tongue at me with a mad grin as if inviting me to test her mouth-pussy with my cock.

A Webling Jumper.

“Like what you see, human?”

Dammit. Despite her being flat as an ironing board, despite her not having an ass, despite her being another one of these fucking spiders, I can't lie to myself. I'm not a 'Bigger is better' basic bitch. If I were, I'd have an all-Ogress harem. No, I believe variety is the spice of life. Do I want to titfuck massive cowgirl udders? Yes. Yes, I do. Does that mean I can't appreciate small girls with big attitudes? Hell. Fucking. No.

But I've been burned twice today and I'm in a hurry.

“Not interested.”

“~You hesitated~”

I did, and I hate myself a bit.

The spider girl straightens and returns to perching on my shoulders. “So, you haven't tried to kill Spindle, and you're clearly tempted, but act like you're in a rush. Why don't you tell her what has the cutie under the mask all agitated and let Spindle decide what she can do for you?”

“Fine,” I grumble. “I'm retrieving a Kobold from the Lizardmen.”

“Fufufu, a mere Kobold? Spindle can make you forget all about a silly lizard.”

“No, you can't! She's bearing my son, and I'm not leaving her behind! I'll kill any reptiles or spiders that get in my fucking way!”

“...”

“Got anything to say to that?!?”

“Ah~! Mmm, ahh, aaahhhn!”

“...” This time it's my turn for awkward silence. “Are you... Masturbating right now?”

She’s gasping and panting as she replies, “You think a girl with four hands doesn't know how to get herself off in a hurry? Spindle can finish in thirty seconds on a bad day. Ngh, ah, ah, oh! Ahn, yes! Yes!!” After that exclamation, she sighs and relaxes. “Now, could you repeat yourself for her, please? Your voice was so rough and commanding; that really does it for Spindle. Way to make a girl jealous~!”

“You're jealous of my kidnapped wife?”

“Who wouldn't be with such a brave, determined lover coming to rescue her? It's romantic as fuck.”

I sigh. Her story checks out according to what little I know. The only reason I have not to believe her is that she's a fucking spider. “How can I trust you?”

“Hmm, at some point you have to make a decision. Are you going to be boring, or are you going to make things interesting~?”

That sure is a non-answer, but no less than I deserve. There's no logic-ing myself into placing my life in a potential enemy's hands. Everything she told me about the Lizard camp could be total minotaur shit. It's a matter of putting myself out there. Of bravery.

I've got plenty of that with Opal captured. Hold on a little longer for me! I clench my gauntleted fists and stop running.

“My name is Alex.”

Spindle leaps off my back and circles around to my front. She's short; her torso is that of a four-foot-tall woman, but her spider body lowers her actual height to three and a half feet. With her abdomen included, she probably weighs a bit more than Opal.

“You made the right decision, but I want your whole name, middle included.”

“Is that all? Then you'll help me?”

“No, you're going to put your weapon down, take off that armor, and play a game with Spindle. Then she'll fight by your side.”

“Even if it’ll be dangerous?”

“‘Danger’ is Spindle’s middle name.”

“...”

“Alright, it’s ‘Daniela.’”

“A monster girl has a middle name?”

“She obviously named herself. Jumper Daniela Spindle.”

A Webling named Jumper; her mother must not have put much thought into it. “And you went with ‘Daniela?’”

“It gives her a refined, yet gentle side only shown to Spindle’s close friends and lovers. That’s why it’s a middle name. First names are for action. Last names are sexy.”

Is that why she goes by ‘Spindle?’

“Seriously, why would you help me?”

“You don't know it yet, but you're Spindle's human. A special, interesting human she won't ever let go. Sometimes you have to fight for what belongs to you; that, and Spindle has a thing for love stories.”

That's probably the best answer I'm going to get from the little deviant. But...

“I don't have time. Opal—”

“—Is fine,” Spindle interrupts. “They have hundreds of Kobolds for breeding and evolution training. If she's smart, she'll tell her captors she's pregnant. There are plenty of eager females to service the Lizardmen, so she won't be bothered until after her egg is laid. No rush. Now... Say. Your. Name.”

My concerns and misgivings have all been handily dismissed. Got to hand it to the Webling shorty. I drop Blood Star with resignation. “Alexandria Tanaka Vermillion.”

“Oh, Spindle likes that. She likes it very, very much~” The spider girl licks her lips, tongue lingering on the fangs as she flashes a predatory smile, her main two eyes half-lidded, smoldering as her lashes flutter. “Remove your armor, Vermillion.”

The way she says my name sends shivers through me.

I obey, and my naked body can't hide the fact I've wanted this all along.