Forced Changes Ch. 05

Seriously unnatural...

A sultry voice sighed in my ear.

Bel?

"Yes. It was me. You have serious trust issues."

You're honestly telling me this the day after I was kidnapped.

"Kidnapping is seriously bad business. We should probably call the cops or something," the giant spoke.

"Maybe, I kinda need to call my girlfriend first if you'll let me borrow your phone," I said shaking off Bel's presence and plotting out the next few hours.

"Of course. No problem. Let me get it for you," he said as he turned and headed towards an attached room.

I blinked my eyes trying to clear them.

Nope. Didn't work. Or rather there wasn't any debris to clear.

The air for about five feet behind the dude shimmered like a heatwave coming off a highway in the summer. He also walked funny, almost gliding across the floor with the easy grace of a dancer. I noticed that the doorways in this complex were huge, their height enough to accommodate his abnormal height but they were also as wide as I was tall, far more than was apparently required for him.

Adding up all these facts led me to an answer that I wasn't comfortable with.

He came back with the desired rectangle of electronics and I raised my makeshift club and backed against the wall, slightly emboldened with something solid at my back.

"What are you?"

He took one look at me and sighed.

Not exactly the reaction I was expecting.

"I keep telling them that the glamours they've provided don't work for me. But do they listen? Nooooo," he muttered to himself. I was halfway towards classifying him insane as I slid along the wall towards the open doorway. Letting out a big sigh, his shoulders slumped as he looked at the ceiling, almost as if he was criticizing a higher power.

Fuck. For all I know about this supernatural bullshit he could be.

"Look. Don't freak out on me. I'm gonna reach under my shirt and take off this necklace. Once I do I'm going to look very different. I may look scary but I promise you I don't mean you any harm." I gave him a short nod and he slid a hand under his shirt, face grim as he kept his eyes fixed on me.

After the shit I've seen I doubt anything this guy has to show me will phase me. I'm a hardened member of the in crowd. I'm a mutherfucking-

What greeted my eyes was a creature with a human top half with a large spider esque lower half. The lower half was covered in glistening black chitin and he shuffled around with an odd grace on his thin three foot long multi segmented legs.

Holy shit is that a spider?! That's kinda sweet. How does he coordinate that many limbs at the same time? Does he have eight eyes? Can he spin webs? If so what kinda material properties are we looking at for the webbing? Would it be proportional to common house spiders? Why's he wearing a kilt? Does he have human genitalia? Stop it, Sydney. Focus. Spiderman's watching you. Play it cool man... woman... whatever.

"So... uhhh... you're some sort of..." I searched desperately for the mythological name of this sort of creature.

I came up blank.

"Arachno... taur," I finished lamely. He seemed very confused as he processed my words before bursting out laughing.

"The correct term is ariadnid. But I think I almost prefer arachnotaur for comedic value." Wiping a tear from his eye, his chuckles slowed and then stopped. "You must be enlightened if this is how you react. That'll make this much easier than it would have been otherwise."

"I'm a what?"

"Enlightened. It mean's you've peered beyond the veil and had some interaction with the supernatural. Generally once a human has recovered from their first shock of meeting something beyond their world view they are more receptive to later challenges to that now defunct world view."

"Oh. Okay," I said, still reeling a little that there were spider people living amongst us.

What he says makes sense though. Humankind is nothing if not adaptable. I wonder just what else is out there that I haven't seen yet?

"I'm surprised though. Most humans are reported to react to my kind with more revulsion and fear than you have shown."

"I've never really had any problems with spiders. When I was younger I really disliked bugs so, when I learned they ate bugs, it seemed natural that we should be friendly. It doesn't make a lot of sense that people are so afraid of them when on the whole they are helpful. Not saying that you are a spider, eating bugs and whatnot, just that you have a spider like appearance." I grew a little nervous and started babbling.

"Relax. I'm not going to take any offense. It's actually quite refreshing to be greeted with curiosity. Not that I meet people a whole lot, living alone in the woods like I do. Still, I'm Joshua. It's nice to meet you Miss...?" He walked close and held out his hand while he waited for my answer.

"Sydney," I provided as his human hand engulfed my own in a firm handshake with a warm smile.

Enraptured, I couldn't help but stare at his chitinous black, abdomen with it's eight appendages, surprisingly thin for the bulk they were supporting.

Is it abdomen or is it thorax? Damn, I'm not up to snuff on arachnid terminology. Maybe I should ask him.

I opened my mouth to do just that, before deciding that that would be a really weird thing to say. Instead what came out was, "Do you mind if I touch you?" Freezing, I could feel the embarrassed blush spread across my face, reminiscent of a thermometer put into a boiling pot.

"Sure," he said, my embarrassed face going unnoticed. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth I sidled around his side, tiptoeing into the gap between legs, easing myself to where the legs met the body. Running my hands along the joints, I was surprised by the warmth of the rigid material.

These external ball and socket joints are so precise, it's remarkable.

I spent some time running my arms around the the ariadnid's body, considering each difference and cataloging the mechanisms. I started to lower myself to look at the bottom of his spider abdomen.

"Uhhhh. That's a little too forward. If you don't mind," he said, laying a hand on my shoulder.

"Oh. Yeah sorry," I said looking at the short kilt like garment that likely covered his privates and draped a short way onto his back, like a horse's caparison.

I guess that answers that question at least.

"Here you," he said with a small smile, handing me the phone that I had totally forgotten about.

Right, gotta call Lexi.

Opening the call portion of the phone, I stared blankly at the the three by three grid of numbers.

Shit! I have no idea what Lexi's phone number is. Actually, the only phone number's I remember are my mom's, my dad's, my sister's, and my own.

"Is everything okay?" he asked with a gentle warmth in his tone.

"Yeah. I just don't know anyone's..."

That's it! My own phone. I'd bet anything that Lexi's hanging onto my phone.

Typing the number into my phone, I struggled to stop my trembling fingers as I pressed firmly onto the cold glass surface.

It rang, reaching out silently across the void, waiting for someone to throw it a rope.

"Hello. This is Sydney's phone, she can't come to the phone right now. How may I help you?"

Damn, voicemail. Still, just listening to her voice is nice, an infusion of warmth directly into my veins, driving away the fear that had settled over my core.

I'd barely begun to speak when the telltale click and breathing indicated someone had answered. My spirits rose, barely daring to hope.

"Lexi here," she said in the voice of a broken woman.

"Hey, it's good to hear your voice," I said my voice cracking as a smile conquered my face.

"Sydney!" I could almost hear her standing up through the earpiece. "You're okay. You are okay right? Where are you? Are you hurt? Can I come get you? You're not hurt are you? Why aren't you talking?" I had to stifle a giggle as she machine gunned questions at me. "Why are you laughing? Did they drug you? I'm gonna find them and make them pay," she growled, her voice dropping low and I could easily imagine her pitch black eyes.

"Easy girl. I'm fine. Wasn't that you in the dream thing I had?" I asked, growing concerned that everything had just been in my head.

Then what was the thing with the bunnies?

"Don't start doubting me know," Bel huffed in my ear.

Silence over the phone line.

"Lexi, you there?"

"Yeah. I didn't think it was real. I was too scared to believe. To hope."

"I'm fine honey. You'll be back to banging me insensate before you know it." I covered up the phone for a second and looked toward Joshua. "Hey. Where's the nearest landmark?"

Eye's wide at me putting him on the spot, he stumbled a bit before answering, "Uhhhh, there's a Walmart like twenty minutes down the road."

"That'll work. What's the address?"

"Uhhhhh. Just a sec, I'll get it to you." He, there's really no other way to put this, he skittered away into the other room. It was amazing the way so many legs worked independently yet together to propel him across the floor.

I wonder how many pascals of pressure he exerts on the floor? He obviously has a larger unit volume for his body with significantly less surface area. Therefore, unless he is much less dense than a standard human, he should apply much greater pressure on the floor. Kind of like getting your foot stepped on by a girl in sneakers versus a girl in high heels. One's slightly painful while the other can break bones.

"Sydney? You there, Sydney?" Lexi was starting to sound slightly panicked.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just let my mind wander a bit."

"North 48th Street, 67123," Joshua called out.

"Got it," she told me. "I'm heading that way now. Navigation tells me it should be twenty three minutes. I'll be there in fifteen," she said over the sound of the wind and passing cars.

"Drive safely, Lexi. It won't do me any good to get in a wreck trying to get there in a hurry."

"Okay, got it." The throaty purr of a car starting up sounded in the background.

"I love you," I said, clutching the phone tightly in my hand.

"Love you too, I'm coming for you. I'll always come for you," she said her voice dropping an octave as she poured her feelings across the phone lines.

"I'll be waiting," I said to a disconnected call. Joshua skittered back into the room, holding a keychain which jingled musically.

"How far away is your ride?" he asked as he led me through the maze of hallways after I declined his offer of some more clothes.

"She said she'd be there in fifteen minutes."

"Then she'll probably beat us there by five minutes or so." Clicking a button by the lightswitch, he caused a wall to ascend flooding the area with light and revealing a nondescript white van sitting alone in a garage.

I was curious how he handled his species unique proportions as I popped open the passenger side door. Turns out he just had a custom made seat with a low profile and no seat backing in an otherwise normal looking van. I was half disappointed there wasn't a jerry rigged series of lever and pulleys as he manipulated the wheel and pedals from the back.

"What happens if you get in a wreck?" I asked as I buckled in.

"I try really hard not to, I imagine it would look something like a cricket inside a paint mixer if I did, lots of flailing limbs and unpleasantness."

We departed without any issues the, green foliage beautiful in the summer sun as they flashed by the window. I decided to break the awkward silence with some friendly small talk.

"So, what do you do when you aren't watching awesome television shows?"

"I work from home as a consultant for small businesses, helping them create personalized websites and app's. Kind of an online jack of all trades."

"Wait... so you work as a web developer?" I couldn't stem the snort or the subsequent laughter that rippled out from my gut. He chuckled along with me as we lost ourselves in the ridiculousness of that statement.

"I've never really thought of it that way, but I guess I am. That's pretty funny." A horrible joke sprung to mind and I couldn't help but share it.

"So you live in a pretty remote area?" I asked, slyly glancing at Joshua out of the corner of my eye.

"Yeah. I like my privacy and it can be a little awkward going out with my size. Even with the glamour making me look human, it can't hide my nonhuman scale."

"Do you ever get lonely?" Squinting, he tried to figure out where I was going with this.

"Sometimes. Although, the black widow's reputation means it's probably safer if I don't date."

"So would that make you, at times, a down recluse?" I snorted

Silence.

I snickered internally.

"That's bad. That's like, amazingly terrible, b-movie bad," he said, smiling. "I love it."

"You're not so bad. For an oversized bug," I teased. Then I realized what I said and cringed at how insulting it was.

"And you're not so bad for a human skinned juice pouch."

I relaxed after he accepted the comment for the playful ribbing for which it was intended.

This was how we amused ourselves for the next ten minutes, slinging outlandish insults one after another. Wincing sympathetically for the really good ones.

"You have some okay qualities for a pair of funbags on legs." That was his parting shot as we pulled into the Walmart parking lot. Nearly empty, probably due to the late hour. Leaning on the corner of a the only car in the lot, a sleek black four door audi, was my girlfriend, her head locked on our position as we made the turn into the lot.

"Thank you for all your help Joshua. In spite of everything I had some fun with you. I'd love to hang out with you again sometime."

"That sounds like fun."

I took his phone from the center console and input my contact information. "There. I'm under the name 'Funbag With Legs'." I paused for a moment, my hand on the door. "Honestly, though, I'm not sure where I'd be if you didn't find me. If you want to meet my girlfriend you can come meet her. Fair warning, we'll probably be having sex in and or around, her car inside a minute."

"I'm good. Go have fun. You're not really like anybody I've met before Sydney. Hit me up if you ever wanna hang."

"Will do, you bloated sack of spider silk." Without waiting for his response I lept from the van, and jogged toward my nervous looking succubus.

She was dressed to kill. Clad in a black leather jacket with matching painted on paints. Glossy black heels ran up to mid calf. Her hands were looped through her beltless pants, parting her jacket, and revealing a crimson low cut v neck that showed a tantalizing amount of cleavage. I gulped as she rocked up off the side of her car, removing her mirrored aviators, thoughtlessly tossing them through her open car window. Licking my lips in nervous anticipation I slowed to a walk, the asphalt warm on my bare feet.

"Hi," I said demurely, opening with what I considered was my safest option.

Without a word she wrapped me up into her arms. My lips parted in anticipation of the kiss I was sure to come. Defying my expectations she didn't go directly for the tongue tangling. Instead she cradled my head to her shoulder, her long fingers palming the back of my head as she laid her chin on my shoulder, molding her body to me until there wasn't a millimeter between us. I rubbed what I hoped were comforting circles on her back, taking my own comfort in her scent. I breathed deep, filling my lungs before reluctantly releasing her essence in an elongated huff through my mouth.

"I was so scared. I didn't think I'd ever see you again," she finally said after a long moment.

"It's okay baby. I'm not planning on going anywhere. Besides, I think I have some divine favor on my side." I heard some soft laughter and a pair of invisible hands ruffled my hair with some wind. "You're such a lech," I whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing," I said, returning her embrace. Blowing off my supernatural guidance counselor and stalker, I turned my attention to my supernatural protector and lover. "I don't know about you but I've never had sex in a car. Oh, look," I said with fake surprise. "What have we here? Is this a handy car I see?" I asked sarcastically, too desperate for her touch to play very many games with her.

She got my not very subtle hint.

I expected her to be ravenous and insistent but she surprised me again by nodding her head and kissing the nape of my neck. Digging my fingers into her sides I let her gently spin us till my back was facing the car. She continued her kisses and I felt her reach out and pop the door to the backseat open. Gently, like I was impossibly precious and fragile, she lowered me to the leather seats. Opening my robe, I exposed my otherwise naked body to her desperate, wild gaze. Starting with my raised knees she kissed her way along my inner thigh, soft and slow, like she had an eternity to explore every inch, recording and cataloging each reaction. Tonguing around my mound, I sighed as the worries and cares I had hoisted around like an elephant on my back sauntered away in search of peanuts. Relaxing into the leather seats I waggled my hips until I found a position where the buckle attachment wasn't biting into my ass. She brought her fingers to the party as her delicate pads parted and played with my folds as she teased my aroused flesh.

Latching onto the sensitive flesh above my mound she pulled the skin into her mouth with a little negative pressure as she continued to tantalize my flesh, on the edge of penetration but never quite falling into the promised land. She spent a good amount of time like this, periodically sucking my flesh into her mouth, her eyes sometimes meeting mine between my increasingly heaving breasts as my breath grew more frustrated.

"She wants the D. Silly," Bel provided, whispering in my ear.

Oh. That is the spot where it manifests.

A few dominant thoughts later had my member slipping through whatever magical hoops it used, parting Lexi's lips as it was engulfed in her wet pillowy lips and mouth. My hands started winding through her hair, massaging her scalp as she worked her head up and down, her eyes showed the first hint of joy as the fear faded from their depths. Deep in her throat, she hummed and I gasped as the sensation electrocuted the back of my brain, my dick acting as the proverbial lightning rod. Zeus, or Lexi as she liked to be known, kept throwing thunderbolt after thunderbolt as I shuddered under her. As she was doing this, she kept up her teasing of my pussy, her tip now thoroughly drenched with my lubrication.

How the fuck is she so talented? I can barely keep track of what she's doing let alone emulate it. I don't think I'll ever be her equal.

"I'm gonna laugh at you one day for that," a pesky goddess slipped into my ear.

Stay out of my head! Especially- Unnnggghhh!

Lexi had taken notice of my momentary distraction and pounced like a kitten onto a wayward ball of yarn, slipping her middle digit knuckle deep into my pussy.

"Oh my!" was all I managed to say before I devolved to groans of pleasure as Lexi ripped a dual orgasm from my body. She effortlessly swallowed the entire load as she timed her sucks with the pulses from my dick, her middle finger wiggling around inside me. After the initial rush I melted onto the back seat, boneless in my satisfaction. She effused her pheromones, dousing me with her scent, marking me as my spent dick slipped out of her mouth, not a speck of cum to be seen.

This really does feel like home. The same thing I felt as I hid under the covers on a cold night as a child, comforted by the knowledge that my parents were just a few doors away. Here, with this woman, thoroughly fucked, in the back of an open car...