ROYAL REWARD: Spidersilk Panties, Part 1 (Inanimate TF, So I’m a Spider, So What…?)

Panchira crept through the halls of the night-dark inn, her feet raising not a sound, though her high heels produced a rather notable clack each time they struck the floorboards. Fortunately, she was under a ninja-field anyway, so she didn’t need to worry about keeping a cat-like tread.

Creeping down the hall, she opened a nearby door, poked her head through, and sniffed, once, twice, and–

Her eyes lit up. She licked her lips. Sliding through the gap in the door like a liquid, she plopped into the room proper and set her golden gaze upon the person in the bed, her smile wide and hungrier than ever. 

The woman lying there had pointy ears, which probably made her some stupid fantasy species that Panchira couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of. A halfling? A dwarf? A remorhaz? Either way, her slender, petite body was simply purrfect for Panchira’s work. 

She raised a hand and brought it down sharply, as if tugging on an invisible tablecloth. With a gasp, the woman in the bed shot up and out, and came to a stop floating in midair, her limbs spread, her eyes wild. “Wh-what is–?!” 

Panchira raised a finger, and the woman’s jaw slammed abruptly shut, refusing to open. 

“Nyow,” said Panchira, marching around the fly tangled in her web. “Let’s see… Nyou’re a fine piece of material, but whatever should I do with nyou, nya? Another bra, maybe? Nyo, that’s practically a cliché at this point. Hmm. Well, it couldn’t hurt to make anyother pair of panties, could it? Those always sell well…” 

The woman squirmed in Panchira’s strings, eyes shaking in their sockets. Her mind was a flurry of furious thought, like a blizzard in deepest winter, but Panchira took no notice. “Let’s get to work.” 

Reaching into her cleavage revealed by her corset, she rummaged deep between her breasts and produced a thin black pointer, perpetually fashionable. Raising it high, she gave it a little twirl and took aim at the woman hanging before her. “Hold still, nya.” She chuckled a little at this little joke. Mom, she was hilarious. 

A twist of the wrist, and her pointer shot its shot with a scream of bubbling pink lightning, frothy as a milkshake. Streaking across the room, it struck the bound woman’s chest with an explosion of sparks and wrenched her out of the strings with the force of the impact. Holding her in its own grip now, it twisted her forward and fixed her there, squirming, as it bent her arms around into a circle and curled her legs forward and up to join them. 

“Wh-what are you doing to me?” The woman squealed, wincing at the strain. “What are you–Nnn~! Ah! Ah!” Her protests broke into a cry of pleasure, and a second later cut off entirely as her face and the rest of her head melted into her torso, disappearing into her own flat chest. 

Suspended, the former teacher’s body shivered and twitched, rippling with the transmutative energies coursing through it. Her arms thinned, her legs flattened and stretched outward, forming a wider strip of flesh that fused with her former arms. Her torso did something very similar, losing its thickness and expanding outward, but unlike her legs it didn’t stop: it simply kept growing larger and larger.

Of course, even as individual parts of her body were growing, her body overall was steadily shrinking, shriveling inward like a piece of overwashed cloth till it was no more than a tenth of its former size, let alone thickness. Its colors swam, bedclothes melting into flesh until they became indistinguishable. 

Finally, a pair of pigtails popped out of the new panties’ sides, and with that they dropped to the ground. They lay there twitching on the floorboards, like a half-dead frog. 

Bending down, Panchira picked them up and gave them a deep sniff, relishing the mad pleasure of the mind trapped inside. Purrfection. 

Stuffing them into her cleavage, she turned and made to go. As she reached the inn’s landing, however, she happened to sniff the air and catch a second interesting scent. 

She found the source of it a few rooms along, lying sprawled on a bed, her angelic wings wide. Panchira didn’t have the slightest idea what kind of creature this was meant to be–some kind of humanoid hummingbird, maybe?–but she knew from a glance they’re make the finest kind of clothing. 

Licking her lips, she raised her pen and went to work. This time, she didn’t even bother to wake her victim. She simply took aim at their chest, and with an ear-splitting zzzapp!–

The winged girl on the bed screamed as she shot out of it, ripped out of her dreams and thrust into the air, where she hovered, trembling, her arms fixed to her sides and her legs unable to part. “Wh-what’s going on–?!” 

Even as the girl struggled, Panchira twisted her wrist and sealed her mouth shut, before forcing her arms forward like the teacher in the other room. Angel Wings screamed–or tried to, at any rate–but no sound escaped her lips, and in the end she could do little more than thrash as her arms formed a giant O and her legs curled upward to join them. Moments later, her head melted into her torso, her arms started to shrivel, and her inevitable transformation into a piece of clothing picked up speed. Her torso and legs flattened and spread, and her wings slimmed into a pair of delicate ribbons. 

With that, her transformation came to an end. Fluttering out of the air, she landed in Panchira’s palm, and the Bakeneko held her up and sniffed her deeply, drinking in her deliciously unique scent. There was nothing better than a fresh pair of panties, and the more unique the smell, the better. This one smelled of fresh grass and sunshine. …Somehow.

In its fabric new body, the former creature writhed, fighting between the urge to scream in pleasure and the urge to plead for her life.

Chuckling, Panchira stuffed them into her cleavage.