Female Drider Yandere x Gender Neutral Frog Hybrid Reader
CW: Noncon, venom, drugging, paralysis, oviposition, kidnapping, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 552
(I am scared not many people will enjoy this, but I hope a few do!)
You were a frog hybrid, currently escaping your new wife. A drider in a marriage that had been forced upon you. Her name was Xyla, and she was monstrous. Sharp teeth, four eyes, four arms, very muscular, and all situated on top of an eight-legged spider body.
The frog people largely lived in peace, this was in large part due to the protection of the tarantula driders, but in exchange the drider women chose an unmated frog person to be their partner and incubate their eggs.
You were chosen, and after the wedding, before you could be stuffed full of eggs and forced into parenthood, you ran away.
Magic had jumbled the essence of many creatures creating driders, frog-folk, and many other things. And you’d rather brave all the animals, monsters, and violent hybrids out in the wilderness than be forced into a marriage.
If you could just escape the underground city you lived in, and then make it to one of the overworld civilizations, then you would be out of reach and truly free.
But sadly it just wasn’t to be.
Before you had managed to escape the last of the tunnels leading to the surface you were dragged back.
“Don’t get cold feet love! I’ll treat you right~”
You were pulled back by muscular arms and saw your wife.
“Don’t you want to enjoy our honeymoon? I have plenty of eggs for you!”
Her voice was dripping with false sweetness, she was enjoying the hunt. It seemed like it was all a game to her. Perhaps she had let you get to the cusp of freedom just so she could swipe it away from you.
“Just let me go!”
Your legs were strong and well developed but were no match for her arms.
“Why would I do that? I specifically picked you out all for myself!”
Xyla couldn’t wait to get you back to her home. She peeled off the clothing you were wearing as her cock slid out from her genital slit, a rigid but slimy ovipositor. The musk of it filled the space. Tired of your kicks she bit into your green neck, delivering a small dose of venom. After a few twitches you went entirely limp. Much easier to breed full of eggs that way.
The holes of the frog folk needed no lube or stretching, they had evolved to be the perfect egg dumps for their spider protectors. So it was an easy thing for her to make her cock comfortable within your insides.
She groaned lewdly as she bred you, her dick eagerly twitching inside of you, probing your every inch. She smothered your face with her breasts as she increased her pace. She could already picture your belly swollen with her babies. Then you’d help raise them and incubate more of them for her whenever she needed you to.
The thought pushed her over the edge and had her cock gushing small round eggs deep within you, despite the paralysis the sensation of being stuffed full of eggs had you spasming just slightly as you came.
She caught her breath, her abs glistening with sweat. Then she gently rubbed your belly, full of her precious babies, before cradling you in her arms and slowly walking back to the underground city and your shared home.
