#webbing

So, there I was, watching a video about God of War speed runing while eating lunch when I got a Discord notification from my friend Mugenbine saying that he did another Visorak Cocoon pic featuring my sona out of beardom. And of course, me being the cocoon loving man I am, was more than happy to accept it. Especially since this particular pic is actually based of one of the promotional images for the 2005 storyline of Vakama cocooned in Ko Metru. I'm sure he being a Toa of Fire helped keep him warm and cozy in the cold district of Ko Metru lol.

But, more importantly, the style of which my sona is cocooned in. Rather than how these cocoons were depicted in the movie of that year this cocoon is instead styled after that particular image. And I really like this style of of cocoon! I don't know what is is specifically but just the shape of it and the small gaps at the top just make it really appealing to me. I mean I still love the version from the film, that one is the one I admit I couldn't stop thinking about when I first saw Bionicle 3 back when it came out, but man do I also really like this one a lot. For a race of submissive and destructive spider robots they sure know how to spin a beautiful cocoon. Well, them and the Changlings from Friendship is Magic lol. Best part is that my sona is double wrapped so to speak for extra comfort as they drift of into there eternal slumber. Or until Shantae and/or NiGHTS comes to save them. (Or join them if they haven't already been captured in another part of the city.)

Speaking of the "robots spiders" this is also the first Visroak Cocoon pic I've gotten that actually features the Visorak in it! Specifically a Suukoka, which is perfect because looking back at the Visorak set's around this time there were not combiner models or those little greens that came with the system sets I think the Suukorak breed in particular has my favorite design. Which is fitting because growing up I always thought the white Bionicle set's always had the most aesthetically pleasing designs anyway especially when paired with the white eyes so if I had to get cocooned by one and injected with Venom I'm flattered it's by that one. Especially since again, this venom won't turn pure organics into Hordika… Or it WILL turn me but into something like a Hex Maniac or a Gardivoir. Sorry, I've had Pokemon based Transformation on my mind a decent bit recently and my mind is interesting in what it can think of especially after that cocoon bursting pic lol.

The woods aren't safe to travel alone.

But daredevil fools brave it solo, gambling their lives for the thrill to outwit the dryders.

The corpses don't start until the center of the forest, where the light is thinnest. Bodies hang along the path, most tightly wrapped in silken shrouds. Their alabaster figures warn they've been stripped of all their belongings.

And then there's the webs.

Soft, silken, endless webs.

It always comes upon the fools slowly. They never realize how thickly the webbing around their legs is. They always swings their weapons overhead, expecting the assault from above.

It never is.

Sometimes the webs tighten slowly. The victim thrashes, panic preceding thought. One arm pins painfully to their side while the other is trapped outstretched for their weapon. The webs close in slowly while the victim pleads, challenging the dryders to show themselves and deliver the riddle.

The dryders never do.

Not in a way the victims can see, at least. These deaths are entertaining and the glimmer of false hope keeps the torture scraping along for ages.

The quick deaths aren't so theatrical.

The fools barely have a moment to react before it's all over. A snap like a bowstring and their arms are bound above their heads. They attempt to thrash but their legs are cocooned securely. The rest of their body is covered up in seconds, doubled over so they hang like a mass of white against the black boughs of the trees.

Then the crystallization begins.

First, the leather over-armor stiffens. Then the clothing beneath grows hard and unyielding. The victim's erratic thrusts change from attempted escape to a desperate effort to keep warm. In time, their movements slow and they sink into a lucid slumber.

Until the feasting.

The web is cut open easily, like the thick skin of a boiled potato. The victim's clothing breaks and cracks, peeled back to expose the helpless, glistening body underneath.

But of course, the poor things are far too cold to eat in that state. The founder of the feast must warm them for the other dryders.

The process is relatively simple. The founder will begin to probe and arouse the victim's genitalia. Simple stroking or fingering generally does the trick, but some dryders enjoy using the pincers around their jaws to add extra sensual torture to the hapless body they bend to their will.

Whatever the method, the first jolt of consciousness always sends warmth flooding through their core.

Naturally, the victim bucks and writhes, but they can't escape the ministrations of the founder. In fact, their restrained thrashing only plays into the founder's cruel strokes. The founder edges them to the point of madness, their fraught bodies flushed and sweating.

Now primed for need, the founder enters the victim. Not for sexual gratification, but to implant eggs before the body is rendered too useless a husk. Gender means nothing when the young will feed off the bodies regardless.

But the victim doesn't know their intended purpose. All they know is the sickening pleasure that twists their insides, begging for release, screaming for more.

Most founders perform the act quickly, as the other dryders are hungry and wanting.

But sometimes, if the others are late, the founder takes more time, savoring the helpless consternation of the victim...