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In the last moments of his life Umino had an orgasm.

In the last moments of her life Persephone had a child

It was the second orgasm of Umino’s short innocent life

It was the second child of Persephone’s short tortured life.

In the present:
The Mother of Spiders’ war against Beryl was going very well. By the time Beryl had discovered her foe’s true identity, she had lost most of the yoma, oni and cross breed humans that served her. In her rage and fear, she had already alienated her subjects, lost her four generals and could no longer commune with Metallia.

The Mother had no need to explore. Her children’s spider eyes were everywhere, but the creature that was once Ami Mizuno wanted to walk the surface world. The Negaverse was too small realm to rule. The old spider she shared consciousness with thought mostly about abundant prey and breeding. Ami had other… appetites.

In the past:
Things had been going badly for the King of Mars. Although the other solar kingdoms weakened themselves in useless battles, he knew they would unite once they discovered he had destroyed planet Persephone with the kisenian flowers. The capture and rape of the young Witch Queen and Seer to produce a second senshi for his kingdom no longer seemed like a good idea.

The king had already sacrificed many of his best men and servants to keep the secret, but the heavily pregnant Persephone needed to be removed.

In the present:
The old spider half of the consciousness of the Mother had no conception of aesthetics. It understood disguise to aid in the hunt or to hide from enemies. So for that reason it agreed with restoring Venus to her physical perfection.

Ami was more than just a predator now. As the Mother of Spiders she needed to continue breeding the generations of spiders within her nearly hollowed out body. She longed for a companion, a servant, a slave that reflected all the beauty of the world she had lost. Venus would be her immortal servant and lover and would continue to breed monstrosities. Life would be good!

So the Mother bred specialized spiders and their various venoms restored Venus’ looks and body. But rather than return her to sanity, her madness was reshaped and intensified. It was time to have some fun. Venus, Sailor V, Minako Aino was gone forever.

In the past:
As a seer, the Witch Queen did not have visions; she did not "see" the future. What she did see was the place a person needed to be, the things he needed to have and tasks he needed to do in order to meet his destiny. Her instructions to a supplicant would be some variation of “Go here”, “Do that”, “Go there”, “See this”. She thought of her power as a roadmap, with the destination unnamed. If you followed correctly you might find wealth, power, love or death.

The Witch Queen could not use the power for herself. The secret prisoner of Castle Mars turned her attention to finding the roadmap for her unborn daughter.

She filled the unborn child with her hatred and rage. The child would destroy worlds as surely as the cursed flowers destroyed planet Persephone. Now the Queen needed to find the path her daughter would follow.

In the present:
Umino awoke after three days. Like most of the White Moon people who were lured into the rape frenzy by Jupiter, he had no memory of the event. His life force had been drained and used to destroy yoma, but he remained innocent of any wrong doing. This was the first orgasm of his life and he had no memory of it. In every way that mattered, Umino was a virgin and pure.

Do not laugh!

In the Tokyo of this time, it was an act of tremendous discipline for a 14 year old boy to remain innocent. When the urge to touch himself became more than he could stand he found other ways to distract himself… sometimes painful ways.

In the past:
Persephone’s Witch Queen and Seer cried out as she gave birth alone in the dark cave that had been her shelter. Years before as a Seer she had directed loyal servants to move to the Earth and hide their origins. Now she knew why.

Earth was a wilder place than the other kingdoms, more primitive with more open space. Good places for her to hide and her former servants would protect her and her daughter,
The vision she had seen for her unborn child told her that this was the right place to be. She had escaped her captivity from Mars Castle’s donjons the same way.

She had lit a small, smokeless fire. Although there was a cold November rain falling, the cave was warm. There was a fetid odor, but that did not bother the heavily pregnant Queen of a planet that no longer existed. The servants would be here soon.

The contractions were horrible, but in a few hours she delivered her own perfect child. Even in the moments after her birth, there were already traces of the Persephone royal genotype in her face. There were widely spaced eyes with slight golden tint, a strong triangular face, long limbs and well formed hands along with a cap of smoky red hair. The child did not cry long, as if she knew not to show any weakness.

As the latest and last in the royal line, the child would surely have the powers of the Persephone senshi. With her mother's guidance the child’s power would make a formidable tool to bring down the powers of the sol system. Starting with Mars... or perhaps they'd save Mars for last.

Then another wave of contractions struck. How? Already exhausted, the next delivery was harder. Hours went by until the birth of the second child, the twin, the stranger. They were not identical twins. They had no feature or aspect in common. The second child had red hair, but it was darker, thicker, her face was rounder, limbs chubbier and she would not stop crying.

Although she cradled both children, the younger one was the ruin to all her plans. What if this one was the senshi? Would she share her sister’s mission of hate? The Witch Queen died, wondering if she should kill her younger child.

Her dispair was a message to the stars. It was heard. It would be answered.

The servants found them a few minutes later. In one sense they were in time to save the twins. In another sense it was already too late.

In the present:
Umino was raised by his great grandmother. She taught him that men should remain virgins until their wedding and to look at pornography (or heaven forbid) masturbate, would spoil him for his bride and deprive him of any chance of happiness or fulfillment. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that in pre & post war Japan she ran the most notorious whore house in Tokyo.

The woman he thought of as his older sister was really his mother. There were at least fifty different men that could have been his father. Tsukino Kenji (Kenji-Papa) was a likely contender.

Umino had never seen bare breasts. He did not watch adult television or go to “those” kind of movies. Even when boys at school showed him skin magazines or dojinshi, he took off his glasses and only pretended to look.

After awakening from the third day of sleep, Umino saw something outside his window he had never seen before. She had a cape of silken blonde hair cascading down her naked shoulders and back. Her behind (even in his head he could not use the words “ass” or “butt”) were two perfect globes of flesh swaying to a rhythm that made his heart flutter. Each step gave him a glimpse of something wonderful between her legs.

At first he thought it was Usagi Tsukino, the airhead crybaby that he had a crush on. Although it looked like her, the hair was different, not long enough for odongos. The figure was somehow more womanly. Untouched, but not innocent. He knew it wasn’t Usagi, and he didn’t care

A moment later he was following her down empty streets and uncertain light. Every moment brought a new sight, a new perfection. He had never understood why some of his friends got excited by girls’ legs. A leg is a leg. These legs were different, the shape, the muscles flowed like wine in harmony to her swaying hips and behind. Even her pretty pink feet were perfect. The dirty streets did not leave a mark or discoloration. Nothing of this earth could touch her beauty. Her body should never be clothed, it would be a sacrilege. His own bare feet were scratched and bloody, but he barely noticed.

Some distant part of his mind said he was losing his purity, putting his soul and happiness at risk. His soul told his mind to go fuck itself, fuck itself to death.

In the past:
No two sisters, especially twins, were ever less alike. The older girl was named Bixbite, or “Bix”. She was a tall girl, strong and could be very demanding. She could be stern and yet all the children in the village followed her. She was a natural leader. Bix read every book she could and by age 12 had already surpassed her teachers.

She hated farmers and farming. She was impatient with the other children and had no respect for the leaders of her village. She wanted to attach herself to one of the lords’ households where there was opportunity to use her learning... where there would be... opportunities.

Her younger sister, “Echo”, remained different from her sister. Not a leader, she was always one of the gang. A sweet girl, in her own way clever, but not as hungry for knowledge as her sibling was. Echo liked the village and if sometimes she dreamt of life in one of the noble households, so did the other girls in the village. Her day dreams were just dreams.

The two sisters (no one referred to them as twins), were rarely seen to speak to each other. There was no animosity, no outward signs of anger. To the observer, they were strangers with nothing in common.

Each fall, the girls went into the hills to tend the sheep that were such an important part of the farm’s survival. The couple that raised them (they never used the word “parents”) tried to make them fit into the farm life. The identity of their real mother was a secret, even from the girls. The poor body was buried in the same cave where the girls were born. Other than keeping the twins safe, the servants didn’t know what they were supposed to do with the girls... or let them do.

Sometimes the twins did not see another person for weeks at a time. They lived in a little hut when it became too cold for tents. Their lives here were very different than would have been tolerated in their village. Wrapped in each others embrace, sticky secretions drying on sweaty skin, they whispered their hopes and dreams. Echo spoke of the boys in the nearby villages wondering which one would be hers. Bix spoke of the world outside, of power and things that mattered to her. Two very different 12 year old girls who loved each other too much.

For peasants in that time and place, incest was punishable by death. Homosexuality was punishable by death.

In the present:
As the blonde goddess continued her naked stroll Umino caught glimpses of her large firm breasts. They swayed from side to side. He was gasping for air. He could not understand how breasts could be so large and yet thrust forward without sagging. Why did the nipples shine so? Why did they point upwards? He had a million questions and didn’t care if any were ever answered.

They were in a meadow (he never noticed the change of scenery), when she suddeenly halted and turned around to face him. Her hands on her hips, she smiled at him. Only at him. He didn’t know where to look, his eyes darted in every direction. Sight came in flashes, the raised slope of a fat nipple floating on the surface of her breast. He wanted to feel that nipple between his fingers, to squeeze and rub it, to pinch and pull it.

She licked her pretty pink lips and exposing bright white teeth. He wanted those teeth in his flesh, he wanted that tongue to find the hidden places of his body that would bring him pleasure.

Her arm pit, he wanted to taste it, to explore it with his tongue.

A hand… long graceful fingers with sharp pink nails. His own hands were always grubby no matter how he cleaned them. He wanted her hands to touch him, to stroke him. He needed to feel those sharp nails scratching his skin.

He could not look at or avoid looking at… her… at her… vagina. “No” he shouted in the silence of his skull. “Her cunt”. A knot loosened in his chest. “Cunt, twat, pussy, slit, whore-hole”, words he didn’t realize he knew. The dark blonde hair, like cotton candy, floated over the long pink slit. He wanted to stroke that hair, to taste it and run it between his teeth.

In the past:
In late fall Echo returned to the village for some supplies when an unexpected storm blew up. Rather than continue to the village she turned around to find her sister. Bix was tending the flock and was caught too far from where they penned the flock in such storms. Fortunately she found a cave where she was able to guide the animals to. There was plenty of dry wood so she was able to start a small fire by the entrance.

Echo struggled to retrace the path she knew so well, but the snow began to obscure and distort the landmarks.

Bix dozed by the fire. In a vision she saw Echo fall to her knees. She saw the couple who raised her. She saw the body in the hiddden grave where she was sitting. She saw creatures in the earth, powerful and foolish fighting each other. Monsters devoured the sheep, bones and all. And above her in the darkness she saw a bright object. A figure of strength and power.

“Bixbite” the figure said. Her eyes pinned the young girl to the ground.

“Bixbite, it is time for you to come into your own”

Bix continued to look at the bright figure. It appeared to be everything that she wished for. Independent, self-assured, servant to none and leader to all. At her feet the earth trembled. Bones were unearthed.

“If you would know your true destiny, pick up a bone.”

Bix hesitated. She was shocked when she heard the figure say “These are the bones of your mother.” The thighbone Bix lifted was warm and felt good in her hand.

“I am Metallia, your Queen and ruler. You too are a Queen and my vassal. Kneel to me and swear your allegiance”

“Lady… Queen, you are truly a figure of great power, but why should I serve you?” A moment later she asked, “And what do you mean thatI too am a Queen?”

“Kneel, and clutch the bone to your breast”.

Bix was wise enough to know that there was something of great importance here, that kneeling to this creature meant a commitment. But it also meant that Metallia was committed to her. And it was a chance to understand her destiny. And to be a Queen? She had always known that she was not meant to be a farmer’s wife.

As she knelt and swore her oath, suddenly skeletal fingers gripped her and pressed he to the ground. She felt herself slipping into the earth, into the grave. In death she saw her mother’s life. The death of family and all she had loved. The rape and torture to break her mind. Pain of childbirth and death. She saw the power of the Persephone senshi. She wanted that power. Her mother’s hate and rage came forth and blended perfectly with the schemes of Metallia.

Bix was changed. Metallia's power reanimated and reshaped the bones in the grave. Her mother's bones sprouted as horns from Bix’s shoulders. Other bones formed a crown. Her fingers were reshaped as were her ears. Bix more closely resembled Metallia now than the girl who grew up on the farm.

The thighbone she had clutched had been reshaped as well. It was a staff supporting a dark stone.

In the present:
They were in a lightless cavern now, though he could see Venus in bright perfect detail. Venus was down on all fours facing away from him. She held her ass up and wiggled it as she looked at him over her shoulder. Her breasts were pointed downwards. Her nipples were aflame, large and distended. His mind told him that this was the perfect position for her. Her body was built to be displayed this way.

She smiled at him again and formed the Sailor V salute with two fingers. She used them to spread the pink meat of her fuck hole. Umino lost the remnants of his mind, he crawled to her and looked at the thing that he most feared and needed in his life. He hungered for the folds of her moist warm pussy meat. Her pretty pink asshole was a treat he could not resist.

He was aware now of a smell that he had been breathing all night but didn’t notice. Sweet and tart animal musk, a thousand scents. Here was the source of the spell that held him, the golden nectar steaming and streaming. He longed to bury himself in her honey. He wanted to die here.

Venus spread herself wider. It was too much for Umino and he buried his face in her pussy, licking and slurping, biting like a starving animal.

Everything went dark and he could feel each beat of his pulse.

He awoke with his face deep in a cunt, but it was different. He was between two legs with flesh like old parchment. Instead of soft blonde fuzz there was a thick covering of blue hair, sharp as barbed wire. The smell was different, like ammonia and sugar, roses and old shoes. The honey was different too, a green slime covered his head and shoulders, even his glasses were thickly covered.

Strong hands with sharp nails held his head and neck and applied irresistible pressure forcing him deeper in to the walls of the stretching cunt. He knew that this part of a woman stretches to accommodate child birth, so he could not appreciate the impossibility of what was happening.

Umino could not resist, he didn’t even try. This was the punishment for becoming impure. The entire top of his head, from scalp to nose was buried inside the Mother of Spiders hole. The green fluid filled his eyes and nose but somehow he continued to breathe. Eventually his entire head and neck went through this obscene unbirth.

Venus was holding his arms behind him and in a single motion dislocated both shoulders to assist with his journey into the mother. Umino would have cried except for the green slime that filled his mouth and nose. The green slime was more than a liquid. It was a collection of trillions of tiny spiders, so small that their collective movement seemed like a liquid. As his shoulders began to work their way into the Mother’s tunnel, the spiders began to inject venom and feed.

Venus was singing, now came her reward. She positioned her body under the struggling boy who was nearly half way into the maw. He was still alive and kicking... who knew what thoughts went on in the undigested remains of his mind.

His cock had turned purple, his balls had swollen to five or six times their normal size.

Venus smiled her love at the Mother. She blew kisses.

In the past:
Echo was lost, she had been going in circles without knowing it. She had to find Bix. She stumbled to her knees again, her eyes closed.

Bix understood that power comes at a price. To obtain her power, she needed to make a sacrifice. To seal her bargain with Metallia, the sacrifice needed to be something that was important to her.

Echo felt warm hands pulling her to her feet. The snow and wind were suddenly gone. She was pulled inside a cloak up against a body she knew as well as her own. The heat and smell rocked her to sleep as they walked.

When she awoke she found herself in a cave instead of the hut. She was warming near a fire, wrapped in a blanket. Her clothes had been removed. Someone was standing in the shadows.

“Bix? Is that… is that you?”

A tall shapely woman stepped forward. It took Echo a moment to realize that it was her sister, as she might look at as an adult.

“What has happened to you?” Echo wondered.

“Am I not beautiful?” asked Bix.

Echo looked into her eyes, “You are beautiful. But I don't understand.”

Bix laughed, lifting the naked girl in her arms. Hugging her close, she whispered in her ear, “You owe me your life, dear sister” and threw her to the ground. Echo’s eyes widened in pain and shock. Was this really her sister? She looked different now, inhuman.

Bix was on top of her, one hand squeezing her throat in an iron grip. “Oh my dear little Echo. So loving, so generous.”

The sharp red nails of her other hand left a trail of scratches and blood across Echo’s undeveloped breast. “You owe me the power of a senshi. And your heart belongs to my Queen”.

Echo did not have time to scream before the red nails pierced her chest. Her still beating heart was offered to and accepted by Metallia. But the power of the senshi eluded her. She kicked the corpse against the cavern's walls until her anger passed.

Bixbite and Echo were gone. A new power was born. Metallia named her Beryl. The stone on her staff was alive with dark magic.

In the present:
It took only a tiny touch of her sharp nails on Umino’s shaft to begin the torrent. His entire body had gone into the production of cum for hours now and it sprayed Venus like a fire hose. Whatever missed her mouth covered her hair and face. It covered her perfect breasts and belly, rivers rolled down between her legs.

Venus drank and drank and rubbed the rest in, loving the feeling on her bare skin. She lathered it under her arms, she let it pool in her perfect navel, then flicked it with her finger. She laughed at the squelching sound it made. She rubbed it in her pussy fur and played with the hair, making ringlets and combing it with her sharp nails. Umino continued to writhe and shake.

Venus loved the next part.

The cum had slowed to a dribble and was spotted now with blood. His cock spurted two, three times and softened. Slowly, like a weary soldier answering a bugle call, his cock began to harden again. Drop, drop, drop of red blood, then a trickle. Venus raised her head to try to catch every drop. The first blood was the sweetest.

A stream of blood, pulsing to his heartbeat flowed through his hideously engorged purple cock.

The spiders had already dissolved much of Umino’s internal organs, at the same time preserving his life for as long as possible. Venus had finished her wonderful meal and watched the steady flow of blood from Umino’s dick ran off of her body and pool in the depressions on the floor of the cavern. For such a small person, there was a lot of blood.

It tickled her sense of humor that when she rolled a breast or held her breath, so the river of blood would form a new trail down her skin. When the blood ran off the curve of her stomach and over her slit, her orgasms intensified. Pussy juice mixed with the blood on the cavern floor.

Venus crooned and called to her children. They began to scurry around her, eager to feed on the blood the Mother provided and that Venus had played in. Hundreds of her offspring covered her, their fur tickled. They licked her body, removing every trace of cum and blood. Sometimes she would pick up one or two of her children and nuzzle them between her breasts, kiss them or let them play in her hair. They never bit her except in play and they never scratched her, except when she wanted them to.

In this way, Venus was different than the Mother. Most of the Mother’s children were her eyes and ears; few had independent thoughts or life. They made a terrific army, but had no sense of fun.

The rats were her children; they had their own personalities and dreams. Venus knew every one that survived and loved them all... or so she thought. The truth was that she mostly couldn’t tell one from the other. She gave each one a name, not realizing that she called half of them Artemis and the other half Luna. And if an Artemis was called Luna or vice versa, she didnt notice. The rats did not care.

In the new rat society, the ones she whelped directly were higher caste than ordinary rats from the pit. The ones who shared the blood feast with Venus were became hunters and scouts. The ones Venus played with would become leaders. And some would fight to the death for the right to breed a new generation... in Venus.

The rats had not left much of Umino’s blood, but the spiders’ feast was coming. Umino’s deflating body was stomach deep into the Mothers hole. In spite of all that happened, some small trace of life remained. His balls had disappeared, but his distended shaft remained. The pee hole was pulsing and trying to expand. A thick green and purple strand like diseased spaghetti began to flow. Venus’ chosen three children were allowed to feed for a few moments, and then followed her to the side of the cavern. Spiders of every size and shape crowded below the flowing strands of moistened meat.

Soon Umino’s cock along with the rest of his body was drawn up into the Mother. Venus always liked this part. Just before the feet were absorbed, they seemed to kick a little. He was diving deeper. She laughed and laughed.

Several hours later the Mother passed the remains of the larger bones and materials that she could not absorb along with several billion tiny green spiders. Venus could not stop laughing when the Mother hiccupped and passed an eyeglass lens as thick as a coke bottle.

Venus would often wear it like a monocle. The fate of the other lens remains unknown,


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