Spiders have a particularly bad press. For starters they look scary. They eat their prey alive by injecting an acid into them that dissolves the prey from the inside, then sucking that back out and digesting it, and they lay eggs on live but immobilised prey so that when they hatch the newborn spiders will have a fresh source of food. Or, in some species, the young actually eat the mother.<br/><br/>But probably the most unattractive thing about them is their tendency to leave long, dangling and virtually invisible trails of sticky thread behind them,that people walk into without noticing. virtually everything else can be forgiven... There are a lot of humans that look a lot scarier than spiders. Humans eat oysters alive by swallowing them whole and dropping them into a stomach full of a similar acid. Oh and if you actually look closely at the process of human motherhood, the egg attaches itself to the inside of a host and lives off this host in a parasitic relationship for the next ... well, biologically it's 9 months, but one could be tempted to say 18 years!<br/><br/>And in the mean time, spiders catch and kill mosquitoes, flies, bluebottles and plenty of other pests.<br/><br/>Driders, on the other hand... Well, you know what they say:<i>Girl's just wanna have fun!</i><br/><br/>Petula grinned as her little plaything recognised her peril and tried vainly to escape it. When you have eight legs each of which is 6' long, light and manoeuvrable, you can run a lot faster than most other creatures, be they bipedal or quadrupedal. She hit the ground and ran, then jumped, landing on top of Dulcia, legs extended vertically straight down, trapping the nymph in an arachnoid cage.<br/><br/>She leaned in with her drow half (well more like tenth, comparative volume wise but who's counting?) and leered upside down at Dulcia. "Going somewhere? I think not. I have eggs to lay!" The appendages that were her legs in drow form became her pedipalps in drider form, and her arms functioned as the spider's chelicerae. They may have 8 legs but spiders have 14 limbs including the spinnerets. She reached out now and grabbed the dryad with palps and chelicerae as her abdomen swung in, silk already formed and ready. "Struggle for me, little fly, you know I love it when you struggle."<br/><br/>Silk began wrapping around the nymph, soft, warm, sticky threads that tightened slowly as they dried out and hardened to a tough and almost inflexible cocoon. There was just enough elasticity in the thread to allow Dulcia to breath, as long as she didn't want to take a deep breath. Petula left a gap over the nymph's nose, one over each nipple although her breasts were bound almost painfully tight, and a gap front and rear at the joining of the flower-girl's legs. "There. All ready to hatch my children!"<br/><br/>She cackled, because this was the biggest joke of all. She had never had sex with any male, except to plant eggs in their anuses, let alone her own species, so her sperm sack was empty and forever likely to remain so,  wich meant that her eggs were nothing more that spheres of infertile protein. But so far as her prey knew, there was always the chance that this time....