Monster Mansion

Iro wrestled with his maid’s uniform, the snug fit a bit too constricting for his lean frame. He felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over him as the large half-spider watched him with all eight of her crimson eyes, her clawed hands fidgeting in front of her stomach.

Finally, he managed to peel off the dress, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. Aranya clapped her hands in approval, taking the dress from him.

Now, Iro stood in nothing but his soft underwear, which clung to his waist and tucked his modest package against his body, leaving him almost smooth.

A blush crept up his cheeks as Aranya’s gaze roamed over him, taking in his near-nakedness. He quickly covered himself, looking away and coughing to break her intense scrutiny.

“S-sorry, Mister Iro, I was just…well…” Aranya quickly busied herself with draping the dress over a mannequin, ensuring it fit snugly over the frame.

Iro watched her as she worked. Aranya’s human half was pale and silky, with smooth skin that seamlessly transitioned into her spider parts.

Her waist was covered with the same chitin that covered her lower half, extending up to the small of her back and barely exposing her belly button as it blended into her skin.

The only clothing on her human torso was a uniquely designed skirt that covered the transition between her human and spider halves. Iro assumed it was for modesty, since the rest of her was bare.

Her arms, from the elbows down, were also covered with chitin, with defined gaps between the isolated plates. Despite the hard shell, her wrists moved with ease as she adjusted the dress and tugged on threads.

“Do…do you have any preferences on fit, Mister Iro? I know Zel is fond of, um, accessibility…but it is ~your~ uniform after all…”

Aranya glanced over her shoulder, her front two spider legs tapping nervously on the floor. She seemed a bit jittery to Iro.

“I don’t mind much of anything, really. I’ve had a pretty exposing hobby lately. So…this isn’t much different, right?” Iro asked, pulling his short, fluffy tail around to cover his waist.

The look in Aranya’s eyes told him it would be very different.

“I mean, I guess…sure, we’ll just keep it normal…a few adjustments for getting in easier…better fit…tail slot…” Aranya trailed off, turning to face Iro. “Just got to measure you now.”

Iro blushed and nodded. “All right. Do you need me to, like, do anything?”

Aranya blinked all eight eyes and approached slowly. “Just…hold still.”

Suddenly, with the speed of a predator, Aranya lashed out with four legs, drew a strand of spider silk from her hands, and quickly bound Iro’s wrists and ankles, hoisting him up to the rafters above their heads.

Iro yelped in surprise as he found himself spread eagle and hanging from the ceiling, Aranya’s clawed finger tracing over his furred torso.

“I…um…have to say…you’re like…one of the cuter ones we’ve had. The um…temporary helpers like you rarely last…I do hope you’ll stick around…”

She gave his torso a light tug, letting him bounce and sway on his web bindings. Reaching into a pouch on her waist, she pulled out a measuring tape and began taking his measurements, getting quite up close and personal.

Iro squirmed and giggled as her pointed claws tickled him, but he couldn’t fight the furious blush on his face, his fur standing on end.

His tail was puffed up and stiff behind him as he grappled with the embarrassment of being so vulnerable and strung up.

“I-is this normally how you do things?” he asked as Aranya circled around behind him, pulling his tail out of the way to finish her measurements.

Aranya giggled, and Iro felt the cool breath of a whisper in his ear. “No. I just do this when I need a little fun. You don’t…~mind~, do you?”

Iro shivered as a clawed hand traced over the back of his neck and up to his fuzzy ear, scratching right in his favorite spot. He unconsciously started to try and kick his leg, and fought the urge.

“I-I don’t mind…” he stammered as Aranya closed her hands around his chest, softly biting his neck with her teeth and giggling.

“Bleh. Fuzzy. No matter, I can find ~other~ areas to bite.” Aranya scurried around to Iro’s front and he saw a furious blush on her face, her normally pale skin burning a crimson red.

She cupped Iro’s face in her clawed hands and shook him gently. “So cute,” she murmured as she raked her claws down his body and hooked them into the waistband of his underwear.

“Let’s just get these out of the way…” With a sharp tug, she yanked his underwear down to his mid-thigh and his small cock sprung free.

Aranya purred as she fixed her eyes on it and absently tugged her top up and over her breasts, exposing the creamy smooth orbs and the small pink nipples on them.

She caressed herself with one hand while the other began to tease Iro’s member.

The poor webbed dog-boy whimpered and squirmed under her touch, unable to move. “T-this isn’t quite what I had in mind…when they said get my uniform fixed…”

Aranya giggled and closed her hand around his knotted member, slowly stroking up and down his length and collecting beads of precum for lubrication.

“But isn’t this so much better? Besides, I need to build up some silk, and funnily enough, arousal seems to do just that for me…no clue ~why~.”

Releasing his member, Aranya wrapped her arm around his waist and leveled her chest with his crotch.

The size of them meant he couldn’t even reach her sternum through the mounds, allowing her to effectively thrust him into her cleavage.

Her free hand was busy teasing herself under her skirt, her skilled fingers working between the folds of her human genitalia.

As Iro writhed, trying to resist the strange wave of pleasure Aranya was subjecting him to, the spider woman giggled. She teased him, her words of praise and encouragement playful as she continued to press him into her chest.

Slyly, her hand snaked around, slipping a finger under his tail to tease his tightening sphincter. The unexpected touch made Iro yelp, his focus on the task at hand completely shattered.

With a soft whimper, he climaxed, his release spilling onto Aranya’s chest. The white fluid trickled down her stomach, staining her skirt.

Aranya’s giggles filled the room as she continued to guide Iro’s hips until he softened. She then rose on her legs to plant a quick kiss on his cheek.

“You’re a good boy. Zel’s going to adore you.” She moved back to her workbench where Iro’s maid uniform lay, and started jotting down notes.

Every now and then, she’d glance back at Iro, who was still recovering. Each time she did, a smile would tug at the corners of her lips, revealing her sharp teeth.

“Just…stick around for a bit, pup. I might need another go before we’re done here. Besides, Zel never makes anyone actually ~work~ on the first day.”

She sauntered back over to him, her hand cupping his softened member. As she gently rolled his scrotum, his arousal sparked back to life. “All the better for me, right?”