agent0013, very nice
1 Like
That middle shot is really great. 
2 Likes
Thank you! That’s one of my favorite photos so far this year. I can see myself getting it printed in the future.
2 Likes
Arachne’s Third Birthday - Domesticated
Part 1
“Happy birthday, Arachne!” As usual, everyone had turned out to wish our favorite drow their best on her birthday, new and old alike. If the family was going to get any bigger I was going to need to invest in more tables and chairs! It was a good problem to have.
“As the elf of the hour, what do you want first, Arachne? Cake or presents?” I asked.
“Oh, definitely cake!”
“Oh, it looks amazing!” gushed Seraphina. This was her first birthday experience in this realm and it was all new to her.
I lit the candles and everyone watched as Arachne blew them out. Seraphina clapped excitedly.
I still can’t believe that no one has questioned who “Arachne” is when I order cakes.
“Which piece do you want, Arachne?”
“This flower almost matches me! Can I have that one?”
“Of course, my dear. There’s more than enough to go around, even with this many mouths to feed! When I saw the color I thought of you immediately!”
I cut Arachne’s slice first.
“Oh wow! I don’t know if I can eat all this!”
“You do what feels right! Don’t get sick. There’s still plenty of party!”
I cut a slice for Seraphina next. “The pale flower for the pale elf!”
“These flowers aren’t real. What is this?” asked Seraphina curiously.
“That flower is made out of icing. A sweet, sugary substance. Try it! You’ll love it.”
Seraphina poked at the flower and ended up with icing on her finger. She licked it off. “Mmmm!”
I cut the blue flower for myself as the lover of all things blue, then cut pieces for all of the little ones in attendance, and even gave a piece to Rhyl.
I handed out pieces to everyone myself, against the protests of Lara and Ally. They enjoyed their roles of serving the Queen and had been prepared to help. I explained that while this was Arachne’s day it was also a celebration of all of them because without Arachne I wouldn’t have met any of them. I was happy to serve them all.
“Oh… I’m stuffed, but that was delicious!” commented Arachne as she felt her stomach. “How about the presents you mentioned?” she smiled.
“The birthday girl gets what she wants! Here, let’s start with this one,” I said, handing Arachne the biggest one first.
“Wait a minute… You gave me this box last year!” Arachne looked over at the gathered minis. They all appeared to be in their chairs this time…
((OOC: This is a 7 part story. I’m going to try and drop them all tonight as quickly as I can proofread and format them. Enjoy!))
1 Like
Arachne’s Third Birthday - Domesticated
Part 2
Not quite sure what to expect, Arachne opened the box and peered inside.
Arachne closed the lid again. “I don’t know if this is really my style… Agent, if it’s alright I’d like to give this to Seraphina instead.”
“It’s my gift to you, Arachne. You can do what you want with it. That’s very generous of you to share with her.”
“A gift? For me? I don’t know if I can,” replied Seraphina.
“I insist,” replied Arachne with a smile.
Arachne passed the box across to Seraphina and she opened it. “What is it?” she asked, feeling awkward that she didn’t know what the gift was.
“It goes over your eyes,” Arachne explained. “Try it on!”
“Oh, I can’t see at all! Is that on purpose? Does that mean it fits?” asked Seraphina, excited but a little nervous.
“It looks perfect on you. Leave it on for now. For me?” asked Arachne.
“Of course, Arachne! Anything on your special day! Thank you!”
I smirked. Arachne was clearly picking up on what was going on and having fun with it. Arachne grinned as I gave her the next present.
Arachne frowned a little as she opened the box and took out the cup of butterscotch pudding. “You know that’s my favorite, but only one?” she asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t want to wrap all of them. There’s enough. More than enough. Trust me. This is going exactly where you want it to. Happy birthday, babe.”
Arachne smiled. “Thanks, Agent. This is going to be fun.”
“Seraphina, why don’t you come over here?”
Seraphina got up and moved slowly while touching the corner of the table so she didn’t bump into it.
“Where? Should I take off the…?” asked Seraphina, moving slowly.
“No, no. I’ve got you,” replied Arachne, hooking her finger in the front of Seraphina’s shirt and guiding her along.
The drow maneuvered the elf to the head of the table then started to undo her belt and shorts. Meanwhile, the minis could see what was coming and cleared out of the area quickly and efficiently.
“Wha! What’s going on?” asked Seraphina, one hand on Arachne’s hip.
Arachne moved in closer, her hand on Seraphina’s shoulder. Her voice was low but Seraphina’s large ears would pick it up easily. “You trust me, right?”
“I trust you’re not going to hurt me,” Seraphina replied, her voice equally soft.
“Of course, I wouldn’t dare. What I wished for my birthday was the opportunity to initiate you into this household. Agent did it to me on my first birthday. I wanted to do it to you. You can tell me to stop whenever you want. Just tell me, or take off your mask when you’ve had enough. If you can get through this you’ll truly be one of the household. Do you consent?”
Seraphina nodded. “I do. I trust you, Arachne,” she replied, her voice more confident this time.
“Wonderful,” replied Arachne with a wicked smile that Seraphina couldn’t see. She was going to enjoy this.
Arachne’s Third Birthday - Domesticated
Part 3
Arachne slid Seraphina’s shorts down her legs.
Then, she moved to her shirt, opening it to reveal the second half of the white bikini the elf wore. I’d told her it would look good under the tan ensemble she’d been wearing. Hopefully they wouldn’t stain, but it was a small price to pay to make my Arachne happy.
Arachne handed Seraphina’s clothing to me. “Here, Agent. Put these somewhere safe.”
Seraphina was feeling a little self conscious of her exposed state but continued to trust Arachne.
Arachne put her hands on Seraphina’s hips, guiding and positioning her against the table. “Okay, now hop up on the table.”
“Wait, what about the cake? Isn’t it right there? Did someone move it already? I can’t see,” hesitated Seraphina.
“Isn’t it far enough back? Glissa, would you mind moving the cake?” asked Arachne.
Glissa was the last of the small elves. She knew what was going on and her part to play in it. “Of course!” She struggled to find purchase on the plastic on the table, but she slid the cake closer instead of further away.
“That’s perfect, thank you, Glissa.”
“No problem!”
“Now you can hop up,” instructed Arachne.
Having heard the cake move Seraphina didn’t hesitate and quickly found herself sitting on the cake. “Ahh! What’s that!?” she panicked.
Seraphina tried to move forward and get off the table but Arachne stopped her with a firm hand on her chest. “Don’t worry, that cake is exactly where it’s meant to be. Not as soft and squishy as I’d hoped it would be… No matter. We’re just getting started.”
“Getting started? What?” questioned Seraphina.
“How about a small explanation?” offered Arachne.
“I would appreciate- Ah!”
Arachne poured out and squeezed the pudding cup and most of its contents fell out onto Seraphina’s thigh with a splat before running down the inside of her leg.
Arachne’s hands moved down to Seraphina’s thighs, her fingers sliding through the pudding on Seraphina’s soft, warm skin. “I know it might not make a lot of sense, but it is a small explanation,” replied Arachne with a special emphasis. “Now, watch your head.”
Arachne gave Seraphina a shove and she fell back on the table, too surprised, confused, and bewildered to say much for herself.
Arachne grabbed a handful of cake and smeared it across her stomach while her other hand massaged the pudding into her thigh some more.
1 Like
Arachne’s Third Birthday - Domesticated
Part 4
“Here you go, Arachne. And there’s more where this came from,” I told the drow. She wasn’t going to run out of supplies any time soon.
“Oh, that will do nicely!”
She didn’t waste any time and grabbed some chocolate pudding, pouring it on Seraphina and smearing it around her stomach and thighs with more cake. Seraphina made small sounds of surprise.
Seraphina’s hand closed on a piece of cake more out of reflex than anything.
“Careful now, don’t go getting any ideas,” suggested Arachne as she noticed. “Agent! Butterscotch! I know Seraphina likes it, too.”
“Right here,” instructed Arachne, pointing at Seraphina’s chest. “Another one.” Once there was enough to satisfy her, Arachne dove her hand into it and started to smear it across Seraphina’s breasts.
Seraphina let out multiple small noises as the pudding hit her and a more vocal, “ah!” when Arachne’s hand touched her.
Arachne had no mercy and spread the pudding around across the elf’s chest. Some ran across her shoulder and landed in her hair. Seraphina let out a small moan from the contact.
“Hmm… Is our little elf maybe enjoying this?” wondered Arachne with a smirk. “More, Agent!”
I added some chocolate to the mix.
Arachne mercilessly slid the bulk of it inside Seraphina’s bikini. Seraphina let out another noise of surprise and a little pleasure. Arachne chuckled.
“I d-don’t know what’s happening!” explained Seraphina, the sensation of the pudding and the hands on her body an overload to her sight-sensory deprived brain.
“Agent, more! Get in on this!”
How could I resist? I emptied several cups of chocolate onto Seraphina’s leg and smeared it around while Arachne continued to work on her stomach and chest.
Seraphina’s hand came down to investigate what was on her skin and I gratuitously smeared some on her hand while Arachne grabbed her wrist with her caked hand.
With no signs of slowing down, Arachne and I continued to pour on the pudding. Arachne glopped more onto Seraphina’s hand while I put some contrasting butterscotch and vanilla on her other leg.
I smeared it down the length of her leg, all the way down to her freckled toes.
Both of us continued to spread the mess all over Seraphina. I paused to admire our work.
2 Likes
Arachne’s Third Birthday - Domesticated
Part 5
I reached down and grabbed the top of her bikini bottoms, almost invisible in the mess we’d created. I pulled them aside a little. “Look at that! A clean spot! Relatively, at least.”
“That only means one thing. More!” Laughed Arachne. We continued adding more and more pudding, both of us rubbing it across Seraphina’s form.
et
Anywhere that was clean, it was our job to change that.
I even made sure that the undersides of her legs were just as dirty as the top.
“Okay, hold off there, Agent,” instructed Arachne. “Here, Seraphina. Let me give you a hand up.” Arachne grasped Seraphina’s with her own equally dirty hand and pulled her up.
“Did I do it? Is that it?” asked Seraphina, reaching for her mask.
“Whoa now! You only do that if you’re giving up!” said Arachne, grabbing Seraphina’s wrist to stop her from making a mistake. “We’re not done unless you want us to be!”
“You’re not done!?”
“No, no. It’s just easier to get to your clean parts if you sit up. Hang in there, Seraphina,” grinned Arachne, squeezing her shoulder with her dirty hand through her red hair.
“Let’s start down here, shall we?" I asked before pulling back her bikini bottoms and emptying a cup of pudding into them. I squished the lump to ensure coverage.
“It’s-! It’s in my butt crack!” Seraphina exclaimed.
“How about this, then? A hat?”
“My hair!” cried Seraphina as I released a cup full of chocolate sauce on her head.
I quickly added a second one and it slowly flowed across her blindfold and down her lovely face where it dripped on her chest and flowed down her body.
It wasn’t flowing through her hair as much as I would have liked, so I helped it along.
“Oh, lovely work, Agent!” complimented Arachne as she watched.
1 Like
Arachne’s Third Birthday - Domesticated
Part 6
“Oh, my lovely hair!” despaired Seraphina through chocolatey lips.
Pouring more in her hair to cascade down her body I pulled the front of her bikini bottoms open to let some chocolate that had been funneled through her cleavage pool inside.
“Ah! It’s on my- I can feel it!” Seraphina squirmed, the pitch of her voice rising.
I grinned, then turned my attention elsewhere. “Oh, here’s a clean spot.” I ran a dirty hand over her lovely pointy ear.
“Is nothing sacred!?” complained Seraphina.
“This is over with one word,” Arachne reminded her.
“No. No! Don’t stop! Give me your worst! I can take it! I will pass your test! What more can you possibly do at this point?” Seraphina wondered, but instantly dreading the answer.
“That’s the spirit. Boop.”
Seraphina giggled.
Continuing, pudding was added to the chocolate in her hair and smeared through it.
“How am I going to clean that all out? It’s getting heavy!”
“Here, is this helpful?” I asked, lifting her lovely red hair up, more as an excuse to smear more stuff on her back and get it in her hair from another angle.
“Hmm. I’m still seeing clean spots back here,” I told Arachne, shifting Seraphina’s bikini bottoms to the side. A glimpse of her pale, freckled skin was becoming rare.
“Aaaand it’s gone.”
Seraphina groaned.
“Hmm. Sounds like it’s time to change things up. One second…”
“Here Arachne, try this.” I handed her a pie tin filled with shaving cream.
“Lovely! I know what to do with that.” Without hesitation, she pushed the soft substance into Seraphina’s face.
“Mmph!”
“Look at that! I don’t even have to hold it there!” laughed Arachne.
After a moment the tin slipped off and fell into Seraphina’s lap.
Arachne wasn’t going to let the soft substance go to waste and quickly went about scooping out the cream from the tin and adding it to the mess that coated Seraphina.
2 Likes
Arachne’s Third Birthday - Domesticated
Part 7
Seraphina’s body looked like abstract art. A swirl of colors and textures.
Arachne was having fun. "Hey, Seraphina?” she asked.
Seraphina turned to “look” in her direction, dragging some of her matted hair over her shoulder.
Before she could say anything, Arachne hit her with two more tins of cream, one to each side of her head.
Seraphina collapsed back onto the table.
She reached up and peeled the tins from her head and wiped some from her lips. The cream on her head was so thick her long ears were nearly hidden in the mess.
Even her shifting clothing wasn’t revealing clean spots anymore.
Arachne wasn’t having any of that. “Give me the rest of it, Agent.” The rest of the chocolate and pudding was slopped onto Seraphina and evenly coated across every available surface by Arachne’s hands. She finished her masterpiece by drizzling the last cup of chocolate sauce over Seraphina.
When she was done, Arachne let out a sigh and placed a hand on Seraphina’s thigh. “I think I might be done with you. I’m honestly impressed at what you put up with, Seraphina. How are you holding up?”
Seraphina lifted her hand, heavy with the slop that coated it, and placed it on top of Arachne’s with a wet splat. “Does that mean I did it? I passed the initiation?”
“Of course!” replied Arachne, licking her finger. “This is way worse than what Agent did to me. Hah. He bought this nice cake, and we took some photos, shared a kiss… Then we shot the story and he slammed my face into it! There was more on me than just my face by the end of it, but it was only one cake. The icing smeared better than this one, though. But yeah. Just one cake. Nothing like this!” Arachne reminisced.
“Yeah, you’re an absolute trooper, Seraphina! Here, let’s get this off. Look at you. There’s some clean hair. Freckled skin. It’s hard to remember what you look like, given the rest of you. Sit up, have a look.”
“I can’t. Too heavy. I can’t even lift my head!”
Arachne and I laughed. “We’ll scrape off what we can, then I’ll give you a hand to the shower.”
“Thanks for being a good sport, Seraphina! I had a lot of fun. A wonderful gift! I know I gave you a hard time when you arrived, but you’re a lot of fun. I’m really glad you’re here."
Seraphina laughed. “It was pretty fun… I’m so slippery! It felt pretty good when both of you were sliding your hands over me.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure the opportunity to do it again will arise at some point…” I replied.
“Which side of it is more fun?” wondered Seraphina.
Arachne shrugged. “That’s a matter of opinion, I imagine. When the next elf arrives I’ll let you initiate her,” replied Arachne, suggesting that she wasn’t going to let Seraphina do the same to her. I was standing between the elves and only I saw Seraphina’s eyes narrow a little. Just one cake and she had to go through all this? Was she planning her revenge already? Time would tell…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ARACHNE!
Here’s to many more years of my favorite drow! If it wasn’t for her none of the dolls in this photo would exist. I’m so glad she’s here and that I got to meet each and every one of them, and by extension all of you!
Take a good look. Most of them are familiar faces, but there’s a few new ones since last year.
I love you, Arachne!
4 Likes
happy birthday to you Arachne, and agent0013, you have put a lot of work ìn to this, that was a vềry big mess, for you to clean up, good photos
1 Like
Happy Birthday, Arachne!
2 Likes
Plastic sheeting is your friend! I only got one single drop of chocolate on the floor. Seraphina is where the bulk of the work went. She’s all cleaned up now though!
1 Like
February Photo contests!
Broken Thing
Arachne in “A Moment of Rage”
Romance
Arachne and Seraphina in “Dark Elven Foreplay”
I rushed up the stairs as fast as I could when I thought I heard fighting in the bedroom. Whatever was going on it was quite clear that Arachne had won it. “Oh, hello, Agent,” greeted the drow sweetly.
Seraphina stumbled forward as Arachne tugged on the leash around her neck, her balance thrown off with only one heeled shoe remaining on her foot, an inability to see, and her panties preventing her from taking a full step. Her clothes were a disheveled mess; her shirt clinging to her shoulder just enough to give her a modicum of decency. The harness Arachne had fitted to her, presumably against her will, allowed just enough movement to try and cover herself where the same harness had adjusted her skirt.
“Um, is everything all right?” I asked, taking in the sight before me.
“Of course, we’re just having a little fun,” replied Arachne, glancing at Seraphina.
I looked at Arachne questioningly. “Seraphina, do you consent to this?” I asked.
“Yes, I- Ah!” she started to reply.
As soon as she started talking Arachne swatted her with the riding crop. “I don’t recall giving you permission to speak.”
“Arachne! Please, I need to know-”
Seraphina nodded her head vigorously in big movements. She appeared to be happy where she was. Her shirt started to slide off her shoulder from the movement so she stopped.
“See? She’s having the time of her life. Here. A gift.” Arachne handed me the leash. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said. “Have some fun.”
[b]March Photo Contests!
My Little Psycho
Arachne and Seraphina in “We’re Out of Pudding”[/b]
Three
Arachne in “Birthday Blowhard”
Gold
Arachne and Seraphina “In the VIP of Studio 69”
1 Like