She glanced down at the cupboard and noticed something odd. The cupboard was spotless, not a fleck of muck or dirt upon its surface. Whoever took care of this place was obsessive in the extreme when it came to housework apparently. She ran her fingers over the wood and brought them to her eyes to inspect. She couldn't see even a bit of dust. Frowning, she turned away.
Behind her the cupboard sagged, a shudder of relief rolling across its surface before it straightened back into place. The chair next to it gently nudged it in annoyance.
"Hello? Ella? Vivi? Is anyone there?"
Her voice rang out. But… it felt like it didn't carry very far, as if the walls were thick and solid, making her feel like she was especially alone. She bit her lip and approached the door, her hooves moving from the rug to clopping across the wooden floor.
She reached out and took hold of the doorknob and pulled. The door remained closed, barely moving.
"Is it stuck or did they lock me in while they went shopping?" she muttered.
She tightened her grip on the doorknob and heaved on it, using her outsized strength to try and break it free. The door resisted, then the doorknob started to pull from the door, extending on its metal rod clearly in an unintended way.
"Hnnn!" Came a girlish voice and the doorknob suddenly shrunk down in Fey's hand becoming small enough to slip from her fingers and slam back into the door with a clunk returning the door to its normal state.
Fey squinted at the door… there was a small spot at about eye height that had tinted a slightly rosy colour. Was the door... blushing?
Now extremely suspicious Fey extended a finger and touched the wood.
No reaction.
She tickled the door.
The door remained still.
She continued tickling, upping the intensity.
The door started to shiver, the wood rippling, a sound like someone desperately trying to keep a belt of laughter behind firmly closed lips coming from it, air snorting from their nose as they tried to keep it together. They succeeded, that is until Fey started using her other hand and doubled the tickling, then they lost it.
A shrieked giggle came from the door which was quickly stifled. The door immediately returned to being rigid and unmoving.
"This isn't Bine at all! or a door!"
"No, of course it isn't darling," came a voice from behind.
Startled, Fey tried to turn to see who had spoken but instead found snowy white sheets grabbing hold of her legs, dragging her up into the air, flipping her upside down with an unfathomable strength. With a cry of alarm she slammed down on the huge four-poster bed, large even for a centaur of her size, nine foot by nine foot.
She came down on the bedding with a bounce, sinking deep into soft puffy duvet, her upper body enswathed in a kind of seething bog of pillowy softness.
"H-Help!! Someone Help!" she cried out in a blind panic, her horse legs kicking wildly at the air even as the corners of sheets grabbed at them and tried to hold her still.
After five minutes of struggling and getting absolutely nowhere and becoming progressively more frustrated with getting absolutely nowhere she gave up, her legs and arms flopping limply in the grip of the sheets.
"Whoever you are, can you just do what you're going to do? You can't leave me tied to this bed forever you know…"
"But struggling is all part of the fun darling! That desperate fight to live, to breathe, like a fly caught in a spider's web, struggling to free themselves as the spider queen wraps them up tight, all packed up nice and ready to eat!"
Fey set her lips in a line. "And you're the spider queen?"
The sheets before her melon sized balls started to rise up, a hump in the cloth as though someone was beneath it, a someone with knife like ears. The cloth rose higher becoming more person-shaped, thin cloth sheathed over a curvy feminine form, draping in swooping arcs from nipples, sheeting across her shapely stomach and hips.
A hand rose beneath the cloth and the cloth started to sink into the surface, changing from cloth to pale naked flesh. Her ears became visible, longer and more goblin like than an elves, poking from her long multicolour rainbow hair. The woman, at first appearance, appeared entirely elvish, if with significantly longer ears and colourful hair. But that thought was quickly dissuaded by her irises which were a multicoloured chromatic oil slick of bright resonating hues, unearthly things swirling with refractive shatter light, beautiful to look upon. Fey had trouble taking her eyes away from them they were so hypnotically magnetic.
The woman smiled revealing her fangs, overly long canines that gave her a truly carnivorous appearance.
"Queen yes, spider no. Mimic in nature."
"You're like those we… J-just tell me, what did you do with my friends?"
"What does the spider do with the fly? Well, perhaps not that unhygienic. They are as they are, simply asleep, unharmed."
"I don't believe you," said Fey, crossing her arms.
"You can believe what you like, it doesn't concern me." She looked down between Fey's legs at the monstrous erection that lay gently resting up against her stomach, occasionally giving a slight twitch as the heavy thing throbbed with blood. "However this, this is of interest, quite why a meek female centaur possesses a tool like this I do not understand. More, I am unable to recreate it, there is a certain something about this penis that is… different… to others." She rested her fingers on her chest and drew in air through her nose, her eyes closing momentarily. "Hmm and this scent is remarkable, I somehow do not grasp its make-up, it is beyond me. That is why you are here darling, I simply must know more, I must study you in the most extreme intimacy, I want to know allll of your secrets." She smiled showing her snow white fangs and perfect teeth.